The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 97 Sheng Hai
The instinctive stimulation from the demonic soul within his body caused Fu Juemin to continuously drool, which took a full two minutes to gradually subside.

"As expected of Shanghai, the 'Oriental Magic City'!"

Fu Juemin took a handkerchief from his suit pocket and gently wiped the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Sheng Hai now, the word "demon" in the phrase "Oriental Demon City" had quietly become "demon" in his mind.

Of course, for him, it might actually be a good thing.

Leading Xu Xinyi to follow her father Fu Guosheng and his group, people kept crowding around them as they left the dock.

"Sir, do you need a car? Where do you need to go? Shenghai? I know it very well!"

"Do you gentlemen have a place to stay for the night? Our 'Da Dong Hotel' is nearby; it's clean, tidy, and reasonably priced."

"Rickshaw! Sir and Madam, time for a rickshaw ride!"

Butler Chen Bo led Wang Shuisheng and a group of guards ahead to drive away all sorts of salespeople and harassers.

As soon as we stepped off the dock, we saw several carriages already lined up neatly at the pick-up point.

Upon seeing the group emerge, a well-dressed, bespectacled middle-aged man's eyes lit up. He immediately jogged over to greet them, respectfully calling out to Fu Guosheng, "Master."

Then came Fu Juemin, Lin Wanrong, and others, who went to greet them one by one.

Fu Juemin was surprised and subconsciously looked at Fu Guosheng, but Fu Guosheng explained nonchalantly, "I used to run two clothing shops in Shenghai, but business was never very good, and I didn't focus on it."

Unexpectedly, this has now become the last remaining asset of our Fu family.

Fu Guosheng seemed somewhat disheartened and waved for everyone to get into the car.

Fu Juemin noticed that Fu Guosheng was in a bad mood, but he didn't say anything. He helped Xu Xinyi into one of the carriages.

He could understand. Fu Guosheng had been the richest man in the city for half his life, wielding immense power and influence. Now, nearing fifty, his business had vanished, and he had brought his family to a top-tier metropolis like Shenghai. Seeing all the wealthy people on the streets must have been a huge psychological blow. It all depended on whether he could adjust his mindset as soon as possible.

The carriage moved slowly along the street outside the Shiliupu Wharf, its wheels making a rumbling sound as they rolled over the cobblestones and flagstones.

Fu Juemin reached out and parted the curtain on the carriage window, and together with Xu Xinyi, who was filled with curiosity, they looked at the legendary city before them.

The streets were filled with rickshaw drivers, speaking with a thick Shanghai accent, and sometimes they could even throw in a few fluent words of foreign language.

In the distance, the clanging of tram bells mingled with the shrill horns of cars, mixed with the sizzling sounds of oil frying at roadside food stalls.

A heavily made-up young woman with curly hair and a cheongsam stood under a huge movie poster at the street corner, a cigarette between her fingers, unabashedly exposing her white thighs under the high slit of her cheongsam. Xu Xinyi blushed and covered Fu Juemin's eyes with her hands.

As you walk further, the scenery gradually becomes fragmented, like a poorly made collage.

On one side of the street stand tall and majestic foreign company buildings, with huge reflective glass panels embedded in their cold and hard granite walls; while on the other side are old-style alleyways, crowded together with clotheslines stretching out like a jungle... The street seems to separate two eras.

Fu Juemin also saw a Western-style church with stained-glass windows and a pointed cross next to the City God Temple, which had upturned eaves and was filled with incense smoke. A blond, blue-eyed foreign priest was preaching in a group of old people holding offerings and incense, and he didn't seem to find it an eyesore.

At a busy intersection, a brand-new black sedan screeched to a halt next to Fu Juemin's carriage.

This car looked much more luxurious than the sedan he used to travel in when he was in Luanhe. Through the car window, he could vaguely see a beautiful woman with a pearl necklace and a cold expression sitting inside.

Seemingly sensing Fu Juemin's gaze, the woman turned and glanced at him. In the instant their eyes met, Fu Juemin suddenly realized—he too had become a part of the fragmented landscape of this city.
As the carriage rounded a bend, the street ahead became clean and tidy, and bearded Indian policemen with red turbans began to appear on the streets, indicating that they had entered the territory of the International Settlement.

After traveling a little further, the carriage finally stopped in front of a garden villa.

"arrive!"

The middle-aged man who was leading the way called out and then carefully helped Fu Guosheng out of the car.

Fu Juemin and the others came down one after another. Their luggage was naturally carried by someone. He followed Fu Guosheng and walked straight into the garden.

Before them stood a typical Western-style terraced house with red tiles and white walls. Although not large, the surroundings were quite elegant, though of course, it paled in comparison to the Fu family's former residence by the Luan River. "It's all thanks to Miss Su's help that we were able to buy this place."

As they walked, Fu Guosheng said to Fu Juemin, "Come with me to the Su family first thing tomorrow morning to properly thank them for their help."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Guosheng shook his head and changed his mind, saying, "Never mind, I'll go by myself. You go about your own business."

Fu Juemin entered the house and saw that there was a garden in the backyard and a rooftop terrace, which provided a place for him to practice his martial arts.

I went upstairs and picked a room, then came downstairs and saw a room full of people bustling about, some moving things, some cleaning, and others preparing dinner.

Fu Juemin called over his housekeeper, Uncle Chen, and asked him to send two clever men to run a errand for him to a nearby pharmacy.

Fu Juemin had fallen behind in his blood cultivation practice for quite some time, and seeing that the accumulation of attribute points on his character panel was getting slower and slower, he didn't want to waste a moment longer.

He gave half of the more than 20 million silver dollars he got from Song Lin to Fu Guosheng, and was figuring out how to spend the other half.

In the evening, the family had a simple dinner to celebrate their housewarming.

Fu Juemin sat in the living room for half an hour, but Cao Tian did not return, so he went upstairs directly.

He had just taken the tonic pills he had asked someone to buy from the pharmacy during the day and was preparing to practice his skills to see if they would work when there was a knock on the door.

As soon as the door opened, Xu Xinyi rushed in, without saying a word, she pressed her burning body against him and sealed his mouth with her lips.
Silent all night.

The next day, Fu Juemin got up early, feeling refreshed. After having breakfast, he was about to talk to his father, Fu Guosheng, about hiring another chef to be in charge of his tonic meals.

Only after asking did I learn that Fu Guosheng had already left home, saying he was going to visit the Su family and also take a look at Sheng Hai's shops and factories.

'Looks like Dad's ambitions haven't waned yet. He's only in his forties, the perfect age to work hard for his wife and kids.'

Fu Juemin was pleased with his father's rapid change in mindset when he saw Cao Tian, ​​who hadn't returned home all night, stride in.

"Why are you following so far?"

When Fu Juemin saw Cao Tian, ​​his eyes flashed, and he took the initiative to stand up to greet him.

"Lost."

Cao Tian lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I couldn't find my way back, and I didn't have any money on me. I even got into a fight with some local robbers."

Fu Juemin almost burst out laughing. It turned out that Cao Tian had spent the night filming "The Adventures of Sheng Hai".

He shook his head and asked directly, "Where did you lose them?"

"A newspaper."

As Cao Tian spoke, he took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Fu Juemin, saying, "I've written it down."

Fu Juemin took the note and scanned it; his expression immediately turned strange.

"What a coincidence?"

The newspaper name written on the note was the same one that published the copy of "Records of Folk Customs and Strange Tales" that he had read on the Haiyan.

Fu Juemin put away the note, thought for a moment, and then looked at Cao Tian and said indifferently, "Go change your clothes, tidy yourself up, and then come out with me."

"Yes."

Without saying a word, Cao Tian received the order and hurried off.

(End of this chapter)