I Have A Daughter Who Is Cultivating Immortality

5A look of disappointment emerged in Zhang Xian's eyes. His brain was working rapidly. Finally, he gave up on the idea of forcefully buying it.    

    

Humph, if you don't sell it, then I won't be able to get it?    

    

Zhang Xian had many ways!    

    

Since Zhou Yang was willing to negotiate a price with him, then Zhang Xian could only use force!    

    

As he thought about this, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in the depths of Zhang Xian's eyes. In a flash, he disappeared and then said in an open-minded manner, "Mr Zhou, don't blame me. I don't have any other intentions. I just saw a treasure. Love is what makes you anxious. It's my fault for being reckless. Since that's the case... I won't force Mr Zhou either. Let's meet again another day. I'll be leaving first!"    

    

"I'm leaving, I won't see you off!"    

    

Zhou Yang didn't show any politeness. Today, he finally understood Zhang Xian's true colors. The ruthlessness in the depths of his eyes just now wouldn't have been discovered by Zhou Yang if he didn't cultivate.    

    

This man really wasn't a kind person. It seemed like he had to be careful.    

    

After today's events, Zhou Yang had completely put Zhang Xian on the blacklist.    

    

Nodding his head, Zhang Xian pulled Yuh Wen, who was already dumbstruck, out until downstairs. Yuh Wen almost tripped and screamed.    

    

"Zhang Xian, are you crazy? Is that fan really worth 100 million?"    

    

Zhang Xian sneered. A trace of madness flashed across his eyes. He snorted and said, "More than 100 million! Even if it's doubled, there are still people who want it!"    

    

Yuh Wen swallowed her saliva. Who would have thought that the poor kid who came for the blind date back then actually had such a thick family background?    

    

" Then didn't we miss such a good opportunity to make a fortune? " Yuh Wen sighed and felt extremely bitter in her heart. It was as if she had knocked over a bottle of five flavors.    

    

"No, since he doesn't want to sell, I have other ways. Let's go back first."    

    

Zhang Xian said and drove off downstairs with his men.    

    

After sending Zhang Xian away, Zhou Yang finally relaxed. He stared at the fan on the wall and thought for a while. Then he ate something casually and prepared to break through to the eighth level of Qi Refining at night.    

    

The next morning, Zhou Yang sat cross-legged on the bed. He suddenly opened his eyes and took a long breath. He then waved his fist happily. He could even feel the blood in his body boiling.    

    

The eighth level of Qi Refining!    

    

After a night of cultivation, Zhou Yang had refined a portion of the medicinal strength of the miracle medicine and successfully reached a new realm!    

    

The distance between him and Foundation Stage was getting closer and closer. Zhou Yang's heart was also becoming more and more perturbed. He didn't know what kind of thunder tribulation it was, so what if it was powerful? What if he couldn't withstand it?    

    

But luckily, there was the Mountain River Fan Nana left behind.    

    

Zhou Yang stretched his body and got up from the bed. He smelled the stink on his body, so he took a shower. Just as he was about to make breakfast, his phone suddenly rang.    

    

"Hello, is this Mr. Zhou Yang?"    

    

A pleasant female voice sounded, which made Zhou Yang excited. He quickly said, "It's me, and you are?"    

    

"Hehe, I am a reporter from the Donghua Donghua Daily. Is it convenient for you to do so now? I want to interview you."    

    

Zhou Yang scratched his head and said with some confusion, "It is convenient, but why did you interview me?"    

    

Was it because of the bank incident a few days ago?    

    

Zhou Yang suddenly felt happy in his heart. It was fine if he went on TV, but he still had to go on the newspaper?    

    

It seemed like he was going to become famous.    

    

"Well, you will know when you come. 8: 30, I will wait for you at the Flair coffee shop. How about it?"    

    

The female reporter continued, seemingly very happy.    

    

"That... Alright then."    

    

Zhou Yang did not decline and directly agreed. Now that the media had such a big mouth, if they did not agree, perhaps they would say something bad.    

    

After hanging up the phone, a woman stood up. She smiled at Zhang Xian, who was pretending to be asleep, and said, "Young Master Zhang, I have asked Zhou Yang out."    

    

"Well, you have done well. You can leave now." Zhang Xian waved his hand and said with a smile that showed that he had gotten what he wanted.    

    

"Brother Xian, wouldn't it be bad to do this? If Zhou Yang knew about this, I'm afraid..."    

    

Yuh Wen, who was at the side, helped Zhang Xian massage his shoulders and said softly.    

    

Zhang Xian sneered. It was just a ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain. So what if Zhou Yang knew about it?    

    

Did he have any evidence to prove that he had stolen his fan?    

    

"Heh, don't worry. Even if he did notice it, I will just compensate him with a few million. Hmph, what do you think? I've done enough, haven't I? "    

    

Zhang Xian said proudly to Yuh Wen.    

    

"That's true. It's already good enough that Brother Xian can subsidize a bit of his money. That guy deserves it..."    

    

Yuh Wen said with a smile.    

    

Then, Zhang Xian made a phone call to tell the person he had found earlier to be alert. As long as Zhou Yang went out, he would steal the fan back.    

    

Hehe, as long as he got the fan, Zhang Xian would transport it overseas. So what if Zhou Yang came looking for him?    

    

At that time, the fan would probably have already been auctioned off. Seeing that he had a lot of treasures, it would be enough to make up for it.    

    

Zhou Yang carefully dressed himself up. After all, he was in the newspaper, so he had to leave a good impression on the reporters. He might even need to take some photos. He could not be sloppy and slovenly.    

    

At eight o'clock, Zhou Yang went out on time. When he went downstairs, he saw a group of people gathered below the building. He did not mind and walked straight to the entrance of the community.    

    

As he walked, Zhou Yang thought, I've lived for more than 20 years. It was the first time a reporter came to interview me. Fortunately, I saw my phone shut down last night. He charged a little money for the call, otherwise, he would have missed this good opportunity.    

    

"Hm? No!"    

    

Zhou Yang suddenly stopped in his tracks. A few images flashed in his mind.    

    

Only the store manager, Zhang Weiwei, and a few others knew his phone number, right?    

    

How could a reporter know his phone number?    

    

This matter was a little strange!    

    

Thinking about it, Zhou Yang called the store manager. Once the call was connected, the store manager said loudly, "F * ck, you brat, you still know how to call me? Let me tell you, this is an abnormal resignation. I can't give you this month's salary. At most, I'll give you half for Weiwei's sake!"    

    

Zhou Yang felt warm in his heart, but he did not care about anything else. He quickly asked, "Did anyone ask you my number?"    

    

"What do you mean?" The manager asked with some doubt.    

    

"Don't worry about it. Just tell me if anyone asks!" Zhou Yang said eagerly.    

    

"No... No."    

    

The manager shook his head and said. Then Zhou Yang asked him to ask Zhang Weiwei again, and the answer he got was the same.    

    

"What's wrong with you, kid? Let me tell you, Weiwei is in a bad mood. You better give me an explanation..."    

    

"Don't worry about that. Goodbye!"    

    

Zhou Yang hung up the phone and quickly turned around to walk home.    

    

If someone wanted to know his number, they could only go to the Telecommunication Bureau to investigate. How could a reporter have such authority? This was a private matter. Even if it was a law-enforcer, they had to have a proper reason to investigate.    

    

The more he thought about it, the weirder it became. No matter what, he had to return home to take a look. He didn't want to cause irreparable losses if he was careless.    

    

When he walked downstairs, two people suddenly stopped in front of Zhou Yang and said coldly, "What are you doing? Don't go up!"    

    

Zhou Yang narrowed his eyes. There was indeed something fishy about this matter!    

    

Why didn't he let anyone go up for no reason?    

    

"I am the resident of this building. Why can't I go upstairs?"    

    

The bad feeling in Zhou Yang's heart became stronger and stronger, and his tone couldn't help but become more serious.    

    

If someone really wanted to lure the tiger away from the mountain and trick him into leaving, it wouldn't be Zhang Xian, right?