"Disregarding the rules, how dare you disturb our guest! Do you wish to die?"
The attendant shouted indignantly.
"Ah, forget it, forget it. The young lady accidentally touched me. It's nothing, nothing at all!"
Zhang Kuixian intentionally pretended to be unconcerned.
The attendant watched him act, finding it quite amusing.
'I know exactly what's going on in your mind,' he thought. Outwardly, however, he said, "For your sake, I won't hold it against her. If there's a next time, I'll deal with her!"
"Yes, yes, yes. I'll let her atone for her mistake by serving me tea again. You'll spare her for my sake!"
"Quickly, thank Director Zhang!"
"Thank you, Director Zhang, thank you, Director Zhang!"
Fang Huairan said at the opportune moment, her eyes filled with humility.
The attendant gave Fang Huairan a look, and she dared not show any dissatisfaction.
Zhang Kuixian looked at Fang Huairan, his heart overflowing with joy.
This carefree life varied from person to person, even for immortals.
After so many years in the Heavenly Court, the so-called strict rules were merely fleeting clouds. As long as one didn't rebel, the Heavenly Court would only impose minor punishments.
Over time, everyone became accustomed to the good life, enjoying delicacies and treating those who were obedient and agreeable. Those who simply did their jobs without listening were not favored.
Of course, tasks still needed to be done. Thus, each mountain peak and dojo always had a few "labor" positions reserved for those immortals with lofty aspirations.
Most immortals were pragmatic; they wouldn't act without incentives, refusing to do anything without receiving offerings of incense.
Familiar with the rules of the modern Heavenly Court, Zhang Kuixian found his life increasingly pleasant. The drive for diligent cultivation from many years ago was long gone.
"Alas, this tea is rather dull. If only there were some wine!"
After a few cups of tea, Zhang Kuixian sighed.
"Hehehe, can I allow Director Zhang to feel wronged here?"
The attendant chuckled and clapped his hands.
With a "clap clap!" sound, the tea table was replaced by a wine table laden with several dishes.
Zhang Kuixian's eyes widened in amazement and he immediately exclaimed,
"My dear fellow, you are truly full of hidden talents! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought those drunkards were lying!"
"Not at all, not at all. This is merely a humble offering of wine. Please do not take offense, Director Zhang!"
The attendant said politely.
Zhang Kuixian returned the gesture but said nothing more.
"Come, please! Try this, the greatest treasure of Black Cloud Mountain, the Black Bamboo Shoots! I guarantee this is unique in all the Six Realms."
"Is that so? Then I must try it."
Zhang Kuixian said, picking up his chopsticks and placing a small piece into his mouth.
"Mmm—Indeed, it's crisp and refreshing! Tsk tsk!"
He then took another small piece and put it in his mouth.
In reality, these were not the Black Bamboo Shoots of Black Cloud Mountain, but rather wedges planted on the attendant himself, resembling Black Bamboo Shoots!
No one except the attendant knew that this could be eaten.
Moreover, there was a particular way to prepare it, and only the attendant knew how to consume it.
It was truly unique in the Six Realms!
And most critically, once tasted, it was incredibly difficult to quit!
Zhang Kuixian only knew it was a delicacy from Black Cloud Mountain and that each serving was one less. He paid no mind to the consequences.
Even better, these treats paired exceptionally well with wine, making one increasingly intoxicated.
After a few cups of wine, Zhang Kuixian's vision began to blur. He felt as though Fang Huairan was swaying before him, and his resolve wavered.
The more he stared at Fang Huairan, the more he felt she was smiling at him. Her smile was alluring, her posture graceful; her curves were voluptuous, her skin fair and tender. Sudan Novel Network.
"Director Zhang!"
The attendant called out. Seeing Zhang Kuixian staring at Fang Huairan without responding, he raised his voice and shouted,
"Director Zhang! Di-Director Zhang!"
"Yes, yes! What is it?"
Zhang Kuixian stammered to relieve his embarrassment.
"Report! Master! Your subordinate has an urgent matter to report!"
As Zhang Kuixian finished speaking, an attendant of the other came to report.
"Speak, what is it?"
"This?"
The person looked at Zhang Kuixian and asked cautiously.
"Speak, Director Zhang is not an outsider!"
These words warmed Zhang Kuixian's heart, reflecting his good relationship with the attendant.
"Yes, your subordinate obeys!"
The person then reported the company's financial difficulties to the attendant.
After listening, the attendant remained silent for a long time, appearing quite troubled.
Zhang Kuixian seemed to have sobered up considerably; a few cups of wine couldn't threaten his consciousness.
"Hehehe, what's so difficult about that? Next Monday, I'll give you a time slot. As long as the funds are successfully transferred, everything will be smooth sailing afterward!"
Zhang Kuixian said with a smile, considering it a trivial matter.
"This, is it alright? Won't it be too much trouble for Director Zhang?"
"Still calling me Director Zhang? How many times have I told you, just call me brother! From now on, in private, call me brother!"
"Call you brother? Alright, I'll call you brother. Then this matter will be entrusted to brother's help!"
"No problem! Hahaha!"
Zhang Kuixian and the attendant chatted warmly, drinking their wine heartily!
"Brother, rest assured, your brother won't let you help in vain this time. It'll be the same percentage as last time. Rest assured, you won't be treated unfairly!"
The attendant said, raising his wine glass for a toast.
Zhang Kuixian ate and drank without speaking.
What would be a meal and drinks without music and dance for entertainment? Many earthly instruments had long since found their way into the Heavenly Realm.
Zhang Kuixian had drunk a considerable amount of wine, and though he tried to hold on, the effects of the alcohol were starting to show.
His gaze was fixed on Fang Huairan, never leaving her.
All of this was observed by the attendant.
"Brother, if you like her, this girl is yours. I'll also tell you a secret method that will guarantee you live a more carefree life than an immortal! Hahaha!"
The attendant declared with a hearty laugh.
Despite the accompanying music and dancing, Fang Huairan, who was dancing for their entertainment, overheard the attendant's words.
This filled her with deep sorrow!
She knew that from birth, she had been a plaything for others. She had thought that death would bring an end to it all, and that by contributing to the attendant's success, she would achieve a good outcome in the ghost realm. Little did she expect to be passed around and given away as a plaything once more.
Worse still, these Black Bamboo Shoots were not ordinary wedges. Once consumed by an immortal, they would be craved endlessly, unless their desire was terminated with the life of a soul.
Undoubtedly, this journey meant certain death for her.
This situation was strikingly similar to those girls on Red Island back then.
Perhaps this was retribution; the wrongdoings of the past would always come back to haunt her.
To escape this fate, she would have to find a way herself. Most importantly, she needed to thwart the attendant's plan.
Although Fang Huairan's body was moving rapidly, her mind was racing even faster!