"Get in the car," Chen Zheng said with a composed expression. "My wife asked me to drop you off, and I have to complete this task. Otherwise, certain people will probably make a big fuss about it."

He understood perfectly well that Wei Zixuan had only borrowed Zhang Ming's car for work, nothing more. Asking him to drive Zhang Ming home was a sign that she considered him family, which was why she made the arrangement. Because of this, Chen Zheng didn't bother to argue about it.

"This car is indeed quite nice," Zhang Ming sneered, glancing from the top-of-the-line Lamborghini back to Chen Zheng. "Can you tell me where you rented it from? That actor played his part pretty well. The tip must have been expensive, right? I have to admit, you're quite the expert at this sort of thing. This isn't your first time, is it?"

"Insolent!" Zhao Feng snapped coldly.

"What are you going to do, hit me?" Zhang Ming chuckled and shook his head. "There are cameras everywhere. Everything you do will be caught on video, so you'd better think carefully before you act."

"I'm warning you, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you know people like Liu Biao. I'll have you know, our company is backed by the Ronghua Group!" he continued. "Listen carefully... I'm with the Xu Family now. If you dare touch a single hair on my head, I guarantee you'll pay the ultimate price!"

Of course, Zhang Ming was just bluffing. The Xu Family couldn't care less about him; otherwise, Xu Tianlong wouldn't have humiliated him so badly before.

"Ronghua Group? What a joke. You probably don't know yet, but in three days—"

"Zhao Feng!" Chen Zheng cut him off before he could finish, then turned to Zhang Ming. "Hurry up and get in the car. My task right now is to take you home."

Zhang Ming, however, was completely unfazed. After a moment's thought, he pulled out a checkbook from one pocket and a high-end fountain pen from another. He scribbled on a check, tore it out, and handed it to Chen Zheng. "I won't waste any more words with you. Let's be direct. Name your price."

"As long as you're willing to leave Wei Zixuan, you can write any number you want on this. You rented such a fancy car and hired that actor, after all. That can't be cheap, right?"

As he spoke, Zhang Ming shot a meaningful look at the Lamborghini. He absolutely refused to believe that a loser like Chen Zheng could afford such a car on his own.

Chen Zheng's expression darkened, and his voice turned ice-cold. "I'd love to know what price you'd put on my wife."

"I already told you, write any number you want. To me, money is just a number," Zhang Ming said coldly. "And I'll be honest with you today—Wei Zixuan will be mine, no matter the cost." With that, he slowly walked to the side.

"War God, just let me deal with this dog!" Zhao Feng snarled, unable to hold back any longer.

"Forget it," Chen Zheng replied with a casual shake of his head. "If something happens to him, Zi Xuan will just cause trouble for me again."

He and Zhao Feng then got into their Jeep, letting the man in the suit drive the Lamborghini away.

They had just gotten back to the hotel when Sun Doudou called.

"Mr. Chen, you should have seen the car by now, right? Is everything okay with it?" she asked the moment he answered.

Since Chen Zheng had refused to accept the contracts, she was determined to at least make him accept the car.

"It's here. Thank you for your kindness, Miss Sun," Chen Zheng sighed, a hint of helplessness in his voice. These things don't really mean much to me; I have no use for them in my daily life. Still, Sun Doudou's offer was genuine, so he hadn't refused it outright.

"Mr. Chen, you're too polite. It's the least I could do. You saved my grandfather's life. A mere car is nothing in comparison."

"On another note, I contacted Liu Yumei about the Zhu Ling Grass," Sun Doudou said, changing the subject to the herb that she knew Chen Zheng was concerned about. "My plan was to buy it back, even if it cost twice the price, but she flatly refused." Her voice was filled with helplessness as she spoke.

"This is my fault. The original asking price was just too much, and she's an incredibly stingy person. Now she refuses to sell it, no matter what I say."

"She refuses to sell?" Chen Zheng's brow furrowed. "Does she need the Zhu Ling Grass for some other special purpose?" He was worried that if the herb was used, it would create a huge problem.

"Well, Mr. Chen, even though Liu Yumei is getting on in years, she's obsessed with her appearance. She heard the herb has beautifying and rejuvenating effects, which is why she spent so much to buy it," Sun Doudou explained after a moment's thought, telling him everything she knew.

"But you don't have to worry, Mr. Chen," she quickly added, as if suddenly remembering something. "I heard that she recently discovered several more of the same herb at her family's mine! If we're willing to pay the price, getting one of them shouldn't be a problem."

"What? She found several more Zhu Ling Grass plants?" Chen Zheng asked, surprised. This is an incredibly rare herb in this day and age. How could so many appear at once? It seems the Liu Family's mine must be quite special—perhaps it's even a place with excellent feng shui.

"Miss Sun," Chen Zheng said after some thought, "please help me arrange a meeting with this Liu Yumei. I'll handle the negotiation myself."

"That's perfect, Mr. Chen! As it happens, Liu Yumei will be at our auction tomorrow. You can come directly. It's the perfect opportunity!"

"Then it's settled," Chen Zheng said calmly.

After hanging up, Chen Zheng paused for a moment before taking out the scriptures again to review the method for creating the Great Pei Yuan Pill. His old injuries had flared up several times recently, and the effects of the Lesser Pei Yuan were no longer strong enough.

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