Spectral Doctor of the Metropolis

Yin Dang's Big Business

Han Weiwei was furious. She hadn't expected Yin Dang, the supposed con man, to actually have connections in the capital. Just as she was gloating over the capture of a charlatan, Wang Hua, the Public Security Bureau Director, arrived.

Behind Director Wang was a kindly, perpetually smiling man in his sixties. Following him were four burly men wearing sunglasses.

"Weiwei, did you arrest a fortune teller this afternoon?" Director Wang asked, smiling at Han Weiwei as she worked.

In fact, as soon as Director Wang said this, the clever Han Weiwei knew what was going on. Without hesitation, she said, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"That's good. Then why don't you just release him? It was a misunderstanding," Director Wang said with a smile.

"Director, I saw him committing fraud with my own eyes. How could it be a misunderstanding?" Han Weiwei said bluntly.

Director Wang coughed and said, "But from what I understand, it's indeed a misunderstanding. Okay, I won't say any more. Just release him. We'll talk if you have anything else to say."

"But..." Han Weiwei was about to say something, but Director Wang interrupted her again: "No buts, just release him first."

"Hmph."

Han Weiwei stamped her foot, turned, and walked towards the holding cell where Yin Dang was being held.

At that moment, Yin Dang was in a daze in the holding cell, lamenting his miserable fate. Seeing Han Weiwei walk in, he immediately stood up and said, "I'm truly wronged. Just release me."

"Shut him up." Han Weiwei glared at Yin Dang with annoyance, then opened the holding cell door.

Seeing Han Weiwei open the door, Yin Dang said, "Can I leave?"

"Come with me, someone's here to pick you up," Han Weiwei said with disdain.

"Oh!"

"Someone's coming to pick me up? Who could it be? I don't seem to have anyone in the capital," Yin Dang muttered.

He arrived at the office, curious. As soon as the old man next to Director Wang saw Yin Dang enter, he was almost certain that this was the person the master had sent him to. Judging by his attire, he looked like a typical country bumpkin.

After signing his name on the list Han Weiwei handed him, the old man smiled and said to Yin Dang, "Young man, please come with us."

Yin Dang looked at the old man and the four burly men behind him with a strange look. Finally, he asked Han Weiwei for his large canvas bag and followed them out of the Public Security Bureau.

After leaving the Public Security Bureau, Yin Dang curiously asked the fiery old man next to him, "Old man, who are you? I don't think I know you."

"Haha, young man. You'll know when you meet our master later," the old man said with a smile.

"Your master? Who is he?"

As they spoke, they arrived in front of an extremely luxurious business car. A three-pin logo graced the roof of the business car, and the car, painted entirely black, looked incredibly imposing.

A burly man opened the door and politely said, "Please."

"Wow, your car must be worth ** million. It looks so cool! Our village chief's sedan, which costs over 40,000, isn't this beautiful." Seeing the car, Yin Dang's eyes lit up. Anyone who could afford it must be wealthy, at least much richer than the village chief's family.

However, Yin Dang's words embarrassed the others, and the old man wailed inwardly, "Is this really the person the master is looking for? What kind of person is this? A multi-million dollar Mercedes-Benz business car is only worth tens of thousands."

"Ahem, little brother. Get in first," the old man said, suppressing a strange feeling in his heart.

"Okay."

Yin Dang got in the car, and the comfortable seat made him sigh again: "This is so much more comfortable than the couch we bought back home for a few hundred yuan."

He looked around the car, curious. Things in this city are just different.

The old man sat next to Yin Dang. After the burly men got in, one of them started the commercial vehicle and stepped on the accelerator.

"Old man, where are you taking me?" Yin Dang asked after getting in the car. Although he could tell from the men's faces that they wouldn't harm him, he still had to understand why he was being taken away for no apparent reason.

"You can call me Uncle Chen. I'm just here on the master's orders to invite you over. As for what my master wants to see you about, you can ask him later," said the old man, Uncle Chen.

"Your master?" Yin Dang pondered. He had only been in the imperial capital for a few hours, and the only person he seemed to know was the grandfather who had read his fortune on the overpass. Could it really be him?

...

The business car drove into a particularly luxurious villa complex, where each villa was beautifully decorated. The landscaping was also exceptionally well-maintained, filled with a variety of flowers and trees Yindang had never seen before. It was like a paradise in the big city.

Such a tranquil environment, such beautiful villas, Yindang's eyes widened. They were much more beautiful than their three large tiled houses.

The car stopped in front of a large villa. Yindang got out and followed Uncle Chen towards the villa. As for the four burly men who had followed Uncle Chen, they did not follow.

As Uncle Chen entered the villa, he saw the grand hall, decorated with magnificent décor. A large crystal chandelier hung overhead, and the surrounding furniture was made of solid wood. The walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings of various styles.

Yindang, like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, eyes widened as he instinctively exclaimed, "This house is so beautiful."

"Hehe, of course. This is the most prosperous area in the imperial capital. Every square meter must be worth..." Uncle Chen laughed. But before he could finish his words, he was speechless at Yindang's words.

"Such a beautiful house must be worth at least several hundred thousand."

Yindang remembered that the two-story Western-style house in their village chief's home had cost over a hundred thousand to build. This one, so large, must have cost two or three times that!

"Pfft!"

Uncle Chen nearly burst out laughing. Ignorance truly is bliss. This kid is truly utterly ignorant.

Curious, Yindang headed for the second floor. The decor was even more opulent than the first. Sitting on a leather sofa was an elderly man in his seventies or eighties. Next to him sat a pretty girl, about seventeen or eighteen. The two were chatting.

"Master, I've brought the young man you asked me to find," Uncle Chen said respectfully to the old man.

"Okay, I understand. You can go down first."

"Yes, Master."

Uncle Chen left the second floor, and Yindang began to examine the two people on the sofa.

"Gulp! Another beautiful girl."

The moment he saw the girl, Yindang couldn't take his eyes off her.

She had an oval face, willow-shaped eyebrows, long, jet-black hair draped to her waist, and a pair of bright eyes that seemed to speak. Her cherry-like mouth, painted with bright red lipstick, set off her beauty perfectly.

Her breasts were quite full, and Yindang estimated that he could just hold them with both hands. She wore a pair of denim shorts and had her legs crossed. Her pair of snow-white breasts swayed back and forth, almost blinding Yindang's eyes.

"Gulp~"

Yin Dang swallowed again and thought to himself, "Damn, this big city is different. I met two top-notch women in one day. Either one would be a great choice to marry! So who should I choose?"

Just as Yin Dang was lost in thought, the old man turned around. Sure enough, it was the grandfather Yin Dang had met on the overpass. He immediately stood up and said, "Little brother, you're here."

"Oh, it's you." Looking at the grandfather who had "invited" him here, Yin Dang knew he had a big business deal today. He should finally have enough money to eat.