Chapter 8 Who is this sissy woman?

Fang Che's hands were shaking so badly he almost dropped the mirror.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

The face reflected in the mirror was completely unfamiliar.

She has fair skin, a small face the size of a palm, and a pointed chin.

Her features were exquisite, especially her peach blossom eyes, which were slightly upturned at the corners. Even when she was filled with fear, they looked as if they were moist, and she looked at a tattered rag with deep affection!

Who...who is this?!

Who is this alluring, vibrant young beauty?!

Fang Che, the rough and tough guy from Northeast China in his soul, felt like he had suffered the most fatal blow since he transmigrated!

Having a knife to his throat and being suspected of being an undercover agent was even more devastating for him!

The "slightly pretty" he had imagined was a far cry from the "stunningly beautiful" level before him!

"No...it's impossible..." His lips trembled as he looked at himself in the mirror, pinching his cheek hard—ouch, that really hurt! It wasn't a dream!

The little beauty in the mirror also grinned, but even so... she actually looked rather pitiful!

"Where are my sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes?! Where is my tough chin?! This...this looks like a porcelain doll waiting to be protected!" Fang Che roared inwardly, his Northeastern soul trembling.

He remembered how he had patted his chest and told Li Hanzhou that he was a "real man at heart," but looking at this face... the contrast was simply a hellish joke!

Cheng Tieniu chuckled when he saw Fang Che looking at himself in the mirror with a look of utter despair: "What's wrong, Che? Are you dizzy with your own handsomeness?"

"Tiezi!" Fang Che abruptly slammed down the mirror, looking at Cheng Tieniu with despair, his voice trembling: "Take a good look at me. Besides being good-looking, don't I have any other qualities? Like determination? Ruggedness? Even a touch of menace would be nice!"

Cheng Tieniu was wiping the sweat off the unconscious Li Hanzhou with a cloth when he heard this. He turned around and looked him up and down with a simple and honest expression: "Che, I'm not trying to discourage you, but when you squat there, you look like a freshly steamed white steamed bun from my hometown that crumbles at the slightest touch and has come to life, with peach blossom filling. Aura? That has nothing to do with you."

Fang Che: "..." He wanted to die.

Li Hanzhou, who had been silent all along, watched Fang Che go from looking in the mirror to breaking down. Seeing his droopy face and despair in his eyes, a faint smile flashed across his phoenix eyes.

But when he spoke, his voice remained cold and commanding:

"Stop watching when you've had enough. It's too noisy."

Fang Che jolted awake, quickly shoved the mirror into Cheng Tieniu's hand, and shrank back into the corner, clutching his throbbing ankle, feeling utterly dejected.

It's over.

This is completely over.

All those grand plans he made before, such as "becoming brothers with big shots," "fighting alongside them with guns," and "using his masculinity to recruit followers," seem particularly laughable in comparison to this face.

Does Li Hanzhou look at him like he's looking at a pretty pet?

No! Absolutely not!

Even if Wang Tiezhu has a beautiful face, he's still a tough guy from Northeast China at heart! How could he be content to be just a pretty face?!

Force is out of the question; with this physique, even chopping cabbage would be a struggle.

Physical strength? Tuo Li Hanzhou had already reached his limit by running those few steps.

What else can we rely on?

—Use your brain!

Fang Che suddenly looked up, his eyes shining.

He remembered that he had told others he could perform shamanistic rituals in order to cover up his lie.

Although it was just nonsense at the time, looking back now, it might be a good starting point.

More importantly, he knew the original plot!

This is his greatest asset, the foundation upon which he was able to establish himself alongside powerful figures.

In the original novel, Li Hanzhou had many brothers around him, but most of them were brutes who could fight but not plan. All the planning and strategy were basically carried out by the big boss alone.

Then Fang Che will be the "advisor"!

Leveraging information asymmetry and wisdom, we can contribute to the grand ambitions of the tycoon.

Once he has made contributions and become an indispensable right-hand man, who would dare say that he is just a pretty face?

Brotherly affection naturally developed.

Thinking of this, Fang Che felt a surge of pride, and the pain in his ankle lessened.

He struggled to strike a pose that suggested he was "strategizing," but the space was too cramped, and his movements were as awkward as twisting a rope.

Cheng Tieniu stared in disbelief: "Che, what's wrong with you? Did you get a leg cramp?"

Fang Che: "...I'm contemplating life."

He sat up straight, his gaze fixed intently on the unconscious Li Hanzhou, his mind racing: "Brother Li! Don't worry! Let them handle the front lines, and the scheming and plotting... oops, I mean the strategic planning, leave that to my advisor! I guarantee you'll easily become the King of Hong Kong! And when that happens, don't forget to be my best brother!"

As if in response to the surging emotions within him, Li Hanzhou suddenly murmured softly, his brows furrowed.

"Brother Li!" Fang Che immediately went over, his stern demeanor instantly vanishing. "Hey buddy, is Brother Li running a fever?"

Cheng Tieniu touched his forehead, his face darkening: "It's a bit hot! The wound is likely to get infected; we need to give it some anti-inflammatory medicine!"

Fang Che's heart tightened.

These days, anti-inflammatory drugs are hard to come by, and they're being hunted down, so going to the hospital is like walking into a trap.

"Damn it!" Fang Che tried to stand up, but a sharp pain in his ankle made him sit back down.

"You're kidding me!" Cheng Tieniu held him down. "If you go out like that, you'll just be delivering vegetables to the ground! I know a tight-lipped barefoot doctor, but he's a rip-off."

Fang Che was moved: "My buddy! I can't thank you enough! I'll never forget you when I become successful!"

Cheng Tieniu chuckled, "Hey, why are you saying that! Just wait!"

After saying that, he moved the cargo box aside and slipped out.

Only Fang Che and the unconscious Li Hanzhou remained in the warehouse.

Fang Che saw that his cheeks were flushed from the fever and his thin lips were tightly pursed. Even in his disheveled state, he was still handsome and aggressive.

He sighed, moved over, and carefully wiped Li Hanzhou's forehead and neck with a damp cloth.

"Brother Li, you absolutely have to hold on." Fang Che muttered softly, his Northeastern accent slipping out again, "I haven't even officially started my job as your advisor yet, so you, my lord, can't be the one to die first... Pshaw, pshaw, pshaw, just kidding! May the wind blow you away! You're sure to live to be a hundred!"

As he wiped, his gaze fell on Li Hanzhou's well-defined abdominal muscles, and then he looked at his own thin arms and legs, and a wave of sadness washed over him.

"Sigh, we're both men, how come there's such a big difference..." He rubbed his limp arm with a sigh. "Forget it, if you don't have enough strength, you can make up for it with intelligence! Once I help you avoid a life-or-death crisis and take over a few territories, let's see who dares to look down on me then!"

He began to recall the plot of "Hong Kong Gangster".

The bloody battle at the funeral hall is over. Although the process went astray, the core objective—to protect Li Hanzhou and A Gui—was achieved!

Next...

Next, Li Hanzhou will cleanse the internal affairs, truly take control of Heyitang, and then compete for the land on Portland Street that will appreciate in value in the future.

In the original story, he was ambushed and injured while fighting for land.

Fang Che's eyes lit up!

The opportunity has arrived! This is Fang Shiye's first battle to show his talent!

He had to find a way to get Li Hanzhou to take Portland Street, while also avoiding injury.

How to persuade them?

Direct spoilers won't work; we have to rely on "divine intervention" and "premonitions"!

As he was pondering how to combine modern real estate knowledge with feudal superstition and package it into a brilliant plan, Li Hanzhou's breathing suddenly became rapid and his body trembled.

“Cold…” Li Hanzhou mumbled incoherently.

Fang Che was startled and reached out to touch his forehead; it was even hotter! His hand was also ice-cold!

"Oh no, the blood loss and infection have caused chills!" Fang Che was extremely anxious; this dilapidated warehouse didn't even have a bed or blanket.

Seeing Li Hanzhou curl up, his face pale and flushed, Fang Che gritted his teeth.