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Professor Song: "Xiaoya? You call her so affectionately! What's your relationship with her? A charming gentleman?"

Feng Junzi coughed lightly, changing the subject, and then asked Professor Song, "What are your thoughts on Zhou Song's matter?"

Professor Song continued calmly, "Although there are many possibilities, only one is most likely. That is, someone once discovered that this land was a cemetery, making it difficult for the local government to deal with. Zhao Dongshan took advantage of this opportunity to buy both the cemetery plot and another plot of land. This was also a bargaining condition. Although the two plots of land appear to have been bought at the same time, the cemetery plot was actually a favor, probably a buy-one-get-one-free deal."

Feng Junzi continued, "It's not exactly a buy-one-get-one-free deal. The average price of these two plots combined certainly won't be too high, but the real valuable one is the plot that Zhao Dongshan is developing for the Shilin residential area."

Professor Song added, "Zhao Dongshan also pulled off a series of tricks, seeking cooperation with an unknown out-of-town developer and using this cemetery as an exchange. He saved on the construction costs of his Shilin residential complex, letting Zhou Song build houses for him for free. He's a master at getting something for nothing."

Professor Song suddenly asked Feng Junzi, "Even if Zhou Song hadn't fallen for it, Zhao Dongshan would have found someone else to take the bait. But from what you're saying, it seems you're advising Zhou Song to persevere with this project. In fact, given the current situation, it seems more feasible for Zhou Song to take advantage of the tens of millions he still has and run away with the money."

Feng Junzi sighed for the umpteenth time today: "If Zhou Song can finish the project but fails to sell it, he'll be the only one who suffers. But if he runs away now, too many innocent people will suffer. I'm advising him to do this not out of consideration for his cronies, but out of a sense of social morality."

Professor Song said coldly, "Social morality? In today's society, can a gentleman like you uphold morality? Zhao Dongshan is the one who should suffer. It's really strange, Zhou Song has no way to deal with him at all?"

Feng Junzi: "I also asked Zhou Song about this, but Zhou Song said that he absolutely cannot afford to offend Zhao Dongshan, and there is nothing he can do about him from a legal perspective."

Professor Song's tone softened somewhat as he said, "Everything in the world has a cause and effect. Zhao Dongshan's scheme to deceive people seems to be a bad idea, as disturbing the spirits of the dead will never end well. Perhaps your suggestion is right. Let's put aside the possibility of ghosts and spirits causing trouble for now and just do our best."

Feng Junzi: "Sigh! All I can think about now is doing my best. Could you lend me a Luoyang shovel, a small caliber one? I need it tomorrow."

Professor Song then revealed a strange expression: "What do you need the Luoyang shovel for? Are you going to do archaeology or tomb raiding?"

Feng Junzi: "Is there a difference between the two? Anyway, just help me borrow it. You can't buy this here; only you can get it for me." Professor Song seemed to understand and nodded in agreement.

Part 1: Deceitful Ghosts and Swindlers 7, The Vampire and the Fox Spirit

Seeing that the matter was temporarily resolved, Feng Junzi breathed a sigh of relief and looked around to ask Professor Song, "Why don't I see your wife? Isn't she home?"

“Your sister-in-law has gone abroad to participate in an academic exchange activity and won’t be back until next month,” Professor Song smiled. “I have a lot more peace and quiet now, so I can take this time to read some books.”

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as just reading, is it? Professor Song, you're finally single again, don't you have plenty of things to do?" Feng Junzi stood up with a mischievous smile, looked at the books on Professor Song's bookshelf, casually pulled out a copy of "Notes from the Thatched Cottage of Close Observation," and asked Professor Song, "You also like these gods, immortals, ghosts, and foxes?"

Professor Song also stood up, pulled a book from the bookshelf, and said to Feng Junzi, "How can 'Notes from the Thatched Cottage' be considered a work of gods, immortals, ghosts, and foxes? 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio' is the true classic."

Feng Junzi deliberately teased Professor Song: "I don't see anything that makes Ji Xiaolan inferior to Pu Songling, but why is there such a big difference in their status and evaluation in the academic history of mainland China? Is it because you scholars who study Marxism-Leninism classify them according to class composition theory? Scholars from the landlord class should not be promoted?"

Professor Song said helplessly, "There may be some factors involved, but 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio' is indeed a classic work. In the international literary scene of the same era, perhaps only Boccaccio's 'The Decameron' can compare with it."

Feng Junzi: "I didn't expect you to have such a high opinion of 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio'. Perhaps the mainstream academic community doesn't think so."

"To hell with the mainstream," Professor Song swore. "I'm not just talking about *Liaozhai*, but about the entire field of Chinese studies. Chinese studies are profound and extensive, but so many people are blindly fawning over foreign things. I'm not against studying Western learning, but at least you have to learn your own things well before you have a right to speak. Nowadays, students always talk about how great the West is, but they haven't even read the *Analects*. They're all cultural slaves to foreign things!"

Feng Junzi agreed with Professor Song's words and knew why Professor Song was saying these things. Speaking of cultural servility towards foreigners, wasn't Song Zhaonan himself doing the same thing, only he kept it to himself? Of course, he didn't want to reopen old wounds, so he changed the subject to gods, immortals, ghosts, and foxes.

"I don't have as much research on traditional Chinese culture as you, but let's take ghost culture as an example. China's is much more complete than the West's. Let's not even talk about the 'Classic of Mountains and Seas,' but even this 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio' is a magnificent collection. It shows all the human affairs through gods, immortals, ghosts, and foxes. Its artistry is absolutely incomparable to the ghost culture legends of the West."

These words seemed to suit Professor Song's taste. Professor Song replied, "Yes, look at those Western ghost stories. They're all about vampires or zombies, plus a witch or a black cat. They're just pursuing the most superficial psychological horror and simple sensory stimulation. Their intellectual depth is far too lacking."

Feng Junzi continued his entanglement with him, laughing as he asked, "Of all the gods and ghosts in 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio,' which type interests you the most?"

Professor Song smiled knowingly: "I like fox spirits the most, they are beautiful, sexy, gentle, and mysterious little vixens!"

As Feng Junzi left Professor Song's house, he was still thinking about the conversation about ghosts and gods. Suddenly, he remembered what he was going to do in Guangzhou the next day, and a ghostly graveyard appeared in his mind. A cold wind blew by, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Part One: Gods Deceive and Ghosts Deceive, Chapter 8: Lord Song's Lust and Lord Ye's Love of Dragons

The next morning, while Feng Junzi was still fast asleep, the phone rang urgently again. Feng Junzi answered the phone groggily, and the other party immediately said, "Feng Junzi, I'm in trouble!"

Feng Junzi had a series of bizarre dreams about ghosts and foxes all night, and was suddenly jolted awake by this sentence. He felt that he had been possessed by evil spirits for the past three days, receiving the same phone call every morning in bed. The first day it was Qin Xiaoya, the second day it was Zhou Song, and today it was Professor Song.

Feng Junzi had no idea what had happened to Lao Song this time, so he said nervously, "Lao Song, don't be anxious, tell me slowly."

"He said he couldn't come over the phone, so come out. I'll wait for you at the coffee shop near your house." Old Song's voice was urgent. Feng Junzi sighed helplessly, got dressed, and went out.

"Professor Song, what happened to you?" Feng Junzi asked anxiously before he even sat down in the coffee shop.

Professor Song said with a worried look, "A vixen! A vixen has come knocking on our door!"

Feng Junzi was both amused and annoyed, and then asked, "You were talking about vixens last night, and then a vixen crawled into your bed during the night? You look so worried, does she have body odor?"

Professor Song seemed to have no interest in joking, muttering to himself, "I never expected her to come knocking on my door. I met her last year at the Longan Festival in Fujian. You haven't seen this woman. Once you do, you'll know. She's practically the legendary vixen. No man can resist her allure, not even me—I won't go on. Anyway, the feeling was really good. Although I felt uneasy, it was truly—."

Feng Junzi wasn't stupid; he had already understood and said, "A woman who can move Old Song's heart must be no ordinary beauty. I also want to see her for myself."

Professor Song seemed to ignore Feng Junzi's tone and continued, "Although the feeling of having an affair is good, the beauty lies in the word 'secret.' Now she has actually come to Binhai to find me. What am I supposed to do? Although this kind of thing is no longer news, it is still very troublesome for me."

Feng Junzi had no choice but to honestly ask Professor Song, "So what do you plan to do now?"

Professor Song replied, "We can only avoid her for now. Although this is not a solution, it is a temporary measure. She came with an inspection team. Can I stay with you for the time being? Although I really want to see her, we are not in Binhai, and I am afraid of other things. I did not dare to answer her calls, first to the school and then to my home."

Feng Junzi laughed: "So it turns out that Lord Song's lust is just like Lord Ye's love of dragons. It's no use for you to hide at my place. Fortunately, your wife is not home these days." As he said this, he suddenly had a brilliant idea and said to Professor Song: "I have a good idea. Would you like to come with me to the south? Let's do a survey of local customs."

Professor Song hesitated and said, "We do have the time, but we don't have an inviting organization, and the university won't provide funding."

Feng Junzi patted Professor Song on the shoulder: "This is easy to handle. I'll take care of it for you. Let my friend Zhou Song make the arrangements. I also need an expert like you to accompany me."

Professor Song was intrigued and asked, "When are you leaving?"

Feng Junzi: "Since you're so eager to leave, let's go today."

Part 1: The Deception of Gods and Ghosts, Chapter 9: The Fate of a BMW

It was early winter of 2002. The first snow had just fallen in the north, but the southern city of Gwangju was still quite warm. Food vendors were still setting up tables and chairs on the sidewalks along the street, which was Gwangju's famous street food street. Feng Junzi and Professor Song were sitting on the street, enjoying southern snacks and drinking warm yellow rice wine.

This kind of open-air food stall is perhaps the most traditional and characteristic folk snack in the South, making it the perfect place to have dinner with a folklore expert like Professor Song. However, this street isn't entirely lined with traditional snacks. Right across the street from where Feng Junzi and his friends were sitting, there was a McDonald's, its bright glass window looking somewhat out of place, but it seemed no one noticed, except for Professor Song. Professor Song simply didn't like the McDonald's being there.

Professor Song was eating and thinking when two people walked out of McDonald's: an elderly woman leading a boy of about seven or eight years old, seemingly a grandmother and grandson. Professor Song pointed at the couple and said to Feng Junzi, "The next generation in China actually likes to eat this kind of Western junk food, and what's even more frightening is that their parents actually think it's fashionable."

Feng Junzi looked up and said, "Old Song, you don't need to sigh. Weren't you talking about cultural servility yesterday? That's also part of cultural aggression. I saw a foreign commentary a few days ago that said rich Chinese people like to take their kids to eat Western junk food. That's what it's talking about."

As the two were talking, the little boy casually tossed something out. It seemed to be a cheap plastic toy, probably a freebie given to children with a McDonald's meal. The little gadget flew in an arc and landed squarely on a BMW parked on the side of the road, making a soft thud. Immediately afterward, the car alarm blared, startling both Feng Junzi and Lao Song.

Professor Song frowned and said to Feng Junzi, "Kids these days are really outrageous. It's all because of only children. They're like this when they're young, and when they grow up, they don't know any manners. And the adults don't discipline them." Feng Junzi continued, "Interesting. Someone drove a BMW to a street food stall, and I don't know if they noticed the car was hit. Luckily, nothing serious happened."

As they were talking, a man emerged from the food stall next door and walked straight towards the grandmother and grandson. He appeared to be the owner of the BMW. What happened next shocked everyone. Without saying a word, the man reached the child and slapped him twice across the face. The little boy immediately burst into tears.

Feng Junzi couldn't stand it any longer and stood up abruptly, ready to reason with the man. He thought that although the little boy was wrong, he shouldn't have hit someone else's child without saying a word; this man was too arrogant. At that moment, a group of people surrounded the man. Just as Feng Junzi was about to go over, Old Song pulled him back. Feng Junzi asked curiously, "Old Song, why are you pulling me?"

Old Song pointed to the old woman in the crowd and said, "It seems she doesn't like people meddling in her affairs."

The old woman stopped the crowd who came to help, coldly saying, "My affairs are none of your business." Then she turned to the man who had hit her and asked, "Is your car very nice?"

The man, still arrogant after hitting the grandmother and grandson, said, "Of course, this is a BMW. Even if you sold your grandson, you couldn't afford to pay for it. Remember to keep your eyes open next time." After saying that, he ignored the grandfather and grandson and went straight back to the food stall to continue eating.

Strangely, the old woman showed no sign of anger. She stood there holding her grandson's hand, and with the other hand, she took out her phone and made a call. Seeing this, Feng Junzi and Lao Song both felt that something was about to happen, and sat there waiting to see.

Less than ten minutes later, a noise suddenly came from afar, as if a convoy of about seven or eight cars had arrived. What was striking was that all of these cars were BMWs. The convoy pulled up to the side of the road, but only one middle-aged man got out of the car. After getting out, he walked up to the grandfather and grandson, seemingly asking them something, and gently patted the little boy's head, whispering words of comfort. He appeared to be the little boy's father.

Feng Junzi whispered to Professor Song, "The person in charge has arrived, and he doesn't look like someone to be trifled with."

Sure enough, after asking his question, the child's father walked straight over and loudly asked, "Who hit my son just now? Can you stand up and say something?"

The man who had just assaulted the man came out at this moment. He seemed a little more timid and less arrogant than before, but his tone was still very aggressive: "Your son scratched my BMW. I don't need him to pay for it. I only slapped him twice, so we're even."

Everyone thought the child's father would confront the man and were waiting to see what would happen. However, the child's father's reaction surprised everyone. He stood there and gave a slight bow: "The child was ignorant and damaged your car. We are really sorry. As adults, we have a responsibility. We will compensate you."

The man who hit the child seemed a bit surprised and said, "Forget it, I won't hold it against you. You don't need to pay." But the child's father seemed to disagree and continued, "No, you have to pay. How much did you buy this car for?"

Upon hearing the question, the man who had assaulted the other man perked up and said in a boastful tone, "Two million, including the paperwork."

The child's father then asked, "I don't care about any of that. I just want to know how much it would cost to buy the same new car now?"

The man who assaulted the man was a little confused when asked the question, and could only say, "1.6 million is enough."

"Alright, please come with me." Without waiting for a reply, the child's father took his arm and pulled him to his car. He then opened the trunk and said in a commanding tone, "There's enough money in here. Count it yourself, 1.6 million."

Just as the man was about to refuse, a group of people suddenly got out of other cars and surrounded him. Not knowing what to do, he had no choice but to obediently count out 1.6 million yuan in cash. The child's father took out a large woven bag from the car, put the money in it, and handed it to him.

Feng Junzi became increasingly puzzled and whispered to Professor Song, "There are actually people like this in the world?" Professor Song replied, "The climax is just around the corner, so watch closely."

After the man took the money, the child's father spoke again, his tone very serious: "Now I'm considering this a full compensation for the BMW, right? You have no complaints about any damage, no matter what?"

The man didn't know what to say, so he just nodded and said, "That's how it is."

The child's father waved his hand and said to the group of people around him, "Go and smash that BMW!" A dozen or so men took out fire axes from their car and went over to smash the BMW with practiced ease. In an instant, the BMW seemed to have been reduced to a pile of scrap metal. The man's face turned deathly pale, and his legs were trembling, but he didn't dare utter a single word.

In no time, the car was smashed, and the diners at the food stall all kept their distance, except for Feng Junzi and Professor Song, two curious out-of-towners who remained seated nearby. At this moment, the child's father solemnly said to the man, "The car issue has been resolved. There's nothing unfair about it, is there?"

The man replied meekly, "Anyway, you've already paid, so go ahead and smash it."

The child's father coldly continued, "Now that the matter of my son hitting your car has been resolved, it's time to resolve the matter of you hitting my son. Let me introduce myself, my name is Zhao Dongshan, and the one you hit is my only son. My son is worth much more than your beat-up car. How about this, one slap is worth five million, two slaps are worth ten million. Let's get in the car and settle the score slowly."

Feng Junzi and Professor Song were both taken aback, not by the child's father's methods, but by the man's background. It turned out he was Zhao Dongshan, Zhou Song's collaborator. Feng Junzi finally understood why Zhou Song had said he couldn't afford to offend this man.

Professor Song said to Feng Junzi, "So he is Zhao Dongshan. Zhou Song really shouldn't have provoked someone like him. Let's see how he resolves this matter in the end."

Feng Junzi replied, "Even with my eyes closed, I can tell those two slaps weren't for nothing. Five million per slap is definitely a bit expensive; eight hundred thousand would be more like it. I think the car was smashed for nothing. But it doesn't matter; that guy who did it wasn't a good person either. He deserved it!"

Professor Song then asked Feng Junzi, "Do you believe in demons? Demons don't necessarily have to be ghosts or monsters; they can also be people. People like Zhao Dongshan are the kind of human demons that you should avoid provoking."

Night had fallen, and the group of people the child's father had brought were nowhere to be seen. The man who had assaulted the child also seemed to have vanished. In the distance, the sounds of police sirens and the laughter of diners could be heard. Only then did the police patrol car leisurely arrive. Feng Junzi pondered Professor Song's words about demons and couldn't help but think of Zhou Song again, only able to manage a bitter smile.

Part 1: Deceitful Deception, Chapter 10: The Phantom Demon

Although Feng Junzi encountered a demon in Guangzhou, he didn't actually encounter any ghosts or monsters. However, it was different for Qin Xiaoya, who was far away in Binhai. To be precise, Qin Xiaoya's place was haunted.

The day after Feng Junzi went to Guangzhou, a saleswoman at Qin Xiaoya's shoe store overheard a customer talking about a rumor circulating in the streets of Binhai City. Because the rumor was so bizarre, it was being passed around by everyone, and Qin Xiaoya heard it too.

This isn't entirely a rumor; it refers to a recent murder case that was reported in the newspapers. The gist of it is that a man was robbed and murdered in a secluded alley shortly after leaving a sauna late at night. In today's security environment, similar incidents happen frequently, and there's nothing particularly unusual about it.

However, a rumor started out of nowhere, saying that when the man walked out of the sauna, another customer dressed in black followed him out after paying his bill, sticking close behind him, but the victim seemed not to see anyone following him at all.

Later, according to a bath attendant at the sauna, he vaguely remembered a strange customer who came in around midnight that night. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was strange about him. He had been scrubbing people for over ten hours, from 2 PM until midnight, and was so tired and sleepy that he could barely keep his eyes open. This was his last customer of the day. After seeing the newspaper report, he suddenly realized something was off about this person: his feet. Everyone has two feet, one on the left and one on the right, but he vaguely remembered that this person's feet seemed to be both left feet!

These rumors circulating in the streets and alleys, their origins unknown, were mostly taken lightly, mere gossip fodder for idle chatter. But to Qin Xiaoya, they were like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, striking a nerve with her deepest anxieties—her biggest worry being those five thousand pairs of shoes, all for the left foot. She almost wanted to immediately pick up the phone and call Feng Junzi, but then remembered he wasn't in Binhai, and bothering him with such trivial rumors would seem absurd. So she reassured herself not to worry.

But what happened next made Qin Xiaoya uneasy; she received a call from the warehouse night watchman. Xiaoya's clothing market was on the commercial street, but Qin Xiaoya's more important business was wholesale to the north, and the wholesale warehouse was in the suburbs, where the five thousand pairs of leather shoes were also located. The night watchman told her on the phone that a thief had apparently broken into the warehouse the previous night, but nothing had been stolen.

Qin Xiaoya asked curiously, "Then how do you know someone went in?"

The night watchman said, "I found a set of footprints when I got up this morning. They came out of the warehouse, but the warehouse door was locked, and no one came in last night."

Qin Xiaoya: "What kind of footprints?"

The night watchman said, "It's strange. It seems like all the footprints are from one foot. It looks like this person put on the wrong shoe. All the footprints are from the left foot."

Qin Xiaoya hung up the phone, her heart pounding. She knew she shouldn't be thinking about ghosts and monsters, but she couldn't help feeling scared, so she decided to go find Zhou Song. At that moment, all she wanted was a reliable person to help her face this situation.

In Zhou Song's office, after listening to Qin Xiaoya's incoherent account of the two strange events, Zhou Song tried his best not to show any surprise. Instead, he calmly comforted Qin Xiaoya, saying, "Xiaoya, your worries are unnecessary. There are no such strange things in the world. I don't think this is strange at all. It's a good thing for you. The five thousand pairs of right-foot leather shoes you're looking for will soon be found."

Qin Xiaoya: "I also feel that these two things are related, but I'm very confused right now."

Zhou Song: "It's obvious that someone tampered with it. It wouldn't be difficult to create a set of footprints. And that story is obviously made up. If I'm not mistaken, did someone specifically go to your shoe store to tell you that? I haven't heard about it."

Qin Xiaoya: "That's true."

Zhou Song: "The person who made up the story and the person who did the trick obviously knew that you had five thousand pairs of left-foot leather shoes. Apart from the few employees in your store, the only other person who knows about this is probably the person who sells your shoes. They have already come to your door."