Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

The urban-rural fringe area outside the Fifth Ring Road of Xiahai City welcomed a luxurious coupe today.

The men squatting at the entrance of the alley basking in the sun narrowed their eyes, took a long drag on their cigarettes, and gossiped in low voices.

The car door opened, and a woman wearing sunglasses got out. Her long hair was slightly curly and spread over her shoulders. She raised her head and looked around the living environment. Because of her appearance, the muttering crowd suddenly closed their mouths and became as quiet as a chicken.

Living in Xiahai City, I have always watched people serve food. This woman is not easy to mess with at first sight. I don’t know where the rich lady came from to experience life.

Soon, as the woman took off her sunglasses, gasps were heard, and someone secretly took out his mobile phone to take pictures.

The Leng Buding woman turned around and looked with cold eyes.

The frightened man dropped his cell phone and dropped it to the ground. "Fuck!!" The man cursed in a low voice.

Song Qiao walked up to an aunt and said, "Hello, where is the forward building?"

Auntie stretched out her hand and pointed, "Over there."

After Song Qiao left, those people immediately gathered together, "Oh my God, this is the first time in my life that I have seen such a beautiful woman."

"I'm afraid it's not a celebrity!"

"Celebrities are not as good-looking as her!! Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

"What are you doing here with such a big show?"

"What can I do, catch the mistress???"

The Qianjin Building is an apartment converted from a private house, and there are a variety of people staying there. Most of them are rented by college students who are unwilling to return to their hometown after Xia Hai graduates. The population density is so high that one room has been converted into three, and basically only one bed can be accommodated.

It was broad daylight and there were not many people. Most people went out to interview and find jobs. Occasionally, people passed by in the corridor and stared at Song Qiao in amazement.

She came to the fifth floor and knocked on one of the doors.

After knocking three times, the door was opened. The impatient man was stunned when he saw Song Qiao.

"What the hell... fairy??"

"Is Dong Qichang here?" Song Qiao asked calmly.

"Xiao Dong! Someone is looking for you!! Big beauty!!"

A chicken coop man slowly walked out from the innermost bedroom. His eyes were sleepy. He woke up after seeing Song Qiao for three seconds.

In an old cafe near the urban-rural fringe, this was the only place Song Qiao could find that was deserted and quiet.

Dong Qichang sat opposite her nervously, moving his butt from time to time.

"Dong Qichang, a computer science student at Xiahai University, just graduated this year. He stayed in Xiahai because he didn't want to work and just wanted to start a business. At the same time, he was worried because he couldn't find investors. That's right." Song Qiao looked directly at Dong Qichang and said softly.

"Yes, who are you? I don't seem to know you." Although Dong Qichang is young, he never believes in pie in the sky, and he even wonders if he has been jumped by an immortal.

"If you are interested in working in our company, we will assign you an independent studio to improve your software." After saying this, before Dong Qichang could refuse, she pushed her business card over.

She was already a minority shareholder of the Song family before her rebirth. The company she founded two years ago was quite large, but no one knew that she was the boss behind the company. Before her death in her previous life, she relied on this company to annex the Song family. Resource integration completed.

"It's Chang'an!" Dong Qichang looked at the business card in disbelief. Chang'an, a company that has been booming in the past two years, has made good progress in the fields of computers and AI.

"Yes, go back and think about it, and then contact me after you think about it." Song Qiao didn't talk nonsense anymore. She just saw Dong Qichang's potential in the future, not that he is indispensable now.

Developing economic power is just a preparation for her to improve her personal strength. If her personal strength is not strong, her economic power will be like a castle in the air.

In Chang'an Company, Song Qiao met an old acquaintance from 'his past'.

Her number one trump card is Guan Mingyue.

"Boss, I haven't seen you much recently. Where have you been to be cool? Have you gone abroad for medical beauty treatment? Why have you become so beautiful!!!" Guan Mingyue is a strong urban woman who looks very delicate and capable. Wearing a white lady's suit with a silk scarf tied around her neck, she leaned against Song Qiao's boss's desk and said teasingly.

"Busy about catching ghosts." Song Qiao replied lazily.

Guan Mingyue rolled her eyes indifferently, "This joke is not funny at all."

Song Qiao handed a USB flash drive to Guan Mingyue, "It contains the bullshit that those shareholders of the Song family did. Once the funds are in place, use this to deal with them."

Guan Mingyue's eyes widened, "Boss, are you serious?"

"I never joke. There should be new colleagues coming over later. Let's take care of the matter of setting up a production studio. I may be a little busy recently and don't have time to come to the company. You can take care of it."

With that said, Song Qiao stood up and prepared to leave. However, Guan Mingyue gently pulled her sleeves, "I am a human being, I will also get tired..."

"Salary increase."

"Goodbye boss."

After leaving Chang'an, Song Qiao was about to go home to see Qiao Yan when a call from Song Feng popped up on his phone.

Song Qiao hung up with an expressionless face. The next second, Zong Yi's number popped up again. Song Qiao clicked his tongue impatiently and hung up again.

After clearing out the haunted place in the early morning, Song Qiao successfully improved his strength. Because she wanted to feed her physical body, and the two were in harmony, her soul was broken and melted into her body, and she had already fallen from the demigod state.

Although her soul power at this time was stronger than that of ordinary people, it was in no way comparable to the one in the Shang Yuxue plane.

Probably the strength of SS level.

The only good news is probably that she can rely on the Ring of Weirdness to improve, and her body is constantly being transformed by the soul.

National Security Center Special Operations Division... Thinking of this department, Song Qiao narrowed her eyes slightly. She had a hunch that she would have many contacts with this department in the future.

On the other side, Ye Ziqing was holding information about Zong Yi with a cold expression.

Cen Hanyan looked at Ye Ziqing helplessly, "I mean, Ye Zi, when did you become interested in these small secular families?"

For those of them who stand at the top of the pyramid, they have not been exposed to the other side of the world. They belong to the general public who have been deceived by the government. No matter how much assets their families have, they are all small and low-income families.

And Song Qiao, who didn't even get the Song family and was just an illegitimate son, was even more like an ant.

No wonder Cen Hanyan couldn't understand Ye Ziqing's behavior.

This was also the reason why Ye Ziqing had not had much contact with Song Qiao for many years. They were not from the same world, and forcing contact would only bring danger to Song Qiao. She couldn't even remember how much blood she had stained on her hands over the years, from humans, demons, and ghosts.

There are too many enemies, and any one of them can easily kill Song Qiao.

Ye Ziqing's silence did not last long, "Reply to Barn, I will go for this operation."

"Yeah, I got it. I hope I can get something big. The sword debate in the South China Sea once every ten years is about to begin. You didn't participate last time because you were in seclusion. Those dogs in Europe are so arrogant!!"

Cen Hanyan scolded the rudeness and arrogance of the foreign people behind him. Ye Ziqing's eyes were lonely, looking into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.