Under the night sky.
Zhong Tingyue replied crisply, "I don't want to."
"..." Chu Fang paused, then said seriously, "No, you want to."
"In no mood."
"You think so."
"No."
"you."
“... ..."
For the first time, a look of helplessness appeared on Zhong Tingyue's delicate face: "I think it's okay."
"You want to know? It's too late, I'm not telling you anymore." After being stubborn for less than two seconds, Chu Fang thought for a moment and continued, "Well... in my mind, you are a person who is pure and detached from worldly desires, like a fairy who has fallen to earth, you know?"
Zhong Tingyue remained silent, admiring the night view by the river. Chu Fang chuckled, as if he could sense what she was thinking, and guessed, "Are you wondering if there's a twist in the next sentence? There really is. Through our casual conversation, about what happened with President Huang last Friday, and the analysis of your WeChat Moments..."
"I don't think you're a fairy. You're essentially a girl, a young woman in her early twenties. You seem cold and aloof on the outside, but actually..."
What is it?
"Actually... ...a repressed pervert."
Humans are social animals and cannot survive alone outside of a group.
Zhong Tingyue was no exception.
Beneath her seemingly unassuming exterior lies a passionate heart.
When Chu Fang and his three new colleagues joined the company, they knew nothing about their jobs. Zhong Tingyue provided them with professional training and often took them to work with her, sharing her experiences and insights. The other three new colleagues had also received training from Zhong Tingyue.
She did not give up on Chu Fang either.
Last Friday's dinner with General Manager Huang could have been easily arranged by Zhong Tingyue with a male model or a handsome young man; it wasn't necessary to have Chu Fang.
But why specifically seek out Chu Fang?
Not only did they share the fruits of the project, but they also owed Chu Fang three things.
This is completely unnecessary.
It was obvious that Zhong Tingyue wanted to help him adapt to the company's pace as soon as possible.
"Then do you want to know what image you have in my eyes?" Zhong Tingyue asked without refuting.
"In no mood."
Zhong Tingyue seemed not to hear the reply and continued, "A lazy bum, the kind who's too lazy to even turn over; somewhat handsome, but too narcissistic; his work ability is so-so, did you even study properly in college?"
Chu Fang answered honestly, "No, there really isn't."
Throughout his college years, he was busy squandering money on bars, games, and travel... ...where was he going to study seriously?
Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes and said in a helpless tone, "I remember your hometown is a small rural town. Haven't you ever thought about being ambitious? Settling down in Shanghai, or even buying a car and a house."
"Hey!" Chu Fang waved his hand. "Life is short, so seize the day and enjoy it while you can. Life is only seventy or eighty years long. Once you die, you will be forgotten. I hope to live a happy life. As for money, I really don't have much interest in it."
"Money is good, but enough is sufficient."
With a daily income of ten million, Chu Fang thought, "That's just enough to live on."
Perhaps it's because of his 'cheat code' that he's not short of money; perhaps his parents' carefree personalities influenced him; or perhaps it's just his nature, and Chu Fang's desire for money hasn't reached that indescribable level.
To put it bluntly, he values enjoying life more than making money; he's a complete lazybones.
This is true even without any 'cheats'.
If he hadn't become rich overnight, Chu Fang would have left Shanghai after graduation, returned to his hometown, reclaimed the land that had been abandoned for many years, planted fruits and vegetables, and lived out the rest of his life tending an orchard.
Money and fame are nice to have, but don't force them if you don't have them. They're things you can't take with you when you die, so enjoying the present moment is the most important thing.
Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips and listened quietly.
"Well? Did you notice how philosophical what I said was?" After saying that, Chu Fang asked, "You asked me, so now it's my turn to ask you: what kind of life do you hope for in the future?"
"Buy an apartment in Shanghai."
"You have so little ambition."
Can you afford it?
"What do you mean by 'can afford it'?"
"If you can afford it, then you can afford it."
A gentle breeze swept by, causing Zhong Tingyue's long, straight black hair to sway lightly. She brushed the messy strands of hair in front of her eyebrows behind her ears, but the hair still swayed in the wind. She tried to brush it several times, but to no avail, and the hair continued to swing in the air.
She seemed a little angry and tugged at the hair in front of her forehead.
Seeing this, Chu Fang couldn't help but mutter, "Hey, don't take advantage of having a lot of hair to pull your hair around. Be careful you don't go bald when you get older."
"Just kidding."
Chu Fang was stunned.
Suddenly, he detected a hint of arrogance in Zhong Tingyue's clear voice, as if she were an arrogant princess.
Zhong Tingyue strode away. He slowly came to his senses, shook his head, and without thinking much, followed her.
There are many stalls along the riverbank selling all kinds of products, such as grilled sausages, drinks, toys, dolls, and even fortune telling.
Chu Fang stopped at the fortune-telling stall and stared at the sign:
He was knowledgeable in astronomy, geography, and human affairs.
Beauty and hair services, mole removal and name selection, business planning.
Chu Fang raised an eyebrow: "Master, you're quite proficient in your work."
The fortune teller was a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a Zhongshan suit, with an air of profound mystery.
Zhong Tingyue stepped back a few paces and looked at the fortune teller with him.
"All my skills are top-notch, and I'm honest with everyone, young and old." The fortune teller maintained his aloof demeanor.
Chu Fang sat down: "Then can you help me calculate it?"
"Two hundred yuan per time."
"What if you can't calculate it accurately?"
"I am not a saint, so I cannot give you a precise answer."
"If the prediction is wrong, can you compensate me for one more fortune-telling opportunity?"
"Okay." The fortune teller nodded. "Please scan the code first."
"No rush," Chu Fang refused, and said, "Listen to what I want to calculate first. I want you to calculate whether three cards with the numbers 2, 1, and 6 written on them can be arranged into an integer that is divisible by 43."
Beside her, Zhong Tingyue's lips curved into a perfect smile.
The fortune teller, who had been pinching his knuckles, suddenly stopped, and there was a clear sign that his sunglasses had been lifted.
"Master, can you help me with my fortune telling?"
"Phew..."
The fortune teller exhaled softly, as if suppressing his inner emotional turmoil. He suppressed it with great willpower and said, "I owe you a chance to have a reading. Please tell me what you want to know, limited to marriage, career, and future prospects, not including math problems."
"You can't even calculate accurately in elementary school math, how can you predict marriage and career, Master?"
Does it count?
"Calculate!"
The fortune teller looked at Chu Fang and felt an urge to kill him. He had gotten a fortune telling opportunity for free and was now complaining about him.
Chu Fang chose the method of fortune-telling by writing a character, and neatly wrote a character on a piece of white paper:
install!
The fortune teller took the blank sheet of paper, and began to calculate while muttering to himself.
The calculation was completed in less than ten seconds, and the fortune teller stared at him with a look of surprise.
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