Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1185 Guests

As soon as he entered, he saw a round body deeply slumped in the boss's chair.

Its two short legs were propped up high on the desk, making it look like a silkworm pupa trapped by the chair.

"You look radiant, haven't seen you for a few days."

Old Liu was holding a bag of sunflower seeds, cracking them open and spitting the shells onto the table, treating the place like his own kang (heated brick bed).

Jiang Xiaochuan suppressed a laugh and looked him up and down: "You're getting increasingly haggard; be careful you don't exhaust yourself."

Old Liu had two dark circles under his eyes and a sallow complexion, clearly indicating that he had been indulging himself quite a bit these past few days.

Jiang Xiaochuan remembered reminding him that the yin energy had just receded and his body was still weak, so forcing himself to indulge in sex would damage his health. He didn't expect that this guy hadn't listened to a word he said.

But then I remembered Lao Liu's line, "To die under the peony is to die a romantic death," and I felt relieved—this guy was clearly a lustful ghost reincarnated.

"Damn it, mind your own business!"

The sixth brother sprang up from the chair with surprising agility, his round body displaying remarkable speed, clearly harboring resentment towards Jiang Xiaochuan.

As for the reason, Jiang Xiaochuan naturally knew perfectly well that the fat man was probably still holding a grudge about the destruction of the Locked Yin Coffin.

But he couldn't care less about that at the moment.

Since Lao Liu has taken the initiative to show himself, it means that there has been new progress at the Crimson Blood Cult's Holy Tomb.

Thinking of the upcoming expedition to explore the source of the Yin energy, Jiang Xiaochuan felt a surge of excitement. Ignoring the other party's attitude, he asked directly, "Have the Crimson Blood Sect people withdrawn?"

The sixth brother's arrogance instantly diminished by half. He sat back in his chair, grabbed a melon seed, stuffed it into his mouth, and mumbled, "It'll be soon, but we'll have to wait a few more days to completely clear the area."

"Then why did you come here?"

Jiang Xiaochuan raised an eyebrow. He thought there was progress on the Holy Tomb, but it turned out this guy was just here to freeload.

"Hey kid, how dare you talk to me like that?"

Lao Liu was very dissatisfied with Jiang Xiaochuan's attitude.

In his opinion, Jiang Xiaochuan should be extremely respectful to him now. "I, Fatty, don't like your attitude at all. Do you still want to come into the Holy Tomb with me?"

"I want to."

Jiang Xiaochuan sat casually across from him, but his sharp gaze fell on Lao Liu's necklace. "But threatening me with this won't work."

He said slowly, "If I don't go into the Holy Sepulchre, I can always wait for another opportunity."

"But the yin energy within you will flare up within half a month—at that time, this necklace won't be able to protect you."

Upon hearing this, Lao Liu subconsciously tugged at his necklace.

He originally planned to use the matter of entering the Holy Tomb to control Jiang Xiaochuan, so that the other party would provide him with food and lodging, and help him resolve the current troubles.

To his surprise, Jiang Xiaochuan saw through his thoughts at a glance and directly hit his weak spot.

No one but Jiang Xiaochuan can cure this Yin energy.

"Speak, what brings you here?"

Jiang Xiaochuan softened his tone. Lao Liu was a real scoundrel. Pushing him too far would be bad, since they still needed him to lead the way to the Holy Tomb.

"I......"

Old Liu reluctantly picked up some sunflower seeds and started cracking them open, spitting the shells even further away: "Nothing much... I just thought your place was nice and wanted to stay for a few days."

"You're doing really well for yourself now, you can't let Fatty sleep on the streets, can you?"

His eyes darted around, clearly indicating he wasn't telling the truth.

Seeing the other party's lack of confidence, Jiang Xiaochuan became even more convinced that things were not so simple.

For someone who's supposed to be fearless to be so reserved, who knows what trouble he's gotten himself into.

"Our relationship is purely transactional; I have no obligation to take you in."

Jiang Xiaochuan refused outright, saying, "Please."

"You surnamed Jiang, do you really have to be so ruthless?"

Old Six immediately bristled, his fat face turning bright red. "I'm trying to reason with you nicely, and you're putting on airs!"

Jiang Xiaochuan remained unmoved, merely glancing at him indifferently: "Either tell the truth, or turn left as you leave."

The sixth brother was so angry that he spun around twice on the spot, looking like a rolling ball of flesh, before finally collapsing into his chair in despair.

"Fine, fine, you win! I'll tell you what's what..."

"Dong dong dong."

Just then, a knock on the door suddenly rang out, and Jiang Xiaochuan and Lao Liu both turned their eyes to the door.

Du Hai pushed the door open and came in. Seeing that the two hadn't started fighting, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boss, Situ Hong is here, and he brought two retainers with him. They look like they're not to be trifled with."

Knowing that Jiang Xiaochuan disliked this spoiled brat, Du Hai asked, "Should I kick him out?"

Jiang Xiaochuan pondered for a moment—the situation is different now than before; Situ Hong is now shouldering the crucial task of whether the winery can become famous overnight.

In other words, he is like a god of wealth, so how could one refuse to let a god of wealth out?

He waved his hand: "No need, let him in."

Du Hai responded and went out; his footsteps soon followed.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't notice that when Lao Liu heard the name Situ Hong, he slipped away and disappeared.

The door was slowly pushed open, and two elderly people dressed in black Zhongshan suits walked in first.

His figure was as upright as a pine tree, and his aura was as heavy as if a piece of iron was pressing down on him.

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes narrowed slightly. The aura of these two was no weaker than that of Feng Ji, clearly indicating that they were respectable retainers of the Situ family.

Following closely behind was Situ Hong, who was wearing an extremely flashy pink suit, with his hair styled in a slicked-back manner and wearing oversized sunglasses that almost covered half of his face.

Outside the door, he deliberately slowed his pace, putting on an arrogant and domineering appearance.

But as soon as she entered, she familiarly moved closer to Jiang Xiaochuan.

In an instant, a rich, feminine scent, a blend of various perfumes, wafted over.

"Do you still have the medicine?"

Situ Hong got straight to the point. He wanted to put his hand on Jiang Xiaochuan's shoulder, but was stopped by a look. So he simply sat down on the desk and raised an eyebrow at Jiang Xiaochuan.

Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned. The medicine he prescribed for Situ Hong was so potent that it could cure the disease completely in one go.

Even if this kid doesn't know how to control himself, he could easily last half a month. Why is he already asking for it again after only a few days?

It seems this guy is treating the medicine like a "happy water," and he's having even more fun than Lao Liu.

"I have guests."

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced at the two expressionless worshippers and said in a flat tone, "Take them outside and wait for ten minutes."

After all, all the clues to the Holy Tomb are on Lao Liu. If they are interrupted by Situ Hong, who knows what tricks Lao Liu will play.

Jiang Xiaochuan knew perfectly well that promoting the Holy Tomb was more important than the winery right now.

"Guests? Where are the guests?"

Situ Hong reached out and pulled his sunglasses down, revealing half of a dark purple panda eye.

He looked around the office; apart from desks, chairs, and documents, there wasn't a soul in sight. "Hey, Mr. Jiang, is this how you're going to get rid of me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the brow of the person on the left furrowed.

Jiang Xiaochuan's attitude showed that he not only disregarded Situ Shaohong, but also failed to give face to the two of them.

"There are only the three of us in the room, so who are the guests?"

The worshipper on the right spoke in a colder tone, his eyes scrutinizing, and his hand unconsciously rested on the hidden pouch at his waist.

Jiang Xiaochuan's dismissive attitude fueled a fire within him.