Chapter 100

"Shut up! You disrespectful thing, apologize to Uncle Xia immediately!" Before Huang Xiangyi could finish her sentence, Old Huang, with a face full of anger, pointed at her and scolded her.

At this moment, Old Huang had already fully believed Xia Yunjie's words and could not tolerate his daughter treating someone's kindness as a slap in the face, let alone insulting him!

"Dad, what are you doing..." Huang Xiangyi, the youngest daughter of Old Huang, had always been his favorite. She had never seen him so angry with her before, and to ask her to call Xia Yunjie, a young man, "uncle" made her feel so wronged that tears welled up in her eyes.

"Brother Huang, forget it, forget it, ignorance is no sin!" Xia Yunjie, who had been kindly pointing out Old Huang's imminent danger, was quite annoyed when he was called a liar. However, seeing Old Huang's anger and Huang Xiangyi's tears, his anger dissipated, and he tried to persuade him.

"No, in matters of principle, one cannot be vague. Brother Xia, it's my fault for not educating my daughter properly. I apologize!" Old Huang first firmly rejected Xia Yunjie's persuasion, then with a guilty look, deeply bowed to Xia Yunjie.

"Brother Xia, you can't do that, you can't do that!" Xia Yunjie, knowing who Old Huang was, hurriedly stopped him from bowing.

"Uncle Xia, I'm sorry, I just..." Huang Xiangyi knew her father's strong character, who had never bowed to anyone even during the difficult times after liberation. Seeing him bow to Xia Yunjie for her sake, she quickly wiped away her tears and bowed to apologize.

As for her feelings of injustice, she had to put them aside for now.

"Forget it. It's hard to believe if you don't see it with your own eyes." Xia Yunjie was not as polite to Huang Xiangyi, waving his hand to stop her.

After saying this, Xia Yunjie looked at Old Huang again and said, "Brother Huang, do you want me to remove the parasite now, or should we go back to Beijing and discuss it with the lady first? The decision is yours."

"Brother, I don't want to have my old bones eaten away before I get back to Beijing. Please remove it quickly." Old Huang said with a loud voice.

Now, he had full confidence in Xia Yunjie and realized that this new friend was the wise man mentioned in the old man's divination.

"Alright, Brother Huang, please sit down. Wenbo, go get a basin and fill it halfway with water." Xia Yunjie said, his face finally showing a serious expression.

"Master Feng, let me do it." Qu Weiguo, not wanting Feng Wenbo to do it, quickly went to the bathroom to get a plastic basin and filled it halfway with water.

Xia Yunjie, seeing Qu Weiguo bring the basin, asked him to place it two meters in front of Old Huang, then stood quietly behind Old Huang, focusing his mind and secretly channeling his witchcraft power.

The living room was silent, and everyone, including Huang Xiangyi, held their breath in tension.

After about ten seconds, Xia Yunjie suddenly moved.

He quickly made a hand sign with one hand and placed the other on the top of Old Huang's head, then patted down from the back of his head, along his neck, and down his back. Each pat made Old Huang's chest bulge, and a strange, sharp sound was emitted, becoming more and more urgent and sharp, making everyone feel uneasy.

"Break!" Just as everyone was on the edge of their seats, feeling their hearts about to jump out of their throats, Xia Yunjie suddenly shouted and slapped Old Huang's back.

"Spurt!" Old Huang spat out a jet of blood, which landed precisely in the basin of water.

The water in the basin immediately turned red, and in the red water, a translucent, finger-length, terrifying worm was seen swimming, along with countless floating eggs, some of which had already hatched.

Seeing this, Qu Weiguo's face changed, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

Qu Weiguo, also a witch, understood what those eggs meant and realized that his great-uncle's words were not exaggerated at all!

"Dad, are you okay?" Seeing Old Huang spit blood, Huang Xiangyi, as a daughter, was the most anxious and quickly patted her father's chest.

"Ha ha, don't worry. I've never felt so comfortable in my life." Old Huang laughed heartily, then got up and bowed to Xia Yunjie, "Brother, you've saved my life."

"Brother, you're too kind." Xia Yunjie smiled humbly.

Seeing her father was fine, Huang Xiangyi finally relaxed and looked at the basin of bloody water.

Not looking was better; this look made her face pale, and she pointed at the basin, "Is this... the parasite?"

Xia Yunjie nodded.

"Then what are these white dots?" Huang Xiangyi asked again.

"Eggs!" Xia Yunjie replied succinctly.

But these two simple words made Old Huang and Huang Xiangyi shudder, especially when Old Huang thought about the eggs turning into parasites inside him, which was more terrifying than the battles he had fought.

"Uncle, how should I deal with this now?" Feng Wenbo asked respectfully.

"Go get me a brush and cinnabar. These things are hard to kill with ordinary methods." Xia Yunjie said.

Feng Wenbo quickly fetched the brush and cinnabar, and Xia Yunjie drew a talisman.

After drawing it, Xia Yunjie threw the talisman into the basin, and it burned fiercely in the bloody water.

As the talisman burned, the sharp sound echoed in the living room, but this time it was clearer. When the fire went out, the water was even redder, but the parasite and eggs were gone.

Seeing the parasite and eggs eliminated, Huang Xiangyi, still shaken, asked, "Uncle Xia... my dad..."

"Miss Huang, you can call me Professor Xia. I'm a guest professor at Jiangzhou University." Xia Yunjie, seeing Huang Xiangyi was a woman in her forties, felt uncomfortable being called "uncle" and quickly interrupted her.

"This..." Huang Xiangyi looked at her father, also feeling uncomfortable calling a young man "uncle."

"Since Brother Xia said so, call him that." Old Huang smiled and said, "Don't call her Miss Huang, just call her Xiangyi."

Xia Yunjie smiled and said, "I've removed all of those things. Your father won't have heart pain anymore."

"Daughter, don't worry. Brother Xia is a true genius. If he says it's fine, it's definitely fine. Let's not talk about this. Weiguo, arrange a dinner for tonight. I want to have a few drinks with Brother Xia." Old Huang, seeing his daughter's hesitation, smiled and said.

"Let Feng Zhengcheng handle it. He's the Party Secretary of Jiangzhou City and Wenbo's son. As your old leader, he should welcome you." Xia Yunjie smiled.

Though Feng Wenbo was unhappy with his son's career change, he was still glad to see his son's rise. Seeing Xia Yunjie mention his son, he felt grateful and happy.

Old Huang, being a seasoned politician, understood Xia Yunjie's intention. Though he had come with a low profile, he couldn't refuse Xia Yunjie's request. "That's fine. Let Feng also invite Secretary Zhao. He's the Party Secretary of your province and my former subordinate. We haven't seen each other for a while. He drinks well and can toast you more."

County officials are less powerful than those in charge. Since Xia Yunjie valued Feng Zhengcheng, Old Huang decided to go all the way and invite Secretary Zhao, who would naturally pay more attention to Feng Zhengcheng. Moreover, Old Huang wanted to introduce Xia Yunjie to Zhao, as Xia Yunjie was not only a genius but also his savior and a close friend, and lived in Jiangnan Province. Old Huang, being in Beijing, needed someone to help take care of his new friend.

As for whether a genius like Xia Yunjie needed Zhao's help, that was another matter. Introducing them was a good thing.

Xia Yunjie didn't understand the subtle implications of Old Huang's decision to invite Zhao, but Feng Wenbo, being experienced, understood the situation and happily called his son.

In the office of the Party Secretary of Jiangzhou City, smoke filled the air.

Feng Zhengcheng stood by the window, smoking one cigarette after another.

Feng Zhengcheng came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine and didn't usually smoke, but when faced with difficult decisions, he had the habit of smoking continuously.

Recently, the Provincial Party Committee member and Party Secretary of Jinyang City, Zeng Lishu, had been placed under investigation, leaving a vacancy in the Provincial Party Committee. This vacancy should logically be filled by the Party Secretary of a prefecture-level city in Jiangnan Province.

Jiangzhou City, with its developed economy, held a significant position in Jiangnan Province. Feng Zhengcheng had performed well in Jiangzhou City over the past few years and was a strong candidate for the Provincial Party Committee.

The Party Secretary is a department-level official, and once in the Provincial Party Committee, he would become a vice-provincial official, a significant promotion. More importantly, Provincial Party Committee members have the power to discuss and vote on major decisions and personnel appointments in Jiangnan Province, making them more powerful than vice-provincial officials who are not in the Provincial Party Committee.

Feng Zhengcheng, at forty, had a good chance of becoming the youngest Provincial Party Committee member in Jiangnan Province, and even one of the youngest in the country. At this age, if he developed well, he could become the second-in-command or even the top leader of a province.

Of course, in China, without a strong background or the support of higher leadership, the chances of becoming the top leader of a province are slim.

Recently, Feng Zhengcheng had heard that several Party Secretaries of prefecture-level cities were actively lobbying in the province and even in Beijing. A few of them were gaining popularity, while Feng Zhengcheng, who had been inactive, was gradually being overlooked. There were even rumors from the provincial capital that he was too young and would not be considered.

Once you enter the political arena, who doesn't want to climb higher? Feng Zhengcheng naturally wanted to rise and was envious of the Provincial Party Committee position.

Now, Feng Zhengcheng was considering whether to go to the provincial capital to lobby, especially to Secretary Zhao Xingjun.

In terms of personnel appointments, Secretary Zhao had the most say.

However, Zhao Xingjun, a former military man, was upright and hated lobbying, making Feng Zhengcheng hesitant about whether to go or not.

If he didn't go, he feared that others would be active while he remained inactive, which might make the leadership think he was not ambitious or that he didn't take them seriously. If he went, he feared it might backfire and anger Secretary Zhao.

Feng Zhengcheng couldn't decide, and the cigarettes continued to burn one after another. Just then, his phone rang.