Blind Spot-Chapter 68 - Alliance Hierarch 066 Xinshu - Part Two (Thank you

Chapter 68: Alliance Hierarch 066 Xinshu – Part Two (Thank you, Qingning)

Chapter 68: Alliance Hierarch 066 Xinshu – Part Two (Thank you, Qingning)

“Don’t panic, as long as there’s no evidence, we’re definitely in the clear!” Another teenager tried to remain calm as he spoke.

“It’s all your fault. I was just playing around, and you had to join in. As a result, you woke her up, and I never wanted to kill anyone!!” The earring-clad teenager hissed in a panicked tone.

“Do you want to get caught for murder by being so loud!?” The other teenager slapped his companion across the face.

“I didn’t want this either. So many times nothing went wrong, so why did it have to happen this time? It’s your fault for not using enough of the drug!”

“So, what do we do now?” The earring-clad teenager, having been slapped, calmed down a bit.

“Zheng Qingxuan doesn’t have any backing. I’ll go to my dad right away, ask for his help to manage the aftermath… at most we’ll compensate with some money,” the slapping teenager whispered.

“Really? It’ll be okay?” The earring-clad teenager seemed to be steadied by the other’s calmness, beginning to hesitate.

“It’ll definitely be fine. Just set it up properly, make it look like an accidental death on her part, unrelated to us, and then rush the cremation to avoid an autopsy. My dad has done this kind of thing before! No problem!” the slapping teenager said with confidence.

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4:17 p.m., Palace Garden Florist.

This is Suiyang’s largest chain florist’s flagship store, specializing in providing flowers for various business receptions and store openings.

The entire store is shaped like a beautiful white villa, with its surface draped with all sorts of climbing flowers.

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Purple, pink, red, white, flowers of all sizes and varieties twinkled like stars, enveloping the entrance to the villa.

Every guest who entered could smell the rich mixed fragrance of flowers, as well as the fresh negative ions.

After entering, one is welcomed by a dimly lit warm light.

Under the lighting, a spacious and cozy living room comes into view.

Li Chengyi, now in formal attire, walked through the entrance and was immediately approached by a staff member.

“Sir, are you here to browse or do you have an appointment?”

The staff member wore a goose yellow dress and amber floral earrings; she was sweet-faced, with waist-length hair, and exuded a delicate floral scent upon approach.

“I have an appointment,” Li Chengyi said gravely.

He looked around Suiyang’s largest flower shop. The botanical garden he was here to discuss was being sold by Palace Garden Florist, hence the agreed meeting place was this flagship store.

It was his first time here, and he hadn’t expected the place to be so uniquely decorated.

A villa on the outside, but inside it was such a scene.

“Alright, may I know the name of the manager you’re scheduled to meet with?” continued the staff member.

“Xu Zhongsheng,” Li Chengyi replied.

“President Xu, is it? Please come this way, Mr. Li.”

The staff member led Li Chengyi through the softly lit hall, stepping through a circular doorway.

Suddenly, the view opened up.

Beyond the doorway lay a pond full of lotus leaves.

The pond was connected to a winding, clear stream, with a grey stone bridge rising slightly in the distance, and buildings and courtyards barely visible among the sea of flowers and trees.

“This villa, it’s just a doorway, huh?” Li Chengyi stopped in his tracks, somewhat overwhelmed.

This was in the city area of Suiyang, and to occupy such a large space to build a garden in the style of ancient Yi Country, not to mention the wealth it represented, was quite astonishing.

“This place was originally President Xu’s family home. After he inherited it, he founded the business and made this the flagship store—after all, we’re not in ancient times anymore; a large mansion can’t house so many servants and maids. Our company’s staff moved in, adding some liveliness,” explained the staff member.

“That makes sense,” Li Chengyi responded as he followed her around the pond’s edge and quickly arrived at a white wall.

At the base of the wall, where leaves covered the ground, sat a bare Golden Osmanthus tree with a set of stone tables and chairs beneath it.

A tall, thin man in a dark green robe with a blue jade belt edged in silver sat quietly at the stone table, deep in thought.

It was only upon closer approach that Li Chengyi saw a semi-transparent Go board floating above the table, with black and white pieces in a pattern suggesting the game was nearing its end.

When the man heard footsteps, he turned slightly, saw Li Chengyi, and a smile spread across his face as he stood up.

“You’re punctual, Brother Li, just a few seconds short of the agreed time.”

This was Xu Zhongsheng, who intended to sell the botanical garden.

He had founded the entire chain of florists, and according to the details Li Chengyi had found online, the florist was just one of his many businesses. His wealth was far greater than Li Chengyi had imagined.

“President Xu flatters me. I don’t like others wasting my time, so naturally, I wouldn’t waste anyone else’s,” Li Chengyi replied earnestly.

In the past, facing a man of a similar age but far greater status and power would have made him feel pressured and uncertain of the best way to interact.

But now, with the infinite potential brought by Evil Flower, he felt confident.

Perhaps it was the strong presence Li Chengyi projected when he spoke, without any of the caution or fear of offending someone that others showed.

Xu Zhongsheng narrowed his eyes and gave Li Chengyi another quick look.

“Young and promising with plenty of courage, Brother Li. But taking over the botanical garden and running it without loss is no easy task. Are you really prepared?”

President Xu needn’t worry about it. I’m all set,” Li Chengyi had no intention of really running the botanical garden. His goal was to cultivate his own plot of land, to grow the flowers he wanted. Whether the business of selling flowers made money or not didn’t matter to him.