I’m really immortal Chapter 16

Zhao Wuqiang was not the first person to pray for longevity, nor was he the only one who had the opportunity to pray for longevity but was rejected.

Life is full of unexpected twists and turns, and it is even more so when it comes to seeking longevity. Time is precious and unforgiving, and even if one exhausts all their energy and wealth, they cannot gain an extra minute or second.

Liu Chang’an grasped the tiger symbol, which emitted a bright and smooth feeling, and walked out of the warehouse. The Xiangnan Museum had over 20,000 exhibits, and it was impossible to see them all in one go. However, the free museum was open during the off-season, and the 100-yuan admission fee was quite reasonable.

As for Zhang Xingliang’s misuse of ancient artifacts for personal gain, Liu Chang’an didn’t care. From ancient to modern times, saints and ordinary people have always had their own moral standards and wisdom. It’s all part of the social fabric.

The “utopia” where everyone is a saint, as described by the philosopher, does not exist. The world is complex, and people have different values and lifestyles. Liu Chang’an was not a saint, and he had never seen one. Even the saints he knew were few and far between.

He had once thought that if people could live longer, they might be able to bring different energy to the world. But history doesn’t tolerate “what-ifs.” Liu Chang’an himself was just a fleeting ripple on the river of time, yet to be extinguished, and he had no power to reverse the flow of time.

As the saying goes, “The past is gone, and the present is all that remains.”

Liu Chang’an walked out of the warehouse, squinted, and realized it was already noon. The cabbage he had bought might not be as fresh as it was in the morning, but it was mainly used for drying and salting, so it didn’t matter much.

“Let’s go, and come back another time.” Zhang Xingliang handed him a packet of betel nuts with a smile.

Liu Chang’an waved his hand, walking into a small alley. He saw another man, dressed similarly to Zhang Xingliang, chatting with an elderly couple who looked like tourists. He was leading them to the warehouse.

Zhang Xingliang chuckled, and Liu Chang’an knew why. Tourists from other places were their favorite customers, and they would offer them free admission and then try to sell them some “antiques.”

Liu Chang’an didn’t take the same route back, and as he walked, he felt a mix of fresh and stale air. He turned a corner and saw a small vegetable market, where an old farmer was selling fresh cabbages.

The cabbages from the Xiangjiang River region could be harvested three times a year. They were planted in late April, and it took about 35 days to mature. After drying the cabbage hearts and salting the stems, they would be ready for consumption.

“How’s the harvest this year?”

“Not bad, about 6,000 or 7,000 catties per mu. Just hard to sell.”

“You should have a local agricultural guidance center. You can find a way to sell them online.”

“Online, huh? The old man doesn’t know how to use the internet, and WeChat is too complicated…”

“Learn, old man… How do you sell these high-quality vegetables?”

“Three yuan per catty.”

“Too cheap, you should sell for at least five yuan…”

Liu Chang’an chatted with the old farmer for a while, bought some cabbages and vegetables, and turned to see a pair of exquisite high-heeled shoes. The black stockings were of high quality, without the cheap feel of regular stockings. They complemented the slender legs and fitted uniform, creating a stunning silhouette.

Liu Chang’an stood up, looking at the face of the woman wearing glasses, her features delicate and beautiful, but her expression cold and distant.

“Do you want to buy some cabbages?” Liu Chang’an asked, trying to help the old farmer sell his produce.

The woman, Zhong Qing, was taken aback by Liu Chang’an’s sudden appearance and his opening line.

Seeing no reaction from the woman, Liu Chang’an took his things and left.

“Liu Chang’an!”

The sound of high heels clicking behind him was like a gentle breeze, and Liu Chang’an turned around to receive a business card from Zhong Qing. Her card was more exquisite than Zhang Xingliang’s, with only her name, phone number, and email address.

“Hello, do you remember Zhu Juntang?” Zhong Qing asked, trying to sound casual.

“I don’t remember, and I don’t know him.”

This answer was unexpected, and Zhong Qing’s eyebrows furrowed as she examined Liu Chang’an again. He was clean and tidy, giving off a fresh and natural aura that made people want to take a deep breath when they got close to him.

Zhong Qing hated people’s body odor and breath, but she was drawn to Liu Chang’an’s smooth skin and captivating aura, similar to Zhu Juntang’s.

“I want to know why she wants to find you.” Zhong Qing’s tone was calm, but her eyes were piercing.

“I don’t know.”

Liu Chang’an’s answer was calm and free of pretenses, but Zhong Qing was not going to waste her time arguing with him. She had already determined that Liu Chang’an was connected to Zhu Juntang, and she would not give up easily.

As she followed Liu Chang’an, she asked, “How does she know you?”

Liu Chang’an turned to look at Zhong Qing, his eyes questioning. “You should ask her, not me.”

Zhong Qing was taken aback, her voice dripping with frustration. “I’m just her assistant, and there are some things she doesn’t tell me.”

“Meaning you’re just nosing around?” Liu Chang’an teased, his words laced with humor.

Zhong Qing’s face turned red with anger, but before she could react, a sudden electric scooter came speeding around the corner. Zhong Qing was oblivious to the danger, but Liu Chang’an quickly grabbed her slender waist and pulled her close, narrowly avoiding the scooter.

As the scooter sped away, the rider yelled out curses and insults. Liu Chang’an translated for Zhong Qing, “He’s saying that you’re very close to his mother, and he’s very fond of you. It’s like the poem says, ‘The gentle lady is hard to get, and the gentleman is eager to get her.'”

Zhong Qing’s face turned red again, this time from embarrassment. “You think I’m an idiot?” she exclaimed, her voice rising.

Liu Chang’an released his grip on Zhong Qing’s waist, his hands lingering on her smooth skin. He smiled, knowing that she was trying to cover up her embarrassment.

As they stood there, Chen Changxiu took a few photos of them, capturing the moment when Liu Chang’an had his arms around Zhong Qing’s waist. He sent the photos to Ann Wan, but only included the part where Liu Chang’an was holding Zhong Qing, making it seem like they were intimate.

Liu Chang’an noticed Chen Changxiu, but he didn’t care. He ignored Zhong Qing and went back home.

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