Chapter 77

A young man in his twenties, crying as soon as he said he would.

Some neighbors couldn't help laughing secretly.

"Wipe your tears?"

The young man raised his head, and Chu Yueqing handed him a piece of paper with a smile. He took it, and his stomach started to growl again.

"Didn't you eat enough?" Chu Yueqing stood up, opened the sugar water box and filled a bowl of winter-limited black glutinous rice, osmanthus and lotus root porridge, and turned around with the bowl and put it on the table.

"Eat it."

The young man's face turned red with embarrassment. He looked at the bowl of glutinous, shiny, and steaming glutinous rice porridge on the table and swallowed his saliva.

He felt all over his body, and it was exactly two hundred and ten yuan, just enough for fortune telling.

If he wasn't at the end of his rope, he wouldn't want to risk everything for fortune telling. The remaining ten yuan was intended to buy a few packs of instant noodles to last until payday.

Then there would be no money for breakfast.

Chu Yueqing had already seen his embarrassment and smiled: "I'll treat you to breakfast as a friend."

"Really...really?" The young man seemed to have not felt the kindness of strangers for a long time, and tears welled up in his eyes again.

He wiped his tears with his left and right hands in panic, picked up the bowl and spoon, "Thank...thank you."

Chu Yueqing was wearing a white ruffled chiffon shirt today, and the bell sleeves had a few strands of fluff falling off. When she was making tea, she had a bit of a fairy-like flavor.

After the young man finished eating and solved the problem of breakfast,

she put down the teacup.

The young man wiped his mouth with the tissue he brought with him, and said shyly with a red face: "Master... Master, hello. My friends all say that you are good at fortune-telling, so I came to visit you today."

Chu Yueqing smiled: "Hello."

The young man's face seemed to get even redder, and he lowered his head unconsciously: "My name is Qian Xiuyuan, and my nickname is Lai Fu. My family said that since my last name is Qian, I am not short of money, and my life will be perfect if I have more luck."

Chu Yueqing nodded in agreement: "You are rich and lucky, and your nickname really suits you."

"Suit?" The young man's handsome face showed sadness again, his eyes quickly watered and he sniffed, "How does it suit?"

"My father's wish is to be rich and blessed. But... I can only use one word to describe my life since I came out of society. That is miserable, and two words to describe it are miserable."

"Have you ever experienced the days when three meals a day consisted of white rice porridge and pickles? It was rare to see minced meat for a month."

"Have you ever experienced the days when you slept on an overpass, cars kept passing by on the bridge, and wild cats came to steal food from time to time?"

"I am experiencing all of this."

Many teachers in the neighborhood felt pity for the young man when they heard that he had such a miserable life.

"Yin Gong, whose child is this?"

"Three meals a day are white porridge, how can it be nutritious?"

"That's right."

"Brother, after the fortune telling is over, why don't you go to the master's house for dinner and stew the dragon bones in a big pot to replenish your body!"

Chu Yuening did not interrupt him.

It can be seen that Qian Xiuyuan really needs to vent his emotions.

Qian Xiuyuan was flattered by the enthusiasm of the neighbors and burst into tears again, "Thank you, but it's not just a matter of enjoying life."

He regarded the fortune-telling stall as a place to vent, and the pressure that had been squeezing his heart in the past could finally be relieved.

"I graduated from Hong Kong Polytechnic University. My life ideal is to make online games."

"I want to find a related job after graduation, but the people in my house don't support me. They think making online games is a waste of time. My father even wants me to enter the catering industry. I really can't understand. Why can I only work in the catering industry after graduating from university? We broke out into a fierce quarrel, and finally I chose to run away from home."

Some neighbors pondered the new term online game.

Online games?

Isn't it just playing games on the computer?

At present, electronic game machines are everywhere in the streets and alleys of Hong Kong. Whether it is colleagues or classmates, they all make appointments to play games in groups after work. Who would play games on a boring computer?

Such a comparison.

Many neighbors who are already fathers understand Qian Xiuyuan's father, and from time to time someone speaks out to persuade him.

"Online game? The internet has only been around for a few years in Hong Kong, and people mainly chat on forums. Online games are too unpopular."

"I'm going to die when I hear that."

"Everyone plays video games now, and online games only have one keyboard, so how can you play them? Even if you make them, they won't be popular." "There are

top talents in every profession. The restaurant industry has a stable income, and if you work for a long time, you can get promoted, and the salary is not bad. To be honest, everyone in Hong Kong is a graduate student now, and they are all masters and doctors. Talent is not scarce in universities."

"Yes, I saw a master's degree on a construction site last time."

"Let's talk about it. People who have been there must have some truth in what they say. After all, your father is several decades older, and he has certainly experienced more than you have."

"Online games really have no future. If you really want to make games, you might as well make electronic games."

"Yeah, brother, listen to everyone, otherwise you will end up with nothing."

The voices of persuasion became louder and louder.

Qian Xiuyuan explained slowly.

"I haven't started my own business yet, so I don't have any capital. But online games are indeed more difficult than I imagined. There are only a few studios in Hong Kong. I finally found a company to intern, and the salary is only 1,500 yuan without food and accommodation."

Chu Yue was surprised.

With 1,500 yuan a month in Hong Kong, it is really hard to imagine what kind of life Qian Xiuyuan lived.

"For three meals a day, I can only eat white porridge and pickled vegetables."

Qian Xiuyuan felt nauseous when he thought of the days of eating white porridge and pickled vegetables for half a year. "If I eat more, it will either turn into pickled vegetables or white porridge."

Qian Xiuyuan sighed quietly, "Even when I sleep under the overpass, there are beggars who come to snatch my quilt in the middle of the night."

God knows how devastated he was when he was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night and saw the comfortable big quilt covering the dirty beggar next to him.

"I have neither money nor happiness." Qian Xiuyuan sighed more and more as he spoke, with tears of bitterness in his eyes. "All I have is a miserable life. My boss is mean and sarcastic. Even people from the company across the street laugh in private when they see me and how miserable I am."

"Master, what does the nickname Lai Fu represent for me?"

"I feel that my life is full of darkness and there is no end in sight."

The neighbors continued to persuade him, trying to persuade the brave prodigal son to turn back.

"It's really hard to survive in Hong Kong with only 1,500 yuan."

"The grandmas who sell street garbage make more than 1,500 yuan a month. Listen to us and admit your mistakes to your father."

After hearing this, an elderly uncle advised, "Young man, you were also your age. It's okay to be arrogant and have dreams, but you have to return to reality and consider the actual situation. Bow your head to your father, at least you don't have to sleep on the overpass."

"You can still eat white porridge with pickled vegetables now, but I'm afraid you won't even have pickled vegetables after a while."

Qian Xiuyuan remembered his father's resolute attitude when he quarreled with his father. He shook his head angrily: "Even if I die, I will never bow to him."

"Online games are the future trend, I am not wrong."

Although he is thin, he seems to be full of strength because of his belief.

But at this moment.

Chu Yueqing found that there was a faint black gas on Qian Xiuyuan's head, but it was sometimes visible and sometimes disappeared.

He...

would actually commit suicide?

So, she asked with concern: "The salary is low, but it is also a job you like. Did something happen at work?"

Qian Xiuyuan thought of a mess at work and burst into tears again.

"Originally, the salary was low, so I thought I could tolerate it. But... the boss is really too much. There are five people in the company, and the other employees have nothing to do, but the boss always assigns things to me alone."

"I serve tea and water."

"I sweep and mop the floor."

"I write programs and find loopholes."

The more Qian Xiuyuan thought about it, the more powerless he felt. "I feel like a horse that can go anywhere. The boss pulls the reins and tells me to go wherever I want. I want to make games, not just do chores."

"That's not all. There's also cold violence."

Qian Xiuyuan closed his eyes. "He forms cliques. Whenever the other four colleagues, including the boss, see me enter the company, they stop talking and chat immediately and won't join in no matter what."

"Except when he asks me to do things, the boss never listens to me seriously at other times."

"And..." Qian Xiuyuan hesitated for a while, and finally said, "The people in the company opposite are also very strange. Every time I get out of the elevator or pass by the door of their company, everyone will stare at me and whisper."

Qian Xiuyuan became sensitive. He

pulled his clothes uncomfortably.

"Or, they think I'm poor. Or, they think it's weird that I keep to myself."

Anyway, no matter what.

He began to feel very uncomfortable.

The burden of work, the isolation of colleagues, the strange looks of people around him, the unrealized ideals. Everything made him breathless.

Qian Xiuyuan cast his hope forward, "Master, I just want to calculate the future. Will I be successful in the future? Or will I live like this for the rest of my life?"

He wanted to find a goal and motivation for himself.

Chu Yueqing didn't even need to count on her fingers. With the popularity of online games in the future, the person who can persevere will definitely succeed.

But

Qian Xiuyuan's timing was wrong and his vision was too far ahead. Before the Internet became popular in every household, he had already failed many times.

Chu Yueqing told him the result of the fortune-telling.

As expected, Qian Xiuyuan fell into decline.

"However, life is not as difficult as you think." Chu Yueqing pinched her fair and slender fingers, then looked at Qian Xiuyuan, "You are destined to be rich, so you should not lack money, right? Moreover, the Fude Palace is full, and your parents also had more than enough food."

"Huh...huh?" Qian Xiuyuan didn't understand, "Parents had more than enough food? My family is very poor. My parents make money by doing hard labor. We only have a shabby house in the countryside. We have no money and no surplus food."

Chu Yueqing shook her head, "You have plenty of land and houses, and your family has no shortage of houses. You have money, food and houses, which means that you are actually... a rich second generation." With

a loud shout.

The neighbors, including Qian Xiuyuan, were all stunned. How could

a young man who could only eat cabbage and pickled vegetables and had to sleep under the overpass be a rich second-generation?

How could it be possible!

A neighbor asked if Qian Xiuyuan had misreported his horoscope and had mistakenly reported the horoscope of a rich second-generation.

Qian Xiuyuan also confirmed it again and again, and was stunned after confirming that it was correct.

"Master, did you calculate it wrong? How could my family be rich? As far as I can remember, my family has never bought new furniture. My parents do hard labor and only have the opportunity to eat delicious food during festivals."

Everything about the family situation did not match that of a wealthy family.

"Your family is rich." Chu Yueqing paused for a moment and counted on her fingers, "In your childhood memory, did your parents say twice that they would stay in the restaurant to help the boss and leave you to the care of the neighbors, and ended up going out for half a month?"

"Once when I was ten, and once when I was twelve."

Qian Xiuyuan remembered that such a thing really happened.

He didn't expect Chu Yueqing to be able to calculate so much, and nodded in panic: "They said they were busy, but they didn't say when they would return home. I later went to the restaurant to find the boss, and the boss said that my parents would be transferred to another place to help."

Chu Yueqing put down his hand: "They were indeed busy at the time, because they were busy expanding the business and opening branches abroad. Half a month was the fastest time they could rush back."

Qian Xiuyuan was shocked: ???

Chu Yueqing looked at Qian Xiuyuan who still looked unbelievable, and the looming black air on him, and stood up.

"How about this. Take me to your company first. Let's confirm some things first, and then we will know your real family situation."

"Master...maybe you made a mistake. My parents are honest farmers. They are frugal and reluctant to change their tattered clothes. They can't be rich businessmen."

Qian Xiuyuan didn't believe that his family was rich at all. He even said that the horoscope was wrong and he wanted to go home to confirm it again.

Chu Yue shook her head.

"Whether it was wrong or not, you will know after you go there."

Although Qian Xiuyuan didn't know what the workplace had to do with the family situation, he saw the master's determined look. He decided to go anyway.

Qian Xiuyuan's workplace was in a commercial building in Yau Ma Tei, not far from Temple Street.

Many enthusiastic neighbors followed him to watch the excitement.

Some even discussed in a low voice.

"You guys, is that brother really a rich second generation?"

"If he is really a rich second generation, his family has been poor for more than 20 years, so he must know it, right?"

"So, I think it's more likely that brother gave the wrong fortune."

The neighbors were all intrigued by the brother's true background.

When they arrived at the place.

Chu Yueqing did not let Qian Xiuyuan go into the company first, but asked: "Where is the company that you often ridiculed you?"

Qian Xiuyuan pointed casually.

Everyone looked over and saw a huge plaque hanging on the opposite company, with a few golden characters on it: Xiangxin Catering Management Enterprise Company.

You can talk about it.

As long as you are a local in Hong Kong, no one does not know the name of Xiangxin Catering.

Founded in 1956, Heung Sum Catering is a well-known catering company in Hong Kong that has been popular for more than 40 years. It integrates a variety of cuisines, including Chinese, Asian, Western, and fast food. Not only does it have a large number of chain stores in Hong Kong, but its business has even expanded to many European and American countries such as the United Kingdom and the United States.

It is also a well-known Chinese cuisine brand overseas.

When such a large company selects senior employees, there are very strict conditions, and employees sitting in the office will naturally be more cultured.

Will there really be a situation of ridicule?

Thinking of Qian Xiuyuan's complaints, the uncle who had previously persuaded people asked: "I also have nephews who work in Xiangxin, and they never look down on anyone. Are you too suspicious?"

"No." Qian Xiuyuan shook his head firmly, "Every time I pass by the door, they will stop to look at me, and there will even be three or two whispering and discussing."

"If I'm overly concerned, then why do they stop every time they see me?"

Chu Yuening nodded thoughtfully and smiled sideways, "Do you want to know what they are discussing? In this way... you do what I say."

Half an hour later.

Qian Xiuyuan appeared at Xiangxin Company carrying two large bags of Yuanyang milk tea. His palms were wet while he was carrying the plastic bags, and his steps were a little erratic.

Think of what you need to do later.

He was frightened and nervous.

As the uncle said, Xiangxin Catering is a large enterprise. Will he be kicked out if he barges in?

Sure enough, as soon as Qian Xiuyuan pushed open the glass door of Xiangxin Company, the noisy environment of the office suddenly became quiet.

The employees all stared at Qian Xiuyuan, just like usual, looking at him with expressionless faces.

Qian Xiuyuan suppressed his nervousness, put the Yanyan milk tea on the table and tried to force a smile, "My...my dad asked...asked me to bring some milk tea for you."

He didn't know why the master asked him to say that.

But the master actually taught him, so there must be some truth.

Qian Xiuyuan is now worried that the people of Xiangxin Company will grab a broom and beat him out.

In the weird atmosphere, a manager-level man from Xiangxin came over. Qian Xiuyuan thought that someone was coming to scold him for disturbing his work, so he closed his eyes tremblingly.

He grabbed his trouser pocket nervously, thinking about how to explain who his father was and why he came back to deliver milk tea.

Suddenly,

his arm was patted.

Qian Xiuyuan opened his eyes.

The manager opened the plastic bag and distributed milk tea to his subordinates one by one. He also took a cup and inserted a straw, saying with a smile.

"Why deliver it in person? Give me a call and I'll pick up the same."

The next moment,

the originally quiet office suddenly became noisy like boiling water, and the subordinates who received the milk tea from the night sky all thanked Qian Xiuyuan with joy.

"Wow, Yanyan milk tea is my favorite."

"Great, there's also stocking milk tea."

"Ah, drink it! I want ten cups!"

Qian Xiuyuan didn't quite understand why the people at Xiangxin were so enthusiastic, and they were not as cold as usual. Didn't they even think it was rude for a stranger to bring in milk tea?

The manager grabbed the straw of the Yanyan milk tea and stirred it, leaning against the table and opening his heart, "That's right, how can a father and son hold a grudge overnight?"

"Look at these gossipers."

The manager pointed at the employees who were listening attentively and taught them a lesson, "Every time you pass by the company gate, they see you and place a bet on when you and your father will reconcile."

Qian Xiuyuan was stunned, and looked at the Xiangxin employees who were looking at the sky and the sky.

So...

"Every time I passed by, they stared at me in a weird mood, just betting on when my father and I would reconcile?"

Big companies are also so gossipy?

No...

How do they know his family affairs?

"Yes."

Seeing Qian Xiuyuan take the initiative to send milk tea, the manager thought that the father and son had reconciled, and said with a smile, "Since the father and son have reconciled, I also congratulate the young master in advance for coming back to inherit the family business."