Mysterious Revival

Just as expected.

If Zhang Wei ever started a company, he'd surely be destitute, but who can argue with fate? With a billionaire father, no amount of folly can shake his identity as a second-generation rich kid.

"Zhang Wei, what are you up to?" Yang Jian greeted him at that moment and walked over.

It seemed like a long time since they had last hung out.

Zhang Wei turned immediately, his previously angry face suddenly beaming with a smile, "Damn, Brother Tui, you went to the countryside for New Year's and didn't take me with you? Left me toiling away in the office, busy as hell and dead tired. Wang Shanshan's old man went on holiday too, and if not for me holding the fort, this company would have nearly gone under."

He boasted shamelessly, acting as if the company's growth depended solely on him.

"Why would you go to the countryside with me? There's nothing fun there. Besides, there was a bit of trouble, some people died," Yang Jian said calmly.

"No way, people died again? Brother Tui, you're really something, wherever you go, people drop dead," Zhang Wei immediately associated it with something bad.

Yang Jian shook his head slightly, "Maybe I'm just unlucky, always have been short on luck."

"That's right, you've never guessed a test answer correctly before. I could mess up and still pass; it's a fundamental gap that can't be bridged. That's why we complement each other well. You know, aside from being a bit handsomer, I don't really have other strong points."

"And you also easily attract jealousy and get beaten up, as you just experienced."

Zhang Wei sighed and pointed to the employee who had fainted at his feet.

"I treated him so well, and he wanted to hit me. It must be because he's jealous that I'm better looking. He's had it out for me for a long time. That's why when guys go out, they have to protect themselves. See, I now even bring bodyguards when I go out."

Yang Jian looked at him with an odd expression.

You got beat up because you're too arrogant.

As for the bodyguard, that's because you've been kidnapped by Sun Ren before; it has nothing to do with how handsome you are.

"But having a bodyguard isn't all that safe. I feel more secure with you around, Brother Tui, because you never lost a fight," Zhang Wei remarked wistfully.

"Right, Brother Tui, have you eaten yet? There's a new kebab shop opened down below; the taste is really good. The chef was brought in from out of town. Shall we grab some skewers?"

Yang Jian asked, "Weren't you in a meeting?"

"What meeting? These employees are lazy and stupid; I'm bound to fire them all sooner or later. Look at this year's performance; it's just unbearable. Who knows which blind fool hired this lot?" Zhang Wei cursed.

He was blissfully unaware that he was the head of recruitment and that most of the staff had gone through his screening.

"Forget it, it's not like I was counting on this company to make money anyway, don't get so angry," Yang Jian said.

Zhang Wei nodded, "You're right. Thankfully, we've got deep pockets and can rely on ourselves, not employees. Starting from scratch. We'd surely starve if we depended on them."

"..." Yang Jian felt he didn't need to comfort him at all.

He didn't have a shred of self-blame or guilt, exuding bizarre confidence.

"Enough about that, let's go grab something to eat," Zhang Wei said, draping an arm around Yang Jian's shoulder with a laugh.

Before they left, he added, "Hey, someone clean up the trash at the entrance. If I see trash piled up like this next time I check, without it being cleared, I'll dock your wages."

"By the way, what brought you to this floor?" Yang Jian asked.

"Inspecting cleanliness, what else? Do you think I came just to hold a meeting? As if I'm that bored," Zhang Wei replied.

"..." Yang Jian was by now at a loss for words.

Indeed, downstairs in the tower, shops were open for business, with a kebab shop clearly doing poorly. A sane person would never set up shop here, as the income couldn't possibly justify the rent. The fact that this business was open at all was surely thanks to Zhang Wei's special treatment.

No doubt the rent was waived and the owner even got a salary.

"Right, almost forgot to tell you something," Zhang Wei suddenly exclaimed while they were ordering.

Yang Jian asked, "What's up? Is it important?"

"Not all that important, just that the company is planning a get-together. Well, it can't be called a year-end party now, just a gathering. My old man is organizing it. He specifically asked for you to be there. If you don't show, it wouldn't be much of a gathering. Heard they even invited some celebrities to spice things up, though I'm not sure about the details. Your secretary should know," said Zhang Wei after a moment's thought.

Yang Jian pondered. He vaguely remembered Zhang Xiangu mentioning such an event, a gathering inviting business tycoons and social elites to draw investments and expand the company's influence.

"Alright, I'll ask Zhang Liqin about it. If it's happening, I'll attend tomorrow," he said.

He couldn't continue being reckless; he needed to take care of his ventures.

He had to plan for the future, after all.

"That's great, since the gathering's nothing special anyway. I've been to so many, just huddling in a corner eating by myself. When someone invites me to dance, it pisses me off. I curse them out, knowing damn well I can't dance. They're just looking to see me embarrassed. Going off on them was putting it lightly. But it'll be much better with you there. We can stick to our corner, not lonely at all," Zhang Wei said, recalling some unhappy memories.

"Okay, okay, you're way better than I imagined. No need to show off anymore," Yang Jian interrupted him.

Zhang Wei continued, "Speaking of which, have you found that bastard Sun Ren yet? If it weren't for my dad stopping me from leaving Dachang City, I would seriously take my Gold guns out and blow his head off, one shot above, one below."

"Brother Tui really had rotten luck, he went through all the trouble to save his own life, only to end up saving an ungrateful mutt, sigh, looking back now, it would have been so much better if Su Lei hadn't fallen to her death. Our class beauty, gone just like that, and Zhao Lei died such a pitiable death too. It was hard enough making it out alive, and then just like that, he was gone."

He cursed, but he was still filled with regret as he reminisced about his former classmates.

After all, it's only been half a year since the incident, not a long time.

"By the way, how's Miao Xiaoshan doing now? Didn't you see her last time you were on a business trip?" Zhang Wei asked again.

"She's doing well, attending university and has made a few good roommates," Yang Jian said.

Zhang Wei nodded, "That's good to hear. Last time I went to see Wang Shanshan, she was so indifferent to me, just ignoring my questions. And I have no idea what happened to Liu Qi, who we weren't very familiar with. After last time, he left Dachang City and vanished without a trace, no contact number, nothing."

"Forget about him," Yang Jian shook his head slightly.

Of the seven classmates who made it out of the school alive, hardly any had a good outcome.

Talking with Zhang Wei was indeed relaxing, it kept one from thinking too much about dreadful things, and it made Yang Jian temporarily forget the fact that he was a ghost charmer.

They drank their beverages, ate their skewers.

It felt as though they had returned to that time half a year ago during their school days, but now things had changed beyond recognition.

Yang Jian had experienced too much, his emotions were fading, and Zhang Wei had started wearing suits and ties, learning how to manage a company. Though he was floundering, he was young; floundering for a decade wouldn't be a problem, and one day he would be capable of taking over Zhang Xiangu's ten-billion-dollar estate.

In a few years, once Miao Xiaoshan graduates, perhaps she too will come to Dachang City to reunite.

It seemed like the future path was visible.

But... can everyone live to see that time?

The resurgence of malicious spirits had reached a point where it could no longer be suppressed or hidden. The moment the balance of the situation was disrupted, the paper-wrapped fire would immediately start to burn.

And could Dachang City truly be free of supernatural events in the future?

Yang Jian had no confidence.

All he could do was his best while he was alive. If he were to die one day, he could only hope that those who followed would try hard.

Without realizing it, Yang Jian had also taken on the responsibility of a city.

Probably after about an hour of eating.

A message arrived on Yang Jian's cellphone.

It was sent by Wang Shanshan: "Ghost Child just ran out."

Hmm?

Yang Jian furrowed his brows immediately upon receiving the message.

The Ghost Child ran out?

Although the message was short, it contained much hidden information.

Because the Ghost Child was taking his place in protecting the safety of the Guanjiang Residential Complex, if it ran out, there was only one possible problem: another ghost charmer was approaching the complex, prompting Ghost Child to sense it beforehand.

"Zhang Wei, I've had my fill, I need to head to the office for a bit to deal with some things. We'll continue tomorrow at the gathering," Yang Jian said.

"No problem, the food was good here, I'll invite the boss to join us tomorrow," Zhang Wei said.

Yang Jian nodded and left, heading back to his office.

His office was on the top floor of Shangtong Tower, where he could overlook the entire city, and given its location in the city center, he could observe many places.

"President Yang." The office wasn't empty; a woman dressed in professional attire, mature with an alluring figure, greeted him softly.

Seeing Yang Jian enter, her face lit up with joy, and her eyes lingered on him.

"Zhang Liqin, you didn't go home for the New Year?" Yang Jian asked.

Zhang Liqin smoothed her hair by her ear and smiled, "President Yang forgot, my relatives have all moved to the residential complex. I spent the New Year here, where else could I go? With the company being so quiet, I thought it would be better to come in and work."

She liked being here.

Because she always felt that Yang Jian would return to work at the office.

"Is Jiang Yan okay now? Is she still mad at me?" Zhang Liqin immediately asked, somewhat embarrassed.

"No, how could she be mad at you? Take a rest over there, pour me a cup of water, I have some things to deal with," Yang Jian said.

Zhang Liqin nodded, responded quietly, poured him a cup of water, and then sat politely on the office sofa, staying silent.

"I want to see why the Ghost Child would run out," Yang Jian stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling glass window, his gaze turning towards the direction of the Guanjiang Residential Complex.

His Ghost Eye opened.

Not suppressing other ghosts allowed his body to be in surprisingly good condition.