Chapter 82

All afternoon, Li De, the head of Tieshan Street, had been running around trying to get his nephew out of trouble, completely ignoring the election for the head of Chang'an Village. It wasn't his own nephew, nor was it someone from the Zhao family, so he didn't care who it was. No matter who it was, he wouldn't let them off easily; he was the head of the street! Was he afraid they could fly out of his palm?

However, after running around all afternoon, he still couldn't get his nephew out. Although money could get things done, after a certain leader received 100,000 yuan, he only said casually that the person involved was an A-level wanted criminal by the Ministry of Public Security, with a murder charge. It was hard to bail him out. He could only help to ensure that the nephew wouldn't suffer too much and get a lighter sentence... For hiring someone to hurt someone else, it would take at least three years to get out!

Three years?

"Damn, in three years, I could have another nephew!" Li De returned to his office in a huff, only to hear that the new head of Chang'an Village was indeed Zhao Zhiqiang, who had just returned from the military!

Damn!

He slammed his fist down hard!

He sat there, fuming for half an hour. Then, his fish-like eyes darted around, and a sinister look flashed across his fat face. He reached out, found the yellow phone book on the table, and after searching for a while, found the phone number of the head of the district civil affairs bureau, Ning. After a few seconds of thought, he calmed down and dialed the number...

When the new head of Chang'an Village, Zhao Zhiqiang, heard Mei Jun's words, he was also quite embarrassed. In terms of drinking capacity, he could only match Mei Jun. The fact that his father and the party secretary were driven away, and seven big drinkers in the business world were knocked out, making the villagers dare not come again, was all due to the flow of spiritual energy.

As for the "letting water"... when the guys drink, they still need to go to the toilet.

This meal cost over 20,000 yuan, but Zhao Zhiqiang didn't act pretentiously. After interacting with these people, he knew that some things needed to be faked, but others couldn't be. He told the front desk to move everyone to a room to rest and called home, knowing that his brother and mother had already helped his father, who was very happy, to rest at home. He then used the excuse of overtime and drove back to the mountain to soak in the hot spring alone.

"What a great place!"

Zhao Zhiqiang soaked all night, feeling refreshed and invigorated. Looking at the soon-to-be-his spiritual source, he felt extremely comfortable!

Standing on the side peak of Longbei Mountain, he felt a strong urge to expand and achieve great things!

To repay these good friends who came to support him, it wasn't difficult. Making money—always easier for Zhao Zhiqiang than spending it. Thinking about the trouble after donating 500,000 yuan to the welfare home, he got a headache. If he threw in a million or even ten million in the future, wouldn't people think he was a fool?

After all, on paper, Zhao Zhiqiang started from nothing, even with a negative balance. He wasn't a rich and handsome guy, a second-generation rich, or had a wealthy father-in-law.

What he had was the ancestral copper coin already connected to his blood, but no one else had that...

However, the transformation last night was different from before.

After all 30 threads of mental energy were absorbed, half of it might have turned into invisible black gas and stored in the copper coin. The other half, in the form of gold energy, was converted into spiritual energy that could be stored in the copper coin with the help of 15 threads of energy and the spiritual energy in the hot spring. Last night, it took two threads of spiritual energy to nourish his body! Additionally, the grain of rice on the qi sea acupoint became a bit brighter.

It was doubling and growing. According to the requirements of the Qi-Inducing Technique, this was the process of storing qi, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, and storing it in the spiritual energy acupoint. This was the process of transforming essence into qi, and the spiritual energy was slowly changing some conditions inside his body. After each soak, a bit of black substance would float up, probably due to the process of changing the tendons and bones.

Last night, he only used 20 threads of energy. Later, his mother tried to use the spiritual energy to guide the kidney meridian, which worked well. Today, Zhao Zhiqiang, with a full body of spiritual energy, planned to use one thread to see if the dead kidney would show any new changes.

Around 6:30 in the morning, he pushed the door and entered the house.

He first carefully observed his mother and paid attention to the "Wealth Eye" consumption. Fortunately, now that his whole body was full of spiritual energy, it only took one-tenth of a thread of spiritual energy to observe for a minute. Although he couldn't see the financial situation clearly, he could "see" the changes in his mother's internal organs in his "heart," which was already very useful.

"Daqiang, did you work overtime all night?"

"Oh, I slept at the hot spring in the middle of the night. There was no one there, hehe."

"Oh, you should come home to sleep in the future. If you encounter a wolf or something, it would be scary. Well, well, you've been in the military and have some skills, but you also have injuries. Remember to come home in the future!" Hu Xuemei looked at her son with concern.

Zhao Jincai, who was helping with the work, immediately contradicted his wife, "No problem! Men don't care about such things when they work. Don't listen to your mother. Do what you want to do!"

Slap, slap.

Zhao Zhiqiang was patted on the shoulder by his father for the first time, previously it was always on the buttocks...

His younger brother wasn't in the living room or kitchen but was reading in his room. Zhao Zhiqiang heard him speaking English fluently and secretly admired his brother's high IQ!

After eating, around 7:30, Zhao Zhiqiang saw that there was still time and performed the Qi-Guiding Technique again to revive the dead kidney. This time, after half an hour of practice, the kidney, which was almost useless and the size of an apricot kernel, was nourished by the spiritual energy and began to recover, reaching the size of five grains of rice, more than five times larger than yesterday!

Although Zhao Zhiqiang consumed two threads of spiritual energy, he was extremely happy. The effects were getting better and better. Although, according to Mr. Lin, without spiritual medicine, the results would be half as effective, it didn't matter. He could soak in the hot spring every day and still cure his mother's illness!

Seeing her son drenched in sweat, Hu Xuemei asked with concern, "Son, is the medical technique you learned from Mr. Lin very tiring? If so, maybe we shouldn't treat my illness..."

"No, no! I'm just excited, Mom! Don't worry, I'm in great shape. Rest well and take the medicine Mr. Lin prescribed on time. Your illness will be cured in less than a month."

Sigh...

In his mother's excited and worried sigh, Zhao Zhiqiang left home, drove the old Pusang out of the Baihe Garden community, onto Baoxing Street, and turned south, heading to the foot of Longbei Mountain.

The six-kilometer journey to the village committee took about ten minutes, and he couldn't drive too fast. Zhao Zhiqiang planned to build a rest room after the spring and live in the hot spring all the time!

He entered the courtyard of the village committee.

The iron gate was wide open, and there were a few cars. A few people in thick coats were standing in front of the village head's office, talking about something.

"Here, Zhiqiang is here!" Tian Xiuqing hurriedly ran out of the door.

"Someone from above came and said your political review was不合格 (unqualified). Deputy Director Xu from the street office came to notify us that the village cannot announce something that hasn't been approved!"

"In other words, Zhao Zhiqiang, you are actually nothing right now!"

A man in his thirties, with a patch of hanging flesh under his neck that didn't match his fair face, stood in front of Zhao Zhiqiang, sneering and smiling.

Zhao Zhiqiang calmly smiled, "May I ask, what are you? So fair, could you be the Second Master descending from heaven?"