Chapter 1: I've Seen a Ghost

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  "Good morning!" Wen Fei greeted, coming to his senses, it seemed to be already afternoon.

  "Wen Ge," said the bald man politely, "Old Master Huang asked me to send a car for you to drive." He pointed to the off-road vehicle outside: "Hummer H3."

  Wen Fei, even if he's a total otaku, as a man, it's impossible that he hasn't heard of Hummer. He couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't this car discontinued?" He seemed to recall that Hummer had gone bankrupt. This car is smaller than the H2 and doesn't have the same domineering presence.

  "Hey," Baldy laughed, "this car was bought by our boss Huang a few years ago. He didn't like driving this off-road vehicle and left it in the garage to collect dust. This time, I'll give it to you, Brother Wen!" As he said that, he handed over the keys.

  Wen Fei smiled and said, "Let me thank you, Old Master Huang... no, I'll call myself." He was not particularly interested in this car, thinking that when he returned to the Northern Song Dynasty, he would still have to rely on a cargo truck to transport goods. Although this Hummer had a large space, it could not carry much cargo after all.

  Seeing that it was Wen Fei's call, Huang Sheng suddenly laughed and said: "Younger brother, are you awake? How is it? Have you seen the car I sent to you?"

  Wen Fei said: "Thank you, Brother Huang, this is such a valuable thing!"

  "Ah, come on, no need to be so polite. I'm just an old man, I couldn't possibly drive this thing anyway. This car has been sleeping in the garage since I bought it. It's perfect for a young person like you to drive. They call it 'giving a Hummer to a hero'... haha."

  After chatting for a couple of sentences, Wen Fei stroked his chin and thought to himself, it seems that Secretary Chen is indeed Huang Sheng's backer, otherwise he wouldn't have invested so much.

  Huang Sheng thought it through and sent someone over, not only to deliver the car but also to help him get rid of that trunk. This kind of thing was a piece of cake for Huang Sheng, but in Wen Fei's eyes, it was a big hassle. He didn't care where this trunk was taken to be repaired or some mysterious place, if someone saw it and reported it, he might be mistaken for a hit-and-run driver. But with Huang Sheng, there wouldn't be any problem at all, that's the biggest difference between having power and not having power!

  Although he has money now, Wen Fei is still a lonely and isolated person, and in the end, it's just like ordinary people who have such troubles.

  Wen Fei drove the car all the way back, although he didn't have a driver's license. With such a cool car, as long as there was no traffic accident, the traffic police wouldn't stop him to check his license. At this time, his parents should still be at work, Wen Fei wondered if he should let them retire early. Anyway, there was still so much money in the bank, thinking of this, he suddenly realized that he couldn't always keep the money in this account, and had to transfer it out.

  He went home and directly took his parents' ID cards, ran to several banks to open a few accounts, and then transferred the money over. After a busy afternoon, Zhang Yu's phone call came in. The first sentence was: "Dao Shi, we've sent it!"

  Wen Fei was puzzled, but then Zhang Yu suddenly exclaimed: "These Song Dynasty editions are very valuable, I had someone appraise them. They're worth at least several million..."

  Wen Fei let out a yawn, completely uninterested. For him, making money was no longer a difficult task. And for someone like him who didn't have high material demands, the amount of money he had now was already more than enough; any more would just be numbers in his bank account.

  "I've told you before, that money is yours. I just want the gun!" At the mention of 64, Wen Fei felt a chill run down his spine. Last time he went to Bei Song, he had forgotten to bring it with him. Otherwise, at least he would have been able to defend himself. Moreover, having gone to Bei Song several times without encountering any danger, he wasn't even wearing a stab-proof vest now...

  "That's not a Type 64," Zhang Yu said with some embarrassment: "It's a PPK pistol. Our Chinese Type 52 and Type 64 are all copies, so they look similar, that's why you got it wrong. That thing is probably from the 30s or 40s, at most it can only be used as an antique!"

  Now that you mention it, Wen Fei's heart felt a bit chilly. He had originally wanted to get a self-defense tool, but things from the 30s and 40s, no matter how well-maintained, who knows if they still work or not? What if he loaded it and it misfired, wouldn't that be his own bad luck?

  "If you want a gun, I can get one for you!" Zhang Yu said mysteriously.

  "Really?" Wen Fei was half-believing and half-doubting.

  "Can I still cheat you? 92's... " Zhang Yu lowered his voice: "But first come in!"

  Wen Fei's heart skipped a beat and he hastily said, "Alright then, I'll leave everything to you. If anything else goes wrong, don't drag me down with you!"

  "Don't worry!" Zhang Yu's chest was patted with a loud slapping sound.

  The next morning, Wen Fei followed Huang Sheng out of the city. This time, Wen Fei didn't drive, but sat in Huang Sheng's Audi, speeding along the way. They arrived at a sanatorium built by a reservoir.

  Wen Fei never knew there was such a place, it's not far from the city, and it's so beautiful and quiet. The large forest surrounds the entire reservoir, making it isolated from the world. There is only one cement road leading to the sanatorium.

  The whole sanatorium looks more like a resort, with villas built inside. However, they are all in Russian style and look somewhat old, I think this sanatorium has been around for quite some time.

  Wen Fei sighed and thought that this was one of the first times he had encountered a privileged class in China. If Wen Fei hadn't seen it with his own eyes today, he would never have imagined it.

  Wen Fei didn't dare to move or look around, and went through the check in a proper manner into a villa. He saw a fat guy sitting in the garden sunbathing. One glance, and he felt familiar, it was actually the guy who had been scared half to death by him last time. Unexpectedly, this guy turned out to be the son of Secretary Chen's family. Wen Fei felt so embarrassed in his heart. Fortunately, no one knew that he was the one who had scared him into such a state.

  Mr. Chen sat outside the door, basking in the sun with a dull expression, looking as if he had been frightened out of his wits. It seemed that Huang Sheng was not here for the first time either, and the two staff members inside whispered: "Director Chen has suffered a shock and is still in a state of extreme fright. Don't stimulate him!"

  Just then, Director Chen suddenly shouted: "Ghost! Ghost!" and everyone was startled. He pointed to a corner and said: "There's a ghost! There's a ghost!"

  Wen Fei raised his eyes to look, and naturally couldn't see anything. But he saw this fat man named Chen Zhenghe pointing at a corner of the villa and shouting: "Where is the ghost!"

  That place was densely shaded, but it was a corner of the garden lawn, looking like a pleasant scenery. However, I don't know if it's psychological, Wen Fei glanced over and felt a chill.

  "It's always like this," a staff member sighed and said: "Director Chen shouts that there are ghosts everywhere he goes, it's much better here in the sanatorium!"