He's kind of handsome.

That noon, Fang Chuan and Yu Xiangyang finished their meal at a restaurant. When they went to pay the bill, the cashier said they could enter a lucky draw.

Fang Chuan wasn't very interested, but Yu Xiangyang was eager to try. As he reached into the lottery box, he muttered, "The grand prize is a three-day sea trip!"

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a voucher for Yunquanhui.

"Handsome, you're so lucky! You can get this for just 1 yuan!" the cashier said sweetly.

Yunquanhui is a bathhouse that Huang Fuda is currently renovating. Fang Chuan's eyes shifted to the trial voucher.

"Is there anything else?" Fang Chuan asked.

"Handsome guy, this can only be obtained through a draw. Cloud Island collaborates with many merchants, so there are other opportunities too~"

Yu Xiangyang bought the experience voucher, glanced at it, and handed it to Fang Chuan. Fang Chuan took it without ceremony and examined it carefully from both sides.

"I've seen several Cloud Island hotels during my stay in Xianye, but I haven't stayed at any of them. Fang Chuan, what's his place like?"

"Very good." Fang Chuan casually stuffed the trial voucher into his pocket.

"What is this Yunquanhui? I see there are games inside."

"It's a hot spring bath, and there are also some water activities, a karaoke room, a billiards room, and you can stay overnight."

Yu Xiangyang turned to look at Fang Chuan: "You seem to know me well."

"...I've heard them advertise before."

They planned to visit a famous Taoist temple in Xianye in the afternoon. Fang Chuan's car was parked quite far away. As the two walked towards the car, they were forced to accept a lot of small cards.

Infertility treatments, foot massages, proctology clinics...

Fang Chuan was about to casually toss it away when he noticed one of the cards looked familiar out of the corner of his eye. He picked it up and saw that it was also a voucher for Yunquanhui.

He took the note out of his pocket and compared it with the new one that had been stuffed into his pocket. Apart from the difference in color and texture, the two notes were exactly the same in design.

The person from earlier had filled an entire paper bag.

Fang Chuan looked back, but the person had vanished. He put the two bills separately into his pocket.

He wondered if Huang Fuda knew that it was Huang Fuda's doing, or if it was someone else's doing.

On the other hand, Yu Xiangyang sighed, "If I had known I could get it for free, I wouldn't have spent money to buy it. How could his family be like this?"

Fang Chuan didn't say anything and continued walking with Yu Xiangyang. They happened to pass by a Yundao restaurant. There was a crowd gathered at the entrance. According to the onlookers, a waiter had beaten a customer and caused him to bleed quite a bit.

Upon hearing this, Fang Chuan's heart stirred, and he pushed through the crowd to push his way to the front.

"What's so exciting about this, Fang Chuan! Don't go in!" Yu Xiangyang shouted from behind. Seeing that Fang Chuan wouldn't listen, he also squeezed in.

I finally managed to squeeze to the front row. There was a person lying in front of the hotel with a face covered in blood, and the person who assaulted him was being held aside by the staff.

The hotel owner, Huang Fuda, was also there. He was squatting down in a suit, speaking softly to the guest lying on the ground, but the guest was unmoved and kept cursing.

"What a lousy hotel! I just wanted to stay here and your waiter beat me up like this. Hey, what kind of place is Yun Island? I'm suing you!"

"Who would dare live here? They beat me up without even asking what happened! What kind of bastards are they?!"

Fang Chuan saw Huang Fuda supporting himself on one hand, leaning forward, close to the guest's head, with a sincere expression.

"I'm so sorry, sir. Our hotel has already reported the incident to the police. We will definitely provide the compensation you are entitled to. Please get up, the floor is cold."

The guest became even more excited.

"What do you mean! What do you mean?! Report a crime? Do you think I'm trying to extort you?! I'm the one who should be reporting it!"

He turned and glared fiercely at Huang Fuda, who was squatting to the side: "You're the boss here, and this is how you manage your men! I can't let you get beaten up for nothing. Either let me beat that bastard up, or you let me beat him up!"

Huang Fuda didn't move, continuing to patiently soothe the guest, but the guest became increasingly agitated, waving his fists and hitting Huang Fuda in the face.

Upon seeing this, Fang Chuan rushed forward, faster than the hotel's security personnel, and stretched out his arm to block Huang Fuda's body.

"Uncle, please don't get agitated. The boss meant well..." Fang Chuan was pushed aside by Huang Fuda before he could finish speaking.

The guest was even angrier when Fang Chuan interrupted him. When Huang Fuda leaned over again, he opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva in his face.

Huang Fuda didn't have time to dodge and took the hit head-on, his face splattered with blood.

When someone tried to hand him a tissue, he waved it off and wiped the blood from around his eyes.

"Sir, I don't mean to extort money from you. Calling the police is just to go through the process and give you reasonable compensation. Whether you lie down and wait for the police or go inside to wait for the police, it's the same. If you want to sunbathe, I'll accompany you."

The guest stopped talking and turned his head to the other side.

Yu Xiangyang appeared beside Fang Chuan without anyone noticing.

"You know him?"

Fang Chuan ignored the question and instead asked Yu Xiangyang if he had brought any paper. After receiving an affirmative answer, he stepped forward and handed the paper to Huang Fuda. Huang Fuda looked up at Fang Chuan, then slowly stood up and resumed his usual posture of looking down at him.

He took the paper.

"Thanks."

It was a long-lost sound.

But before he could even savor the meaning of those two words, Huang Fuda left again.

Fang Chuan held the two cards in his pocket, wanting to talk to him about it, but the occasion wasn't right.

"Is that the owner of Yundao?" Yu Xiangyang asked him quietly.

Fang Chuan nodded.

"He's kind of cool..."

Fang Chuan glanced at Yu Xiangyang sideways: "What, you like him?"

"She looks like a celebrity, is so tall, and is rich. It's hard not to like her."

That's why he has so many stinky rats around him. Fang Chuan frowned almost imperceptibly.

"He just didn't like the look of me, so he hit me if he wanted to," came the nonchalant voice of the waiter next to Huang Fuda.

“That’s your personal reason, it has nothing to do with Yun Island.” Huang Fuda stared at him, not missing a single unusual expression on his face.

The man raised his head and shouted, "How can it be nothing! I'm unhappy with my job on Cloud Island!!"

Amid the commotion, police cars arrived, and the crowd spontaneously made way for them. Several police officers got out of the cars and began questioning people. Soon after, all the relevant individuals entered the hotel lobby.

At this moment, Yu Xiangyang tugged at his arm: "Let's go, Fang Chuan. The police have all gone in. Aren't we still going to the Taoist temple?" Yu Xiangyang looked towards the end of Fang Chuan's line of sight, a little suspicious.

Fang Chuan obediently followed. Later, Yu Xiangyang asked Fang Chuan several times what his relationship with Huang Fuda was, but he didn't get any useful information. He was only given a perfunctory answer that they met by chance.

The Taoist temple is located on a small hill in the middle of the city, half of it hidden by trees. Locals say it's very efficacious. Whenever a business opens, they make a big show of donating money there.

The two walked up the stone steps into the Taoist temple, and Yu Xiangyang bowed to every person he saw. Fang Chuan followed behind him, thinking about the bad things he had done recently, and donated 10,000 yuan in the main hall. After donating, he felt that Boss Huang had been having bad luck lately, so he donated another 30,000 yuan in Huang Fuda's name.

Seeing this, Yu Xiangyang thought to himself that someone was crazy, and felt particularly sorry for him. He thought, "If you have money to burn, just give it to me!" The scene was so unbearable for him that he went outside for a stroll.

While Fang Chuan was donating money, the young Taoist priest next to him was so happy to see such a wealthy man that he couldn't stop smiling. After Fang Chuan finished donating, the Taoist priest immediately called out to him, "Hey, fellow Taoist, I have a connection with you today. I can tell your fortune."

Fang Chuan looked at the young Taoist priest, whose legs couldn't even reach the ground while sitting on the stool, and smiled with narrowed eyes: "Young Taoist priest, I have nothing to ask for, nothing to know, and I really don't know what to count as."

"Besides, this amount of money is not enough to make a good connection, so let's talk about it next time."

Xiao Dao wouldn't let him leave, insisting on calculating for him: "It's not shallow, not shallow at all, enough for the cafeteria to make several delicious meals."

He pulled Fang Chuan to sit next to him and took out a handful of bamboo tallies.

"There's nothing to ask for. You're more like a Taoist priest than I am. I have to calculate what to eat for lunch every day."

The Taoist priest closed his eyes, shook his head, and muttered to himself, "Just clear your mind and wait for the divination to be completed. You'll naturally know what you want."

Fang Chuan put his hand in his pocket, felt the card, and, a thought struck him. He spoke up to stop him, saying, "I really don't have anything to know. How about you help me calculate someone else's fortune?"

The young Taoist priest opened his eyes upon hearing this: "That works too."

"He's probably 28 years old and runs a small business. I wonder if he'll go bankrupt."

Looking at Fang Chuan's serious face, the young Taoist priest silently put the bamboo tally away again.

"...Is he your enemy?"

…………

"……no."

After an eerie silence, Yu Xiangyang returned after taking a stroll around.

"What's wrong?"

Fang Chuan turned around and smiled at him: "It's nothing, just chatted with the young Taoist priest for a bit. By the way, is there anything you'd like to have divined or ask for? It's quite effective here."

Yu Xiangyang looked at the QR code on the little Taoist's desktop: "Want to become rich."

After hearing this, the young Taoist stroked his non-existent long beard and nodded in a serious manner: "That's more like it."

Seeing the young Taoist priest's expression, Yu Xiangyang laughed out loud. Without saying anything about what he wanted, he simply said goodbye to the young Taoist priest and then pulled Fang Chuan away.

Sitting in the car, Fang Chuan and Yu Xiangyang chatted idly.

"Why didn't you let that young Taoist priest do some divination just now?"

Yu Xiangyang fiddled with his hair in front of the mirror and casually said, "I don't believe in these things. Besides, what's the point of him calculating it? He can't possibly transfer the money to my account."

"I believe that anything is possible with human effort."

Upon hearing this, Fang Chuan turned his head and looked Yu Xiangyang up and down. There was a strange sense of familiarity about his demeanor, which made it hard to dislike him.

When they got home, only the housekeeper was there. She said they wouldn't be home for dinner that night, and then asked the two of them what they wanted to eat. Yu Xiangyang slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Let's go get some spicy hot pot!"

After the two had eaten and drunk their fill, they strolled around the park near their house before slowly making their way home.

Dean Fang and Bai Zhi were at home at the time. When Fang Chuan and Bai Zhi came in, they had just come out of the study one after the other.

Bai Zhi, wearing a white dress, greeted them from upstairs and then went back to her room. Mr. Fang, wearing a shirt and trousers, walked down the stairs, holding onto the handrail.

"How are you feeling in Xianye lately, Xiangyang? Are you settling in well?"

"It's just a habit, but it's troublesome for Fang Chuan to accompany me everywhere."

Mr. Fang nodded: "You'll get used to it. Your aunt's company recently opened up a secretary position. Would you like to give it a try?"

Yu Xiangyang readily agreed.

"Then tomorrow morning, Fang Chuan will take you to the company to complete the formalities." Fang's father looked at Fang Chuan, and seeing that Fang Chuan had no objections, he waved his hand and told everyone to go back to their rooms to sleep.

That night, lying in bed, Fang Chuan made a point of inquiring about how the incident at Yun Island had been handled. Upon learning that the man was mentally ill and that Huang Fuda had to compensate the customer tens of thousands of yuan, he frowned. "Boss Huang, you certainly have a lot of enemies."

He then remembered the Yunquanhui experience voucher and felt he should remind Boss Huang, but it was already too late, so he put the matter aside for the time being.

Unexpectedly, the opportunity came the very next day.