Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

The fairy palace above the clouds.

In the early hours of the morning, the lights were still brightly lit.

There was an endless stream of vehicles coming and going, and there were several waiters standing at the door to help with parking.

After the guests got out of the car, someone helped drive the car into the parking lot.

"Sister Wanwan, if Fifth Master is free, you must let us know..." A few middle-aged people with red faces walked out of the gate. One of them, a bald man, looked drunk and said. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to the side.

The woman following him had slightly curly long hair and charming eyebrows. Her decent cheongsam accentuated her graceful figure. Wearing high heels, she was half a head taller than the bald man.

Wanwan calmly took a step back, avoiding the hand that wanted to put on her shoulder, with a flash of disgust in her eyes.

"Bosses, please go slowly. I will tell you when I see the Fifth Master."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, which in contrast made the bald man's eyes look even more intense when he was pretending to be drunk.

Although the bald man stared at Wanwan's slender waist itchingly, he did not dare to do anything out of the ordinary except for the small gesture of reaching out when he was pretending to be drunk.

Wanwan had just turned around and taken two steps when she heard a harsh sound of brakes coming from behind.

She was slightly startled, and then she realized that the sound coming from such a close distance must be someone driving the car to the front door.

The bald men were so drunk that they were illuminated by the car lights. They were about to curse, but when they heard the sound of high heels hitting the ground quickly, they suddenly looked like they were watching a good show.

Without Fifth Master's instructions, who would dare to block the car at the main entrance of Yunshang Immortal Palace?

Besides, no one came out to greet him at the door. Obviously the Fifth Master didn't know about it. The bald man and others knew that whether the person came intentionally or not, he would be in bad luck.

Wanwan turned her head and was blinded by the car lights. When she finally saw the license plate number clearly, she no longer had the same demeanor as before, and ran straight over in high heels.

Ah Cheng frowned and pushed open the car door. He had just received a message from Yan Chuan, asking him to deal with the matter at hand as soon as possible.

If the problem is difficult, you can report it yourself.

Yan Chuan is not afraid of Ah Cheng randomly using the Yan family's name to do things. He knows the other person's character very well.

What's more, there may be many things that the Yan family can't solve, but it's obvious that Ah Cheng has encountered that level of trouble.

Wanwan looked at the young man who opened the car door and walked out. His iconic cropped haircut and military green T-shirt told her that she had not misremembered the license plate number.

When the short-haired young man glanced over, her calves were trembling slightly.

"Cheng...Cheng brother." Wanwan called her with a low eyebrow, not daring to say anything more.

"Who are you?" Acheng glanced at this woman with a powerful figure in confusion. He didn't recognize her at all.

"I am the fifth master's subordinate, and I am temporarily in charge of the finances here." Wanwan was not dissatisfied because she was ignored, but instead quickly introduced herself.

"Fifth Master?" Ah Cheng snorted contemptuously, "When did Zhao Laowu become a Master?"

Wanwan froze and did not dare to answer.

"Are they there?" Ah Cheng didn't dwell too much on this question and asked as he walked inside.

His pace was so fast that Wanwan almost had to jog to keep up.

"Fifth Master, he..." Wanwan hesitated for a moment, then found that Acheng's footsteps suddenly stopped, and she bumped into him directly.

"Don't lie, I'm not here to cause trouble. I have something to ask him." Ah Cheng turned his head to look at Wanwan fiercely and said without any sympathy.

"Brother Cheng, I will notify Fifth Master to come over right now..." Wanwan's face turned pale for a while, and she didn't mean to hide it.

"No need to inform. The second master asked me to finish my work and go back early." Ah Cheng finished the steps in two steps and walked into the luxurious hall. As he walked, he asked, "Which floor is he on?"

"Sixth floor." Wanwan didn't even have time to secretly send a message, and she had already followed Ah Cheng into the elevator.

The bald man and others outside the door looked dumbfounded as if they had been subjected to a body-holding technique, looking at Wanwan, who had a reserved face just now, laughing along the way.

Several people looked at each other, and after being stunned for a while, they left here talking in low voices.

The elevator stopped at the sixth floor. As soon as Ah Cheng walked out, he was blocked by a hand. The person who blocked him had a scar on his face. When the other person was about to speak, Wanwan rushed out and pressed down his arm.

"Scar, don't you have eyes?" Wanwan glared at the scar-faced man and shouted loudly on purpose, "Shine your dog eyes for me, this is Brother Cheng!"

"Call someone!" Wanwan kicked the scar-faced man and winked.

The scar-faced man shouted angrily: "Brother Cheng!"

Ah Cheng waved his hand and ignored Wanwan's little movement.

Counting back from the elevator entrance, the people in the fifth room seemed to have heard the noise outside and had opened the door.

The man who walked out of the room was about 50 years old, with mixed black and white hair tied into a ponytail on the back of his head. He wore a wide-sleeved silk shirt with cursive script printed on it, which made him look artistic.

When he saw the person coming at the elevator entrance, although he had already heard the name Wanwan deliberately shouted, his pupils still shrank unnoticeably.

"A Cheng." Mr. Zhao Wu put on a warm smile on his face, raised his hand and walked towards Acheng, "When you come to my brother's place, why don't you say hello in advance so that I can arrange the people?" I’ll catch the wind for you.”

"The people under my command are short-sighted and have never seen the world. You must not be as knowledgeable as them."

"But this old man is still asking you to run around outside. Could it be that... Mr. Yan has something to give you?"

Zhao Wuye took advantage of the conversation to secretly look at Ah Cheng's expression, but he didn't see the reason.

He turned his gaze to Wanwan, with a bit of inquiry in his eyes.

Wanwan's eyes flickered, and she shook her head slightly towards Mr. Zhao, indicating that she didn't understand what was going on.

"Mr. Zhao..." Ah Cheng stretched out his hand to shake his hand briefly, and said directly, "Fifth Master, please stop guessing. Second Master is not free enough yet."

"The main reason is that I have something to ask you about."

Zhao Wuye also heard the other party's subtext, which meant that he was not qualified to be ordered.

Instead of feeling embarrassed, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was so frightened just now that he thought he had accidentally crossed the line in some way and hit the Yan family's gun.

"No, no, no, no, please call me Fifth Brother, or Lao Wu, whatever you call me. Fifth Master is just a joke of my subordinates. I have to remind them later to stop making noises every day."

However, Ah Cheng's "Fifth Master" still made Zhao Wuye panic. He didn't dare to recognize the title in front of the word "Second Master".

"Wan'er, Xiao Scar." Zhao Wuye waved his hands to the two of them, "There are many guests tonight. You go down and see if there is anything we need help with."

Wanwan and the scar-faced man turned around and entered the elevator.

"Acheng, if you have any questions, I'll ask you later. Brother, I've also encountered some problems."

"There are a few young girls who are always thinking about entering some entertainment industry and asked me to see their standards. As an old person, how can I know what talents are good and what acting is good?"

"Since you are here today, you can help me appraise and identify which ones are of good quality and which ones are of poor quality."

Zhao Wuye patted Ah Cheng on the back and smiled meaningfully.

"No need." Ah Cheng pushed his hand away and stared into the old fox's eyes, "Zhao Laowu, I heard that there is someone selling drugs here?"

Zhao Laowu's hand was hanging in the air, looking at Ah Cheng's hungry wolf-like eyes, his heart thumped, he swallowed involuntarily, but he couldn't laugh anymore.