Chapter 62

Yang Kang had already picked up the medicine bowl and tentatively took a sip. It felt good, just as Gong Sunzhi had said. The medicine was not unpleasant to smell or drink, and it even tasted sweet, with a rather pleasant texture.

But when he heard Guo Pangzi say those words, he immediately knew something was wrong. He didn’t know Guo Pangzi’s background, but he knew Huang Tang’s. Huang Tang had served in the military, practiced martial arts, and worked as a detective for two years. His skills were solid.

"Huang Tang, stop it!" Yang Kang became anxious.

Huang Tang, however, was in a difficult position. He had initiated the provocation, but the moment he exerted force, he knew he had picked the wrong fight. Guo Pangzi’s hand had instantly turned into a steel clamp, firmly gripping his.

"Nice!" Guo Pangzi let go and stepped back, saying, "When you have time, find a bigger place, and we can spar. This place is too small and delicate. If we break anything, we’ll have to pay for it."

"You two..." Yang Kang hurried to mediate.

"Little Prince, it’s fine. It’s rare to meet someone who understands martial arts. It’s good to have a chance to spar," Huang Tang said.

Guo Pangzi smiled and sat down on a chair nearby.

"It’s so late, what do you need?" Yang Kang asked.

"Two things!" Huang Tang held up two fingers and sighed, "I couldn’t explain it over the phone, so I came to find you." As he spoke, he couldn’t help but glance at Guo Pangzi.

"Fatso isn’t an outsider, just say it directly." Yang Kang picked up the medicine bowl and drank it in one go, then said.

"The person you’re interested in has appeared again," Huang Tang said, "But he refuses to show me the map, and I’m at a loss. So I thought, why not set a time for you to meet him?"

"Who is he?" Guo Pangzi asked curiously.

"He might be a descendant of Chen Bijun, who claims to know the whereabouts of the 'Jinshan Shengji Tu' (Map of Jinshan’s Scenic Spots)," Yang Kang explained.

"Chen Bijun’s pornographic paintings are good, but what’s so special about the 'Jinshan Shengji Tu'?" Guo Pangzi shook his head, "Little Prince, your taste is really questionable."

"I’m a fool!" Yang Kang said bluntly, "Detective Huang, help me set up a meeting with him."

"Setting up a meeting is no problem. In fact, he’s at the end of his rope," Huang Tang said with a cold laugh, "I know his goal. He’s hoping to trade the so-called treasure map passed down from his ancestors for some money. But who’s that naive these days?"

Yang Kang couldn’t help but laugh. The descendant of Chen Bijun must be stuck with the treasure map but unable to find the treasure, leading to doubts about the map itself.

He couldn’t bear to give up, but he had no way to find the treasure, so he had the wild idea of selling the map.

"I have something tomorrow, remember to avoid that day," Yang Kang said with a smile.

"Alright, the second thing is related to you," Huang Tang said, looking at Yang Kang with concern.

"Related to me?" Yang Kang was taken aback and asked, puzzled.

"Yes, related to you," Huang Tang said, "Have you recently offended anyone?"

Who had he offended? The only recent conflict was with the Yin sisters, but he was the one who had been driven to the brink—could it be that Yin Qing wasn’t satisfied and wanted to see him dead?

"I run a private detective agency and have handled many such cases, but this time, the client didn’t show up in person. He just called and asked me to investigate someone. He was very generous, giving me 30,000 upfront and promising another 70,000 upon completion, totaling 100,000," Huang Tang said with a bitter smile, "I was happy at first, thinking I had never met such a generous client, but the person he wanted me to investigate was you!"

Yang Kang was stunned. Someone had actually hired Huang Tang to investigate him?

"What are they investigating about me?" Yang Kang gestured and asked.

"Just your preferences, nothing else," Huang Tang said, "But the client provided a detailed list, which is a bit... obsessive."

"Is there a list? Let me see it," Guo Pangzi said curiously.

"Sure!" Huang Tang stood up, pulled out a few folded sheets of paper from his pocket, and handed them over, "Take a look. It’s really detailed, and it’s hard to be casual about it."

Guo Pangzi glanced at it and immediately exclaimed, "Damn, it’s really detailed. Who is this obsessive person?"

"Let me see it!" Yang Kang was also curious and said.

Guo Pangzi handed the sheets to Yang Kang, who, upon seeing them, couldn’t help but laugh. This person was truly obsessive. He sat down at the desk, picked up a ballpoint pen from the pen holder, and said with a smile, "Detective Huang, remember to treat me to drinks when you earn that 100,000." As he spoke, he began to fill out the list item by item.

Yang Kang kept writing and couldn’t help but say, "It’s a good thing you brought this list to me directly. Otherwise, earning that 100,000 would be tough. Look, my clothing size, my favorite colors, the brands I use... Heh, Detective Huang, even if you’re close to me, you wouldn’t know these things."

"I don’t know!" Huang Tang said with a bitter smile, "I don’t have any special hobbies!"

Yang Kang continued filling out the list, and since it was about his own preferences, it was easy. However, when he reached item 72, he paused, put down the pen, and stared blankly.

Item 72 was simple: it asked what coffee he liked, whether he added sugar and milk, and if so, how much of each.

Honestly, if Huang Tang wasn’t close to him, it would be hard to earn that money by just asking him. He didn’t like black coffee because it was bitter, so he always added sugar, two packets per cup, and a small box of cream...

But when he saw this item, he couldn’t help but think of Shao Wenmo.

Shao Wenmo, the boss of Ruyi Fang, knew his favorite clothing brand and size, his favorite colors, and his coffee preferences, and that he didn’t eat beef.

He turned the investigation list over and read it again, suddenly realizing that the entire layout of Ruyi Fang was designed according to his preferences.

The layout of Ruyi Fang was similar to that of Yuzhenzhai.

The upper floor of Yuzhenzhai, which his father had bought, was not intended for him to live in, so it was just a simple three-bedroom, two-living room layout, following the common design.

The upper floor of Ruyi Fang, however, was modeled after his original Peach Garden Villa bedroom layout—two rooms connected as a suite, with a multi-treasure cabinet and wardrobe as partitions. Opposite was a study, which, except for being smaller than the one in his Peach Garden Villa, was identical in layout.

"What’s wrong?" Guo Pangzi took the list from him, glanced at it, and couldn’t help but say, "You don’t eat spicy food? But you ate the barbecue just now, and I put a little chili in the fish last time, and you ate it too."

"Too spicy is no good. Yours only had a little," Yang Kang said, "Besides, fish and shrimp need a bit of spice to avoid being too fishy and to taste better."

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