Chapter 5

Mengmeng, with a fork in her left hand and a knife in her right, was trying to cut a piece of steak, but it took a lot of effort.

"Let me cut it for you, Dad," Zhang Han said with a smile, shaking his head.

"Mm... I want... small pieces," Mengmeng reminded him.

"Okay, small pieces."

Zhang Han cut the steak into small cubes, and then father and daughter began their first somewhat decent dinner since they met.

Just as they finished, Zhang Han's phone rang. He answered it, and it was one of Liu Feng's men, informing him that all the necessary procedures for the car had been prepared.

Half an hour later, they met downstairs at the hotel. Zhang Han collected the documents and then went to the parking lot to take photos of the Ferrari from all angles. Back in the room, he immediately posted the car on a used car website.

The listed price was only two million.

As soon as the post went up, an employee at the website company, who was about to leave for the day, suddenly saw the listing.

As he read, the employee's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Manager! Manager!"

"What is it?" the manager frowned, his tone dissatisfied.

It was already seven in the evening, and they had been working two hours past the usual quitting time. The manager was already annoyed and was ready to reprimand the employee if this turned out to be a false alarm.

"Manager, come quick! Something's happened!" the employee shouted, drawing the attention of others who were about to leave. They all turned to look.

The manager hurried over, and when he saw the information on the screen, his eyes widened in shock.

"What? A Ferrari 488, bought less than a month ago, is being sold for two million?"

The manager's words drew a crowd, and a buzz of excitement filled the room.

"This car costs 4.8 million in total, and it's being sold for two million? Is this real?"

"If it's true, whoever buys it will make a fortune!"

"Right, buy it and resell it, and you could get three million or more!"

"Is this person in urgent need of money? Even if they are, this is a bit hasty. Listing it for three million would probably sell it in three days."

The manager, understanding the situation, quickly instructed the employee at the computer.

"Quickly! Block this listing and get me the seller's phone number!"

The manager was preparing to buy the car himself. The employee at the computer hurried to comply, while the others looked on enviously.

This was the manager's strength; he had the money to act. If it were them, they wouldn't have two million to spare, let alone the means to act.

The manager called Zhang Han, arranged a time to view the car, and then patted the employee who had brought the news, planning to reward him heavily after the deal.

After preparing, the manager, along with a few employees to inspect the car, headed to the hotel where Zhang Han was staying.

After a thorough inspection, the manager was very satisfied and agreed to the transaction the next morning.

By the time they finished, it was already nine o'clock at night. Zhang Han, holding Mengmeng, returned to the room.

"Aww," Mengmeng yawned, lying in Zhang Han's arms and mumbled, "Daddy, I want to hear a story."

A story?

Zhang Han was a bit taken aback. He had never told a story before, but since his daughter wanted to hear one, he had to try. He organized his thoughts and said, "Let me tell you the story of Snow White. Once upon a time, there was a Snow White..."

"Mm... No, no, I've heard Snow White before," Mengmeng shook her head.

"Um... How about Little Red Riding Hood?"

"No."

"Then the Seven Dwarfs?"

"No."

"Then the Big Bad Wolf?"

"No."

"..."

Zhang Han listed all the fairy tales he knew, but the little girl had heard them all many times and kept shaking her head, saying "No."

For a moment, Zhang Han was at a loss.

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly had an idea and asked, "Sweetie, do you want to hear the story of Immortal Cold Sun?"

"No... Huh?" Mengmeng was puzzled, thought for a moment, and then realized she hadn't heard it before. She clapped her hands happily, "Okay, okay."

"Hehehe." Zhang Han cleared his throat, a proud smile on his face, and began, "Immortal Cold Sun is a great figure. This story starts on Earth."

"When Immortal Cold Sun was on Earth, his life was very difficult. He eventually jumped off a cliff, but unexpectedly entered a new world, the world of cultivation!"

"Mm... Daddy, what is the world of cultivation?" Mengmeng asked, a bit confused.

"The world of cultivation is a vast world with countless planets and people. Some rivers are larger than Earth, and some continents are almost as big as the Milky Way. In short, it's a very unique world."

"Immortal Cold Sun was very powerful in the world of cultivation. From the moment he entered it, it took him only five hundred years to reach the Great Tribulation stage. Why? Because he had a natural ability called the Treasure-Sensing Nose, which could detect the scent of treasures. From then on, Immortal Cold Sun never lacked treasures."

"Although five hundred years is a long time, during those five hundred years, Immortal Cold Sun was always searching for treasures or on his way to find them. He also had to learn extremely complex cultivation knowledge. Five hundred years passed in a flash, and he had few friends and was quite lonely."

"But in the later years, when Immortal Cold Sun reached the peak of the Great Tribulation stage, he traveled through the myriad worlds before the heavenly tribulation came. What happened? He became famous instantly!"

"He spent money like water, and the tips he gave were enough for others to live for hundreds of years. So wherever he went, he was always the center of attention, with people fawning over him and worshipping him. The atmosphere was very impressive, wasn't it?"

"Impressive..." Mengmeng listened, a bit dazed, and answered instinctively.

"Because of this, people gave Immortal Cold Sun a nickname, the Generous Immortal."

Hearing his daughter's praise, Zhang Han's face lit up.

"But later, he was called the Wealthy Emperor Immortal because he was so rich that his wealth surpassed that of a hundred super sects combined!"

"Some people also called him the Treasure Master Immortal because whenever there was a treasure, it always ended up in his possession."

"There were many nicknames, but I won't list them all. Immortal Cold Sun seemed to do nothing but search for treasures. In five hundred years of cultivation, he only acted once, and that time he caused a great upheaval, overwhelming ten super sects. He was incredibly powerful."

"But even he couldn't escape the heavenly tribulation. When he faced the legendary Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, no matter how many treasures he used, he couldn't withstand it."

"So, he returned to Earth."

At this point, Zhang Han smiled, turned to Mengmeng, and said proudly, "Do you know what Immortal Cold Sun's name is? Ha, let me tell you, Immortal Cold Sun is your dad, Zhang... Huh?"

When he turned, he saw that the little princess was already asleep. Zhang Han's face froze, feeling a bit silly.

If the people in the world of cultivation who knew Immortal Cold Sun saw him now, they would be shocked.

Zhang Han's lips twitched as he covered the little princess with a blanket. Looking at his adorable daughter, his lips curved into a gentle smile.

"Next, I need to find a feng shui treasure site to plant the Thunder Sun Tree and those seeds."

Zhang Han shook his head and fell into deep thought.

Finding a feng shui treasure site was not difficult. With the Thunder Sun Tree, even if it wasn't a feng shui treasure site, it would gradually become one under its nourishment. The key was to find a good location.

"Where should I go?"

Zhang Han lay down, took out the black iPhone his sister had sent him, and opened the map of China.

After scanning for a while, his gaze finally settled on a location in the south:

Hong Kong!

It seemed like a random choice, but it was well-considered.

Winter was approaching, and the temperature in the north was gradually dropping, which was not suitable for Mengmeng to play.

Moreover, Beijing was the old base of the Zhang family. Although the family was in decline, it still had many branches. Zhang Han didn't want to live under the Zhang family's watchful eye.

The Oriental Pearl by the sea was the place of his mother's family. He remembered that when his mother married into the Zhang family, there were many unpleasant incidents, and it seemed they didn't accept him and his sister.

Apart from these major cities, there were many green and scenic places to choose from, but Zhang Han didn't select any of them.

To be honest, these were all excuses. The real reason Zhang Han chose Hong Kong was because Mengmeng's mother's company was there, and Mengmeng wasn't completely his yet.

Once he resolved the issue with Ziyan, he could take Mengmeng wherever he wanted, depending on his mood.

Zhang Han didn't have high hopes for his relationship with Ziyan. Even without considering his identity as Immortal Cold Sun, he didn't have high hopes for it.

The entertainment industry was too complex. As one of the Four Young Masters of Beijing, Zhang Han knew many secrets. How many young girls sacrificed everything for fame? How many storms did famous stars weather? In the eyes of the rich, how many stars were seen as playthings?

To Zhang Han, the entertainment industry was like a big dye vat, and most people were stained. Although Ziyan was one of the few with few scandals, this didn't change his view.

"Let's go on a spontaneous trip."

Zhang Han smiled at the sleeping Mengmeng and prepared to book tickets online.

He booked a flight for the next afternoon, but when it came to the payment step, he was stunned.

His bank cards were empty. Reluctantly, he decided to deposit some money the next day to buy the tickets.

Just as he was thinking, his phone beeped with a message.

He opened it and saw that five thousand yuan had been deposited into his bank account.

Zhang Han's expression changed, and he immediately booked the flight for the evening.

He then got up, went to the bathroom, closed the door, and called Zhang Li's phone number.

"Li, I just received your money," Zhang Han said.

"Uh-huh," Zhang Li replied.

She didn't seem very talkative, but Zhang Han knew she still cared about him.

Five years ago, when their parents went missing, Zhang Li blamed Zhang Han for causing trouble, leading to their disappearance. She left the Zhang family and didn't contact him for over a year.

Later, when she learned that Zhang Han was living in poverty in Beijing while investigating the matter, she started to contact him again.