In the villa, Zhang Youwei was sitting in front of his computer in the study with a face full of excitement.
However, he didn't do anything. He just tapped on the desk with his fingers in an extremely irregular manner.
After some time, a familiar voice finally came from downstairs, "Old Zhang, why did you call me here so late at night? Are you not letting me sleep?"
It sounded as if he was complaining, but from the tone of his voice, one could tell that this person actually did not blame Zhang Youwei. In fact, he even seemed a little happy.
One could vaguely hear the nanny of Zhang Youwei's house greeting that person. With one look, one could tell that they were extremely close.
Very soon, this person came to the second floor and directly pushed open Zhang Youwei's study. He did not even knock on the door.
Zhang Youwei turned the chair under his butt, stood up, and looked at the person who came with a smug face, "Look who is here! Come and sit down, Old Xu."
After saying that, he quickly pulled Old Xu over and pushed him down on his seat.
Old Xu looked at the excited Zhang Youwei and sized him up from head to toe. He teased, "You said that you have something good to show me. You bastard, acting all mysterious and refused to tell me over the phone. What exactly is it? Don't tell me that you have a national treasure at home?"
Zhang Youwei waved his hand with a disdainful look and said arrogantly, "No, what is a national treasure?"
Then, he was stunned for a moment. He touched his chin and thought carefully before finally saying, "Well, on second thought, this might just be a national treasure."
Hearing this, Old Xu's eyes immediately lit up.
This Old Xu's name was Xu Pingqiu, and he was a bona fide "antique collector". To put it bluntly, he was an antique dealer.
In his early years, he even had a jade business in Myanmar. At that time, Myanmar was extremely chaotic, and the security was very poor. From the fact that he could earn money in that condition and become rich, you could tell that Xu Pingqiu was not a simple person.
To him, those historical works of art were just money!
Now, Zhang Youwei said that he had something good to show him, and it was a national treasure. How could he not be excited?
"Old Zhang, if there really is such a good thing, you must not let outsiders have it. Give it to me. I'll pay any amount of money!" As Xu Pingqiu said this, he was already thinking about how much he should pay Zhang Youwei.
However, Zhang Youwei glared at Xu Pingqiu with dissatisfaction, "You bastard, why are you still thinking about money when you're here with me? I called you here to show you something good, not to do business."
Xu Pingqiu opened his mouth and was stunned for a moment. His relationship with Zhang Youwei was indeed very close. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was like a brother to him.
However, he initially thought that Zhang Youwei had called him here this time because of business. He did not expect that he was really called here to see something.
Xu Pingqiu smiled awkwardly and said, "Look, I've been in this line of work for so many years. Haven't you gotten used to it? Occupational habit, haha."
Zhang Youwei rolled his eyes at him and changed the topic, "Old Xu, let me ask you something. Do you believe in immortal cultivation?"
Xu Pingqiu was stunned just now because he realized that he had misunderstood. Now, he was stunned again.
This time, he really hoped that he had misunderstood.
"What do you mean by immortal cultivation?" Xu Pingqiu asked cautiously.
"It means immortal cultivation. Those novels talk about immortal cultivation, the kind of immortal cultivation where you can fly on a sword or something!" Zhang Youwei was a little excited when he said this.
Meanwhile, Xu Pingqiu slowly stood up from his seat and looked at Zhang Youwei with a serious face, "Old Zhang, please forgive me for being harsh. You're already in your forties. You've been in the business world for so many years. What kind of world haven't you seen? Tell me, honestly, have you joined some cult? If I could give you some advice, it's still not too late to turn back now!"
Hearing this, Zhang Youwei was also dumbfounded.
Cult organization? What the hell?
He immediately pushed Xu Pingqiu back to his seat and patted his shoulder, "Brother, you've misunderstood! I didn't join any cult. I'm really practicing immortal cultivation!"
This time, Xu Pingqiu was certain. Zhang Youwei had definitely joined a cult.
He had already been brainwashed!
Xu Pingqiu was already thinking about how to call the police to save his good friend.
One had to know that in Asia, it was illegal to establish a religious organization without permission!
However, Zhang Youwei's next sentence attracted Xu Pingqiu's attention, "You should know that I've had the "three highs" for many years, right?"
The so-called "three highs" referred to high blood sugar, high blood pressure, and high cholesterol. Many middle-aged people who lived unhealthy lives had these hidden physical problems, and even some young people too.
Xu Pingqiu was naturally one of them.
He sized Zhang Youwei up and down. He didn't notice when he came here before, but now it seemed that Zhang Youwei's complexion was indeed much better than usual.
It could even be said that he was glowing!
Although Xu Pingqiu saw this, he still didn't believe in immortal cultivation or anything like that. He still firmly believed that Zhang Youwei had definitely entered some cult and was brainwashed.
Perhaps this cult had given Zhang Youwei some medicine to control the three highs.
Although Xu Pingqiu didn't believe in immortal cultivation and cults, he was very interested in this medicine.
Perhaps this medicine really was very useful?
Therefore, he smiled slightly and looked at the proud Zhang Youwei, "Just say it. Did that immortal cultivation cult sell you some medicine?"
When Zhang Youwei heard this, he immediately put his hands behind his back and acted like an unworldly being. He shook his head and said, "Sigh, Old Xu, you are really too ignorant. Have you ever seen an immortal cultivator take medicine? If I took medicine, how could it be immortal cultivation? Let me tell you. My three highs were cured by cultivation!"
Seeing Zhang Youwei say that he didn't take medicine, Xu Pingqiu's expression immediately became suspicious. Could he control the three highs without taking medicine?
Could it be that this cult was really that powerful?
Although he still didn't believe in immortal cultivation, he was very curious about how this cult helped Zhang Youwei.
He decided to take a look first.
Then, he saw Zhang Youwei mysteriously take out a blue book from under his pillow.
[The Basics of Spiritual Energy Cultivation]
"Brother, look, I cultivated according to the contents of this book. I've only practiced for two days, and my three highs have completely stabilized! And..."
Zhang Youwei hesitated for a moment. He thought if he should tell Xu Pingqiu about the cancer.
Seeing Xu Pingqiu looking at [The Basics of Spiritual Energy Circulation] with disdain and disbelief, Zhang Youwei finally made up his mind and opened the desk drawer.
He took out the diagnosis book from the drawer and slammed it on the desk.
"I haven't told my family about this until now. You are the second... Oh, wait, the third... Oh, no... You are the fourth one who knows!"
He wanted to say the second one, but later, he realized that the bookstore owner also seemed to know about this.
Moreover, he had his own attending physician, Dr. Zhou.
Of course, this was not important.
When Xu Pingqiu saw the words on the diagnosis book, his eyes widened, and he stood up from his seat.
"Old Zhang, you have cancer?!"
Then, there was a cracking sound coming from downstairs. It sounded like the sound of dishes being smashed.
Zhang Youwei looked in the direction of the sound and smiled bitterly helplessly, "Alright, now there's a fifth person who knows."
Xu Pingqiu was too surprised when he saw the diagnosis of liver cancer and couldn't control his voice. Zhang Youwei's nanny downstairs might have heard about it. But this didn't matter to Zhang Youwei anymore.
Previously, he hid it from everyone because he didn't want his family to worry about his illness.
However, now that he had become an immortal cultivator, why would he worry about cancer? It could be cured in a minute!
As long as it could be cured, there was no need to be afraid of his family members finding out.
Zhang Youwei calmly pointed at [The Basics of Spiritual Energy Circulation] in his hand and said with a faint smile, "My cancer can be cured."