Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 453 - 309, New House and New Home

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”Do you ever feel that our boss is just too mysterious,” Zhang Tianzhen sat next to the dining table, adding vegetables to his bowl as he spoke, ”That’s legitimate cultivation methods he’s got. Just says he’ll get them and he does. When we first became Time Travelers, we marveled at how awesome He Xiaoxiao was, getting so many guides so quickly. But now, I think even He Xiaoxiao can’t compare to our boss.”

Hu Xiaoniu glanced at him, ”Quit guessing about the boss. It’s good that he’s willing to teach you the cultivation methods. Don’t think too much about the rest.”

”I’m not overthinking,” Zhang Tianzhen said, bubbling with enthusiasm, ”I’m just reflecting on how right we were to join him early on. Wang Yun, Bai Waner, they all said to wait and see a bit longer before coming to Los Angeles City. It was you who was so determined to transfer. If we weren’t among the first ones here, we wouldn’t have this good fortune.”

”I don’t see it that way,” Hu Xiaoniu shook his head, ”Coming here early was certainly good, but what ultimately moved the boss must have been our attitude. Look at those spoiled rich kids who came around the same time. Have any of them caught the boss’s favor? So, we still need to work hard.”

”What do you think is the relationship between Qing Chen and the boss?” Zhang Tianzhen asked curiously, ”Why does the boss trust him so much that he just handed over legitimate cultivation methods? And this time in Xian City, Qing Chen was the only one by the boss’s side, even Liu Dezhu just stood at the exit for a bit.”

Hu Xiaoniu tapped the table with his chopsticks, ”Hey, I said don’t speculate without cause. When it’s time for us to know, the boss will naturally tell us.”

”Alright,” Zhang Tianzhen muttered, ”I’m not speculating about the boss out of nowhere, just pure curiosity. But I must say, Qing Chen is much more impressive than I thought. Honestly, I admire him.”

Indeed, as Li Dongze said, the two of them were a perfect pair— one straightforward and the other quirky, complementing each other well.

Zhang Tianzhen was shrewd, thick-skinned, and cunning, while Hu Xiaoniu was upright, balanced, and honest.

Whenever Hu Xiaoniu got stubborn, Zhang Tianzhen would timely remind him, and when Zhang Tianzhen got tempted to cut corners, Hu Xiaoniu would rein him in.

Both of them were well aware of this dynamic.

As they were eating, the horn of a moving truck sounded downstairs. Hu Xiaoniu leaned out the window and said, ”Stop eating, our moving company has arrived. Let’s go help Aunt Jiang Xue and Qing Chen pack.”

”Let’s finish eating first,” Zhang Tianzhen called from behind.

”No, we need to handle our business first,” Hu Xiaoniu replied.

Hu Xiaoniu was determined to follow the ’boss’s’ every command to the letter, only resting easy when each task was done perfectly.

The moving company took out box after box, their chest-mounted cameras ensuring no worker stole or damaged anything.

They moved with military efficiency, methodically classifying each item before sealing the boxes and loading them onto the truck.

Qing Chen watched this scene and asked Hu Xiaoniu, ”Are these the same people who helped you move before? I’ve seen them.”

Hu Xiaoniu was surprised that the other remembered such ordinary moving workers.

This was no ordinary moving company, but a professional team from within the Hu Corporation, which had come over from Haicheng a few days earlier.

During the move, everyone else had several large boxes of stuff. Nan Gengchen’s random purchases from Pinduoduo were particularly abundant.

Only Qing Chen had a single small box, holding just a few sets of clothes and some daily necessities.

No picture frames, no albums, no items to remember the past by.

Ordinary people would have family photos, yearbooks, letters, or gifts from others, but Qing Chen had none.

It was as if, in moving house, he had cut ties with the past.

”Qing Chen, where’s your stuff?” Hu Xiaoniu asked curiously.

”I threw most of it away last night,” Qing Chen said calmly, ”Let’s go.”

At the stairwell, Hu Xiaoniu watched the figure of Qing Chen boarding Jiang Xue’s car, reminiscent of a lone hero from the martial arts novels he had read.

Unencumbered.

The moving truck and Jiang Xue’s vehicle entered the ’National Treasure Garden’ villa complex, house number 12.

Li Tongyun and Nan Gengchen each peered out a window, admiring the lush greenery of the well-known wealthy district of Los Angeles City. XiaoTongyun said, ”Xiao Niu brother said our yard is over seven hundred square meters. Can we raise several cats there?”

Jiang Xue replied helplessly, ”Don’t just chase novelty. Taking care of small animals means being responsible for them—feeding, cleaning up, bathing, changing litter. It all takes time. You’re usually so lazy, so don’t bring this up to me again.”

”Okay then,” Li Tongyun gazed wistfully outside, having never lived in such a nice place in her life.

At that moment, Nan Gengchen suddenly asked, ”Brother Chen, does everyone living here have money, and are they all of high quality?”

Qing Chen glanced at him, ”Having money doesn’t necessarily relate to having good character.”

Just then, as their car passed a middle-aged man walking his dog, Qing Chen saw him, and he saw Qing Chen.

But Qing Chen, expressionless, quietly turned his head away.

The middle-aged man watched the car drive off in astonishment; he approached the community guard and asked, ”Excuse me, the car that just went in, who was that?”

The guard, obviously familiar with him, said, ”President Qin, that’s the new resident who just moved in, the one at the end, number 12.”