The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225: 217 Proactively offering a hug, Ying Yuexuan is a dove occupying a magpie’s nest [2 updates]

“Hmm,” Ying Zijin nodded, “When did you two arrange to meet?”

“Let me check.” Rita took out her phone, glanced at the calendar, and frowned, “August 23rd, tsk, it’s such a hassle, I have to stay in Hua Country for another dozen days or so.”

Today was August 7th, and there were still 16 days until the date she had arranged with the Number One Poison Master.

Rita was also puzzled about why the Number One Poison Master had suddenly changed the meeting location.

And it was in Hua Country of all places.

Originally, they should have met on this island last night. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

But after her competition, the Number One Poison Master had changed the meeting place and time.

“Location?”

“Shanghai City.”

Ying Zijin’s expression paused slightly: “Shanghai City?”

“You find it strange too, right?” Rita spread her hands, “I thought that a hunter of this level would be either in your imperial city or living reclusively in the mountains.”

The Ancient Martial World and the Ancient Medical Field were both near the imperial city.

It’s just that ordinary people couldn’t find it, and even if they did, they couldn’t enter.

“But it’s not impossible either,” Rita added, “I don’t know if you’re aware, but the previous Gun God Ranking seventh rank died in Shanghai City, and to this day the Hidden Alliance hasn’t figured out who did it.”

As the sunlight grew more piercing, Ying Zijin put on her hat: “I know.”

“So I was thinking, could it have been the Number One Poison Master who killed him?” Rita analyzed seriously, “Look, only a Poison Master could kill someone so subtly and leave no evidence behind.”

Ying Zijin fell silent for a moment.

She couldn’t refute that.

The Gun God Ranking seventh rank was indeed killed by her.

However, she didn’t clean up the scene; if there were no traces, it must have been Fu Yunshen who swept up after her.

“Anyway, no matter what, thanks to his luck, with him dead, I moved up a spot in the rankings,” Rita flipped her hair seductively, “I used to be eighty-eight.”

“I can give you Calming Flower,” Ying Zijin considered for a while, “but I have one condition.”

“Tell me, if I can satisfy it, I’ll definitely make it happen.”

“I want to accompany you to meet this Number One Poison Master.”

“Sure, no problem,” Rita agreed immediately, “It’s just a trade, I’m asking her to treat my father.”

Ying Zijin’s gaze shifted subtly.

“Wait a moment, I have something for you,” Rita signaled to a middle-aged man not too far away, “Myron, bring the item.”

The middle-aged man quickly came forward, carrying a case.

“This is a gun from my collection,” Rita opened the case, “It’s usable, but it’s not very powerful, because its casing is made of gold and diamonds, just for aesthetics.”

“Take it as our reconciliation gift.”

Ying Zijin didn’t refuse, she gestured to one side: “These are for you.”

Rita picked up one of the small jars: “What’s this?”

“Brightening facial mask.”

Those four words made Rita decisively pack it up, she blew a whistle and smiled, “Eastern beauty, when you have time, I’ll invite you over to our place for some penne.”

She waved her hand and boarded another airplane.

**

Five hours later.

The airplane once again arrived in Shanghai City.

The weather in August was extremely muggy, like a furnace.

“Let’s go, kid, this is for you,” Fu Yunshen patted her head, “You’ve been tired these past few days, go home and have a good sleep.”

Yun Shan tactfully didn’t follow, using the excuse that he had things to do, he left.

The two of them drove back.

Along the way, Ying Zijin saw someone selling mung bean soup and sour plum drink by the roadside, an old grandmother.

She was sitting on a small stool, with two boxes in front of her.

“I’ll buy a cup,” Ying Zijin turned her head, “Do you want one?”

She seemed to have never seen him drink anything other than nourishing tea.

“Hmm,” Fu Yunshen didn’t refuse this time, parking the car, “Get the room-temperature ones, the stomach is important.”

Ying Zijin got out of the car and walked over to the stall.

She took two cups of mung bean soup and was about to scan to pay.

The old grandmother wiped her hands with a towel and hesitated for a moment: “Young lady, do you have cash?”

Ying Zijin looked up: “Cash?”

Nowadays, most transactions were done online, and it was rare for people to carry cash.

“It’s not really anything.” The old grandma sighed, “Today’s technology is too advanced, I don’t understand any of it, and my son helped me set up this QR code.”

She wiped the corners of her slightly reddened eyes, a bit embarrassed: “All the money from scanning goes to his account, and today I wanted to buy some vegetables, make a soup for my husband, so I thought to ask if any of you had cash.”

Ying Zijin’s hand paused, and only then did she notice that the avatar in the payment code was of a middle-aged man.

Clearly, it was not the old grandmother’s WeChat account.