As long as the conditions allow, everyone has the talent to become an athlete.

For example, Fang Shan’s sprinting speed at this moment, even if it was captured by the camera, would only be an afterimage.

As they neared the end of the street, Fang Shan gave Wei Sushen a strong tug and turned onto a side road. Unsure if anyone was chasing them, Fang Shan continued running without slowing down. He took a deep breath, glanced over his shoulder, and the moment he turned, he bumped into someone head-on.

Fang Shan just moved his waist a little, and then stood firmly in place.

The person he hit staggered backwards and almost fell to the ground.

Wei Sushen carefully compared the two people's figures. It was obvious that the system looked thinner, but the reality was that the system stood there as still as a mountain.

Suddenly, he thought of the heavy sword, and when he looked at Fang Shan again, his eyes were very meaningful: "You've gained weight."

Instantly, Fang Shan felt something explode beside his ears, and he said righteously, "Stop slandering me!"

The two of them were talking back and forth when a helpless voice interrupted, "Shouldn't you consider... the innocent passersby who were hit?"

Fang Shan and Wei Sushen stopped talking at the same time, and then they paid attention to the person in front of them: phoenix eyes, thin lips, hair a little longer than that of a normal boy, at first glance he looked romantic and gentle.

Fang Shan quickly came to a conclusion: "Not as good-looking as me."

After saying that, he didn't even look up at Wei Sushen, as if he wanted him to express his opinion.

Wei Sushen said without emotion: "Not as pretty as me."

“…”

There was another commotion in the distance. The tester ran to the end of the street, but didn't see anything, so he went back. Fang Shan pulled Wei Sushen down and squatted against the wall, using the trash can as a cover.

"Judging from their clothes, they must be from the testing room." The man didn't leave, but instead showed an interested expression: "How did you end up messing with these people?"

Fang Shan's eyes darkened slightly: "Being too popular is also a burden."

The man adjusted his glasses and analyzed, "The testing room just closed at this hour. Is it because you went to do the test and got involved with them?"

That kind of obsession and fanaticism could be felt from such a distance. It wasn't like chasing and beating someone after a conflict broke out. Instead...

The man thought of a possibility and asked Fang Shan casually, "What is your special ability?"

They were all shrewd people. Fang Shan saw what he was planning at a glance and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Do you want to give it a try?"

As he spoke, he kept an eye on the intersection, and only when he was sure that those people were walking in the other direction did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The moment he let go of Wei Sushen's wrist, he was grabbed by the other party and gently touched on the waist. Fang Shan instantly understood, and when he looked at the man again, his smile was filled with intimacy and friendliness: "Hello."

The sudden change in attitude left the man at a loss as to how to respond.

The person who was arguing with him just now took the initiative to introduce himself, and even the tall and handsome man standing next to him nodded slightly.

The man was alert and took a small step back without leaving any trace. He extended his right hand: "Rong Yue."

"What a good name." Fang Shan said, "Rong means the sea embraces all rivers, and Yue is even more imposing."

Rong Yue was becoming increasingly aware of the crisis, but Fang Shan didn't give him the chance: "It's better to meet by chance than to meet by chance. How about Mr. Rong treat us to a meal?"

“…”

At this point, Rong Yue guessed what the inconspicuous little action between the two of them just now meant: no money, but a fat sheep, hurry up and kill it!

Thinking that these two people might have extraordinary abilities and that they were currently starving, Rong Yue's eyes curved into a happy arc: "There's a good restaurant nearby."

Fang Shan smiled and said, "How can this be so embarrassing?" Before Rong Yue could speak, he looked around and asked, "Which direction are we going?"

Rong Yue couldn't remember how many times he was speechless. Reason made him maintain his gentlemanly demeanor and walk in front to lead the way.

It is unsurprisingly a music restaurant, there is no other type of restaurant in this world.

A large area in the center was reserved for a piano, and a performer in a tuxedo was enjoying the notes he was playing.

Rong Yue was a regular here, ordering all the signature dishes, which Fang Shan was happy to save time and effort. The restaurant was very efficient, and in no time, delicious dishes were on the table.

"How is it?" Rong Yue picked up the knife and fork, his table manners very elegant.

Fang Shan commented in a conventional manner: "Not as attractive as me." Then he turned his head to look at Wei Sushen: "What do you think?"

Wei Sushen still looked cold and indifferent, saying without any emotion: "Not as attractive as me."

Rong Yue's mouth twitched. This was the second time... were these two people performing a double act?

After swallowing his frustration along with the food, Rong Yue asked the key question: "What are your special abilities?"

The task was to open a record company. Wei Sushen and Fang Shan had no initial capital, but the man in front of them was obviously rich.

Fang Shan raised his eyebrows at Wei Sushen, the subtext being that he was trying to get something for nothing, and now the wolf had appeared.

Wei Sushen had a plan in mind. He examined Rong Yue calmly and told him his ability without reservation: "Purification."

Rong Yue's face was filled with obvious surprise, which he finally calmed down after a long while. He lowered his eyes to hide the deep thought in his eyes: "I never thought that in my era, there would still be people with purification abilities."

The strength of superpowers indirectly determines one's future destiny. Of course, this does not mean that ordinary superpower owners do not live well. It just means that they can live a relatively good life through hard work and work hard to make a living in society.

People who possess rare and precious superpowers have the conditions to become superior people almost from birth.

Thinking of this, Rong Yue became more and more puzzled. How could he, possessing such a rare ability, still be unable to feed himself?

Asking further might involve privacy, and Rong Yue had his own plans, so he turned to chat with Fang Shan and inquire about his special abilities.

At this moment, even Wei Sushen stopped eating and sat aside waiting for the answer.

Fang Shan remained indifferent and continued eating, his calmness startling. "Paradise."

Rong Yue was stunned for a moment: "What?"

Fang Shan didn't want to say more and said coldly, "The answer given by the test instrument."

Rong Yue controlled his expression, his smile a little stiffer than before, and pretended to joke, "This ability doesn't sound very serious."

Fang Shan: "You're so happy, how can you be serious?"

Rong Yue choked on the food and kept coughing into the napkin.

After he calmed down, he looked at Fang Shan and Wei Sushen with a complicated look: "You two's abilities... can be considered complementary."

Fang Shan had almost finished his meal and got straight to the point: "To be honest, we're planning to open a record company. I'm wondering if Mr. Rong is interested in collaborating?"

This is totally not how business people operate. At least general cooperation requires mutual testing and only after in-depth evaluation will formal discussions begin.

But based on the premise of rare superpowers, it seems reasonable.

Rong Yue saw their potential value and was willing to engage with them further. Fang Shan was willing to initiate the collaboration, so he was less hypocritical. "Every day in this city, someone starts a record company, and countless others go bankrupt. I need to know how much capital you can invest and how many artists you have already contacted."

The waiter brought a fruit plate, and Fang Shan pushed the negotiation to Wei Sushen.

Wei Sushen quite appreciated Rong Yue's impartial attitude. He put down the knife and fork in his hand, sat upright, and the aura of a superior was instantly revealed.

Rong Yue sensed the style of a business elite in him and subconsciously took it seriously.

Wei Sushen: "The initial capital is zero, and there are two artists under the management."

Rong Yue even ignored the blow of the first half of the sentence: "Those two only artists, could it be you guys?"

Wei Sushen nodded slightly.

Rong Yue closed his fingers, then grasped the cup handle before making a fist. If Fang Shan hadn't just shown him the test results, he would have thought he'd encountered two lunatics.

Wei Sushen looked out the window. Across from him, wandering artists gathered in the square, trying to impress passersby. He said calmly, "A mermaid's greatest asset is her singing."

Rong Yue didn't refute his point. After a moment's hesitation, he made a decision: "My family has testing machines. As long as you can prove your talent, I will consider investing."

Wei Sushen suddenly chuckled: "There's no need to go through so much trouble. Why not try it yourself?"

Rong Yue frowned.

Wei Sushen's deep voice had a persuasive power: "Only by experiencing it yourself can you know its value."

Although these words were ambiguous, Rong Yue felt a chill running up his spine.

Fang Shan, who was concentrating on eating fruit, glanced at Wei Sushen and thought to himself, Rong Yue at least treated them to a meal, why did he force them into a desperate situation?

On second thought, the decision-making power is in Rong Yue's hands, so it can't be considered as abandoning the donkey after it has served its purpose.

"Okay." Rong Yue squinted his eyes and said, he wanted to see whether these two people had the capital.

Fang Shan curled his lips slightly...seeking his own death.

There was a hotel next to the restaurant. Since it seemed strange for three men to get a private room, Rong Yue suggested going to a nearby park.

Fang Shan looked at him meaningfully: "I like places like the grove."

The place Rong Yue brought them to was a senior citizen park, and few people came here for a walk once it got dark.

Fang Shan stood very straight, his usual gentle expression becoming somewhat cold and distant. "Let's start now?"

Rong Yue nodded, his tone still tinged with doubt: "I hope you won't let me down."

Fang Shan whispered to Wei Sushen, "I'll sing a line, and you sing a line."

Wei Sushen said "hmm".

No one knew what happened that night except the birds that were startled and flew away in the woods.

Rong Yue had been a graceful young man before entering the park, but by the time he left, he looked like a withered rose. His legs were weak, and he trembled as he walked, holding onto the railing. "I know how to invest. I'll invest as much as I can."

With a trembling heart, Rong Yue said with a gloomy expression: "Your songs belong to the people of the world!"

Fang Shan looked at his expression, which was like a person who had unfortunately fallen into a pit and was determined to drag everyone around him down to suffer with him.