"Hey... let go first. I'll talk while I eat," Old Yang calmly replied, finally showing a hint of resignation on his face. Old Qiao didn't dare to provoke him further and quickly released his hand, waiting for his response.

As Old Yang ate his noodles, he slowly explained, "That girl recently bought some wool materials at an auction in Myanmar. Do you know what the betting rate was?" Without waiting for Old Qiao to respond, he continued, "It was eighty percent! Eighty percent is unheard of in the stone betting world. And the people we followed also said that most of Gaoruisheng's materials were purchased at the Myanmar auction, and that girl exclusively selected them from the medium-sized public lots."

"The materials from the public lots are mixed, with both genuine and fake ones, good and bad. Even Gaoruisheng didn't dare to buy them rashly. But she bought them and they all turned out to be profitable. If this doesn't indicate that she has the ability to see through things, what else could it be?"

"Then it must be confirmed that she is a clairvoyant. Take me to talk to that girl later."

"From my observation, that girl may not be easily persuaded by us," Old Yang said with a furrowed brow, feeling uncertain.

"How could that be? Those guys before, as soon as they heard they could join the national team of supernatural beings, they were as happy as if they had eaten honey."

Old Yang sighed, "I just feel that convincing that girl won't be easy. If you want to meet her, let's meet tomorrow."

Cheng Wei had a sleepless night, waking up in the morning with heavy hair, a runny nose, and itchy eyes as if he had caught a cold. His wife, Fan Danrong, worriedly refused to let him get up, giving him medicine and urging him to rest. But with something on his mind, he couldn't sleep. After hesitating for a while, Cheng Wei finally called Lao Qiao to inquire about the clairvoyant issue. Although Lao Qiao understood his predicament, if the matter wasn't resolved, how could Cheng Wei dare to speak out? Not getting answers from Lao Qiao only made Cheng Wei feel more unsettled.

Cheng Xiang, after completing his mission and returning home to rest, saw his father's worried expression. Upon inquiry, he learned that his father was anxious about the clairvoyant. Despite his exhausted body, he called Huayan to arrange a meeting. In fact, Huayan's number had been given to him by Cheng Qingqing on the night of the banquet, but due to the heavy workload at the police station and some timidity, he hadn't made the call yet.

"Dinner is almost ready, are you still going out?" Huayan came downstairs neatly dressed, and her father asked curiously.

"Dad, I can't eat dinner with you tonight. I'm going out with a friend."

"Is it a boy or a girl?"

"Dad, if you keep asking, I might be late."

"Oh, then go quickly. Being late is never good." This remark was particularly effective for her father, who immediately urged her to leave.

When Cheng Xiang arrived at the agreed tea house, Cheng Qingqing had already arrived. This was quite similar to Cheng Qingqing; when making appointments, she was always the first to arrive. Truly, like mother, like son.

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"Qingqing, how have you been lately?"

"She talks about you every day. Did you take a leave from school?" Cheng Xiang chuckled.

"Yeah, I won't be back at school until after the National Day holiday. If she has time, she can come to my house to find me."

"Okay, I'll make sure to pass on the message. My little sister will be thrilled." Suddenly, Cheng Xiang apologized, "I'm sorry about my mother's incident last time."

"I've received your apology..." Not wanting to dwell on that day's events, Huayan asked, "Did you ask me out today for something specific?"

At this moment, Cheng Xiang didn't know how to broach the subject, especially since it involved someone else's secret. "Huayan, do you know? This year, a large quantity of drugs has flowed into the country. They are notorious international black market syndicates collaborating to use our country for drug trafficking. Those of us wearing military or police uniforms are doing everything we can to stop the flow of drugs. But this time, the drug traffickers have spared no expense, and many of the drugs pass through our borders and customs undetected..."

"This is quite a crisis. If a large amount of drugs enters the country, drug use, trafficking, and crime rates will skyrocket."

"But there is a solution to this problem..."

"Oh? What's the solution? If there really was a way, you wouldn't be so worried with wrinkles on your forehead," Huayan said skeptically.

"Actually, if there were a clairvoyant, we could successfully detect where the drugs are hidden."

"Oh?" At this moment, Huayan seemed to grasp Cheng Xiang's true intention for inviting her out today. Initially, she thought his emotions were in turmoil.

"Huayan... I want to ask, do you have clairvoyant abilities?" Cheng Xiang asked cautiously.

"I'm just an ordinary person," Huayan replied calmly. Even if Cheng Xiang stared into her eyes, he wouldn't see anything. In Huayan's heart, she considered herself an ordinary person, a woman who loved to sleep and eat delicious food.

"I'm sorry, I was too eager to find someone like you."

Although Cheng Xiang felt regretful, he still ordered char siu bao, prawn toast, pig intestines, golden egg scramble, beef marrow, boiled shrimp, and more from the small tea house. Cheng Xiang noticed that Huayan wasn't very good at peeling shrimp shells and looked anxious when she couldn't peel them properly. Her pink lips moving as she ate made his heart flutter, but he couldn't make a fool of himself by going out in sweatpants. With a smile, Cheng Xiang seriously peeled the shrimp and handed her a dozen of them. One peeled while the other ate, and they enjoyed themselves. Other couples at nearby tables envied them, and the girls couldn't help but greet their boyfriends with reproachful glances.

That night, many men in this small tea house took on the role of shrimp peelers. Cheng Xiang ignored those glances and Huayan was focused on eating shrimp and other delicious food, not noticing the attention.

Cheng Xiang felt that if he could peel shrimp for her for the rest of his life, it wouldn't be bad.

When they returned home, they encountered Cheng Cheng and Shangguan Ning coming out of the nearby entertainment city with gloomy faces, as if a storm was about to hit. Cheng Cheng, slightly drunk, was still holding a delicate woman in his arms.

Seeing Huayan with his younger brother, Cheng Cheng angrily approached and pulled Cheng Xiang away from Huayan, saying, "I'm drunk, take me home." He took out his wallet and handed the woman in his arms a few red bills, telling her to scram. Cheng Xiang was in a dilemma, but the silent Shangguan Ning finally spoke up, "Xiao Xiang, take your brother home. Miss Huayan, I'll escort you."

"Okay, I'm sorry today, Huayan. I'll treat you to boiled shrimp next time." Cheng Cheng was too drunk to go home himself, and as soon as he turned around, he went to find the woman. There were already enough troubles on the parental side, and Cheng Cheng couldn't afford to make them unhappy. Shangguan Ning usually acted more like an older brother to Cheng Cheng than Cheng Xiang, so Cheng Xiang was relieved to let him escort Huayan home.

"Okay, let's come to this place next time." Knowing that Cheng Cheng intentionally took Cheng Xiang away, Huayan laughed mischievously and made plans to eat together next time. Cheng Cheng was so angry he almost spat blood.