Chapter 2

"Of course, we must give the two of you a satisfactory explanation."

As he spoke, a hint of unusual color flashed across Gu Chang's eyes, disappearing instantly. His smile grew even more pronounced, exuding an extraordinary warmth: "By the way, is the young brother's head injury... not serious? Should we go to the hospital for a full check-up?"

"It's fine, just a bit swollen, not serious." Fang Yuan shook his head lightly, touching the wound, feeling a slight burning sensation but no real pain.

"That's good, that's good."

Gu Chang's gaze flickered again, and he seemed somewhat relieved, his attitude becoming even more amiable: "I am very sorry for putting the two of you in such a dangerous situation. To express our apologies, please accept this small token of our sincerity."

As he spoke, Gu Chang waved his hand, and a secretary-like figure stepped forward, pulling out two thick bundles of hundred-yuan bills from a briefcase and thrusting them into the hands of the two men.

"Mr. Gu, this..."

Fang Yuan and Bao Longtu were taken aback, instinctively trying to refuse. This was the reserved nature of Easterners, always feeling awkward about accepting gifts.

"It's only right, it's only right." Gu Chang smiled, then pretended to be angry: "There's no need to refuse. If you keep refusing, it will be seen as looking down on me, Gu, and not giving me face."

"How could we dare..."

Under Gu Chang's insistence, the two men had no choice but to take the money.

Seeing this, Gu Chang smiled in satisfaction, then had the secretary distribute two business cards, saying with a deep and meaningful tone: "Since everyone is fine, let's put this matter to rest. If the two of you have any other issues, feel free to call me."

"Oh."

The two men took the business cards, looking down at them as Gu Chang turned and left. At the same time, a group of bodyguards hurriedly followed, leaving behind a middle-aged man who had been with Gu Chang.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's face turned pale, his mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out. After a moment, he glanced at the fragments on the floor, his face filled with sorrow, and walked away.

A few minutes later, the group had completely dispersed, leaving only a cleaner with a broom to clear up the mess.

"Let's go too."

At this moment, Fang Yuan flicked his wrist, casually throwing Gu Chang's business card into the nearby trash can. If some business people saw this, they would surely be furious, condemning him for wasting a valuable opportunity.

After all, with Gu Chang's status, countless people wanted to connect with him but had no way to do so. The business card, though small, was a rare opportunity, worth a fortune.

However, Fang Yuan had thrown the business card away, which would be considered a crime in the eyes of some.

"Sure, let's go for a big meal."

At this moment, Bao Longtu followed suit, crumpling the business card and throwing it into the cleaner's bin.

Soon after, the two men walked out of the residential complex and onto the road outside. After hailing a taxi, Bao Longtu felt the bundle of cash in his pocket, a mix of happiness and disdain on his face.

"Only fifty thousand..."

After quietly telling Fang Yuan the amount, Bao Longtu pouted: "Together, we got a hundred thousand. A billionaire, and he's so stingy. If I had known, I wouldn't have let it go so easily."

"What else could we do?" Fang Yuan smiled lightly: "Do you want to extort him? Afraid of being stuffed in a sack and thrown into the sea?"

"What do you mean extort? This is for keeping quiet, for the shock, and for mental distress." Bao Longtu sneered: "I don't believe you didn't notice that the thing that almost hit us from upstairs was definitely related to him."

"…You have no evidence." Fang Yuan touched his forehead again, feeling the wound throb slightly.

"Who says there's no evidence?" Bao Longtu huffed: "The object was broken, but from the fragments, I can tell it was a compass. The middle-aged man next to Gu Chang, wearing a traditional robe with a Taiji and Bagua pattern on the back, is clearly a feng shui master."

"Without a doubt, the feng shui master must have accidentally dropped the compass while examining the feng shui of the building. Fortunately, I reacted quickly, or I would have been killed."

At this, Bao Longtu's anger flared up again: "Speaking of which, that feng shui master is a scoundrel. Almost a murderer, and he didn't even apologize to us."

"You're right, he's a scumbag." Fang Yuan nodded in agreement.

"But he's finished."

Bao Longtu's temper came and went quickly. In a moment, he was gloating: "He did something wrong and had to rely on the big boss to smooth things over. His future is bleak. You saw it, right? After calming us down, Gu Chang turned and left, completely ignoring him..."

"I saw it, he deserved it." Fang Yuan nodded: "Just losing his job, he got off easy."

"Exactly!"

In their idle chat, the two men returned to their living place in a taxi. It was a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment in a relatively remote part of the city, with a lower price. They shared the rent, reducing their burden.

"Fang Yuan, you go up and tidy up. I'll go buy ingredients. We'll have a big hot pot dinner tonight."

After getting out of the car, Bao Longtu gave a reminder and headed enthusiastically to the nearby market.

The incident had been scary but not dangerous, and they had received a substantial compensation. With their pockets bulging, Bao Longtu was naturally very happy, having already forgotten the scare.

Fang Yuan, on the other hand, was not as enthusiastic, even looking a bit tired. He lazily responded and climbed the stairs back to the room, setting up the tableware in the living room. Suddenly, a wave of drowsiness hit him.

After a few minutes, when Bao Longtu still hadn't returned, Fang Yuan's eyelids started to droop. After a big yawn, he lay down on the sofa in the living room to rest.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Fang Yuan fell asleep. In a hazy dream, he saw some wondrous and magnificent scenes and seemed to hear some ethereal voices.

"Kan is the way of heaven; Yu is the way of earth."

"…Qi disperses with the wind and stops at water. The ancients gathered it to prevent dispersion and guided it to stop, hence it is called feng shui. In feng shui, water is the most important, followed by wind."

"…The stars move the weather, and the mountains and rivers move the earth's qi. Weather is yang, and earth's qi is yin. When yin and yang harmonize, the universe becomes vibrant, and all things flourish."

"…A dwelling is the pivot of yin and yang, the model of human relations. Following it brings prosperity, while going against it brings misfortune."

With these faint voices, Fang Yuan, in a daze, seemed to receive some wondrous information. In the pitch-black space, a strong golden light suddenly appeared, like the sun rising from the sea, instantly illuminating everything, with the grandeur of a rooster's crow at dawn.

However, when the light reached its peak, it dimmed and split into black and white, like the Taiji symbol, rapidly rotating. As it rotated, it continuously evolved, growing from the size of a finger to the size of a plate.

Not only did the size change, but the black and white colors also gradually merged, forming the Four Symbols and the Eight Trigrams, along with the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, filled with brilliant and colorful patterns...

Fang Yuan was lost in this, unaware of how much time had passed. Suddenly, he felt a warmth on his face and woke up groggily. Opening his eyes, he saw a ray of sunlight shining through the window. The bright light made him squint, and he finally woke up completely.

Turning over, Fang Yuan stretched, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

"You're awake?"

At the same time, Bao Longtu, holding a toothbrush, poked his head out of the bathroom, speaking indistinctly: "What happened to you last night? Were you that tired? I came back with a big meal and saw you lying on the sofa. If I hadn't heard your snoring like thunder, I would have thought you had more than just a bruised forehead, maybe even a concussion."

"…Sorry."

At this, Fang Yuan remembered what had happened and apologized with a smile: "I don't know what happened. I suddenly felt very tired. I just wanted to rest for a few minutes, but I fell asleep."

"I don't mind, but you missed out on the feast. I ate half of it, and the rest is in the fridge, but it's probably not fresh anymore." Bao Longtu spat out some foam, rinsed his mouth with water, and his voice became clearer: "If you're hungry, just heat it up..."

"Got it."

Fang Yuan smiled and nodded, brushing his teeth and washing his face. He then heated up the leftover ingredients, which could be considered a late dinner or an early breakfast.

After eating, Bao Longtu patted his slightly protruding belly, full of energy: "Let's go treasure hunting!"

"What?"

Fang Yuan was momentarily confused.

"What, what? It's the weekend, no work, of course, we should go out and have fun. Are we going to stay here?" Bao Longtu smiled: "Most importantly, we got some unexpected money yesterday. With more money in hand, we should spend it to treat ourselves."

"Oh."

Fang Yuan immediately understood and smiled: "Going to the antique street to look for treasures again?"

"Exactly."

Bao Longtu laughed wildly: "I have a feeling that today we'll find a big treasure, make a few million, start our own company, become a general manager, a CEO, marry a rich and beautiful woman, and reach the peak of life..."

Fang Yuan lightly blessed Bao Longtu's grand aspirations: "You're dreaming!"

"Get lost, don't be so negative!" Bao Longtu rolled his eyes: "So, are you coming? If not, stay and clean the floor, do the cleaning..."