Chapter 552: Storms Gather

"Sure enough, they are still suspicious."

Chen Ling stood on the second floor of Jinghong Building, with his hands on the handrail, looking at the casino and the dance hall on the same street. Although the two stores looked the same as usual to ordinary people, Chen Ling, who was a caring person, could still see the difference.

Overnight, there were a few more homeless people, rickshaws, and passers-by who cursed around the Great World Dance Hall. Although there were many people who came to the store to consume, most of them should be plainclothes police officers... Li Ruohong had no experience in this area, and he probably couldn't see anything unusual, and didn't know that his own dance hall had been labeled as a "suspected base of the Twilight Society".

Chen Ling was even sure that the people from [Fushenghui] had already begun to monitor the dance hall, which meant that he could no longer enter the dance hall as he did yesterday, nor could he presumptuously direct a big show under the eyes of others.

But this was not a problem for Chen Ling. He didn't want to use the same method a second time. Even if he didn't enter the dance hall, he still had the means to continue to "package" the dance hall.

"Frequent accidents and continuous exaggerated performances will only make the people of [Fushenghui] suspicious and counterproductive... It's better to let things take their own course these days."

"Yesterday I left a few small Easter eggs in the dance hall. At this stage, letting them explore on their own may be more effective than my active intervention."

"What's more, there are two spies from the Wuji Realm in the dance hall. I don't need to intervene too much to achieve a good program effect..."

Chen Ling quickly sorted out the current situation and formulated the subsequent "script" direction. Just as he was about to go downstairs, he saw several plainclothes officers guarding the entrance of the casino communicating with each other, and then someone glanced in the direction of Jinghong Building, seeming to be very confused.

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Did you notice this theater building... It's normal. After all, there have been conflicts with the dance hall recently, and everyone will pay attention to it."

"But my origins cannot be reasonably explained for the time being. If they really investigate me, the situation will not be good..."

Chen Ling turned and went downstairs while thinking.

As soon as Chen Ling arrived at the first floor, she saw Kong Baosheng trotting in with a stack of things. The two "door gods" at the door were still staring at him fiercely, but now Kong Baosheng seemed to have gotten used to it and ignored them.

"Mr. Lin, I bought all the newspapers you wanted."

"Okay, put them down."

Chen Ling sat back in the rocking chair, holding a stack of newspapers in his hand, eating the fruit cut by Kong Baosheng, and reading them one by one.

These are the newspapers of the Red Dust Main City for the past six months, which is just in time with the last time Chen Ling came. And with the lesson learned from the last time, this time Chen Ling only asked Kong Baosheng to buy non-entertainment newspapers to filter out most of the invalid information.

Seeing this, Kong Baosheng did not come forward to disturb him, but took out the ingredients he bought on the way from his bag and went into the kitchen to start cooking.

The sound of the kitchen knife colliding on the chopping board, mixed with the sound of newspaper pages turning from time to time, fermented in the warm sunshine, and the whole theater was shrouded in a leisurely and slow rhythm.

"Hello, can I watch opera here?" A passerby asked cautiously as he passed by the theater.

"Fuck you! Get lost!"

The two door gods glared at the passerby, and he fled in panic.

This was the second customer they scared away today. Although not many people watch opera in this era, there are still some. Even if the newly opened Jinghong Building is low-key, with the traffic on this street, there will still be people asking occasionally.

After scaring away another customer, the young man holding the bat was not in a good mood. He looked back at the theater, which had been peaceful for years. For some reason, he felt like he had become a housekeeper...

"No, we are ruining his business so much, is he really not angry at all?" He asked puzzled.

"I don't know. His emotions are too stable. He was smiling at us just now."

"He was pretending... He must be pretending!"

"I think so too. In fact, he is very angry inside, but he just doesn't show it... After all, he is still a softie who pretends to be angry."

The two whispered to each other, glancing at Chen Ling in the room from time to time. It is unknown whether they were really mocking Chen Ling or trying to find psychological comfort for themselves.

Chen Ling casually put a newspaper back on the table, picked up the latest newspaper, and saw the title on it, and his eyebrows suddenly raised.

"Beidou Financial Group Chairman Mu Chunsheng held a birthday party... The two spies at that time seemed to have mentioned it."

Chen Ling looked at the main text. The scale of this birthday party seemed to be very large. Not only a large number of stars, actresses, and famous actors from the main city of Hongchen were invited, but also a large number of well-known figures in the political and business circles, most of whose names were familiar to Chen Ling.

"Su Xiaohong, Chairman of the Whale Shark Group, Pang Shan, Chairman of the Paradise Group, Lu Yuanzheng, Chairman of the Dinglu Group, Huang Suyue, Chairman of the Huang Group... Hmm?"

Seeing the last name, Chen Ling was stunned.

This Huang Suyue left a deep impression on Chen Ling. When he first entered the Red Dust Main City, he cheated her out of 500,000 yuan. The then lonely daughter of the Huang Group had transformed herself into the chairman of one of the new five major groups half a year later.

Chen Ling carefully flipped through the relevant newspapers and discovered that on the day he left the main city of Hongchen half a year ago, Zong Wen, the chairman of the Huadu Consortium, was skinned and killed. The already shaky Huadu Consortium collapsed completely, and Huang The Huadu Consortium reacted the fastest and annexed the Huadu Consortium's industries and heritage at all costs. In just six months, it developed into an upstart in the main city of the world of mortals.

It seemed that the reminder he left for her before leaving had worked.

"But... who killed Zong Wen?" Chen Ling thought thoughtfully.

The person who could kill Zong Wen with such cruel means must be an enemy with deep hatred as deep as the sea? But how did the other party break through the security measures of the Huadu Consortium, come to Zong Wen quietly, and carry out such a long murder process?

Chen Ling thought for a long time and put the newspaper aside for the time being, focusing on returning to the news about Mu Chunsheng's birthday party.

"If nothing else happens, Li Ruohong will definitely go to this birthday banquet, and will secretly take the two spies with him... On the surface, the birthday banquet is lively and joyful, but behind the scenes it involves a conspiracy showdown between two realms. The water here is really deep..."

"But that's fine, the deeper the water is, the more suitable it is for me to fish in troubled waters... If everything goes well, it will not only solve the casino's dilemma, but also deal with the two spies from the Wuji Realm, and at the same time allow me to gain a foothold in the main city of the world of mortals."

"But, what role should I play in this birthday party..."

Chen Ling rubbed her chin with one hand and fell into deep thought.