Chapter 141 You are not An Fusheng, yes, I am not him.
"Cooking skills? Cooking skills account for less than 30% of a restaurant's success," He Zhi said.
“But I’m still running Star Cafeteria.” An Fusheng did have his own thoughts when he wrote this proposal, “and I’m still its only chef.”
"Do you think you are crucial to it, that it can't do without you, so you have a responsibility to protect it? Are you in business or doing charity? If you want to do charity, then just focus on doing your current job well, why bother with all this planning?"
An Fusheng remained silent for a long time, "I admit I have feelings for it, but that's not a reason for me to develop it. Actually, it's not that I can't live without it, it's that the orphanage can't live without it. Without it, Xingchen Orphanage might not exist anymore, and the children in the orphanage..."
Are you An Fusheng?
He Zhi's question caught An Fusheng off guard, causing his heart to skip a beat and his breath to catch in his throat. He stared blankly at He Zhi, "What...do you mean?"
His expression was serious, and his tone was very firm: "You are not An Fusheng."
An Fusheng took a few quick breaths to get enough oxygen, and said in a trembling voice, "What...what are you saying?"
“A person’s personality is innate and cannot be changed even if they lose their memory. You are too soft-hearted. A small workshop with little presence and a few children from an orphanage can influence your business. You can’t be him.”
An Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head heavily.
Tears streamed down my face, one drop at a time, hitting my shoes and then scattering everywhere.
Finally, someone discovered it.
The invisible pressure on my heart eased, but a bitter taste crept in.
An Fusheng remained silent for a long, long time, then said with a do-or-die attitude, "Yes, I am not him."
"Who are you?" He Zhi questioned.
"Who am I? I am also An Fusheng." An Fusheng gave a sorrowful laugh.
“But I’ve almost forgotten who I am. Every day people call my name, but they’re not calling me. They praise my cooking skills, but they’re not praising me. They say they like me, but they actually like someone else. I’m An Fusheng too, but they can’t see me. I don’t like this feeling at all.” An Fusheng was extremely aggrieved.
He never expected that a casual bluff would lead to such a huge incident. Although he had always been suspicious and had done a lot of verification—two people looking exactly alike, one of whom had disappeared without a trace, and the other living under his identity—it was hard not to suspect a conspiracy. But in his eyes, the person in front of him seemed completely innocent. He really couldn't figure out what kind of conspiracy was involved. "What is your purpose?"
An Fusheng was so immersed in his long-suppressed grievances that he couldn't pull himself out. He not only asked him several questions seriously, but he also ignored him completely. He broke down and said, "I didn't bully you! Why are you crying!"
An Fusheng was already feeling wronged when He Zhi actually yelled at him. Since He Zhi already knew, An Fusheng was too lazy to pretend anymore and just went all out, yelling back at He Zhi: "You didn't bully me? You dare to say you didn't bully me? The first time I went to your company, I got on the wrong bus and was a few minutes late, and you deducted all my salary. You made me buy you coffee without asking, deliberately making me run around again and again. You dare to say you weren't bullying me?"
At that time, An Fusheng had only been working at Hezhi's company for three months. Hezhi was busy running around every day and didn't have much time to get to know him. An Fusheng explained everything with a single sentence about amnesia. He was still the same person, and Afu recognized him. He felt something was wrong, but he had no other way to verify it, so he could only suppress him again and again to see how he would react. In his mind, his employees would not be punching bags.
Fortunately, he had to go out in a hurry that day, and by the time he came back, he had already run away. Otherwise, he would definitely have tried to suppress him again.
After realizing that the person in front of him was not cunning, he felt a little regretful and now lacked confidence: "...Didn't I transfer your salary to you later? I also gave you a bonus and paid you back for the coffee."
An Fusheng wiped away his tears, "It's only right to pay back debts, why are you bullying me!"
He almost fell for his tricks, but quickly realized what he meant: "Paying back debts is a matter of course. Did you ever work for me? Do I owe you wages? I haven't even settled accounts with you for fraudulently claiming wages. You have to return all your wages and bonuses!"
An Fusheng: "Don't even think about it!"
Earning money through work is very tiring for the body. He has taken on the burden of physical strain, so why should he say that the wages are not his?
He won't pay it back.
He was almost amused by his childishness, "Are you a primary school student?"
“I’m not!” An Fusheng shouted confidently, but then he suddenly remembered that he had attended Tsinghua University, and his confidence plummeted. He said very seriously, “I’m a junior high school student.”
I also received nine years of compulsory education.
More than that: "..." Where did this idiot come from?
Are you saying I'm stupid?
More than that: "..."
An Fusheng was all too familiar with He Zhi's gaze; in his past life, someone would look at him like that every day, and it was the most annoying thing ever.
An Fusheng glared angrily at He Zhi.
He was racking his brains, trying to crush An Fusheng's arrogance in one fell swoop, when suddenly his stomach cramped, his thoughts snapped. He was so hungry. He had gotten up a little late this morning and hadn't had breakfast before going out to work. He had been busy until now, and he had finally managed to eat. But this guy showed up uninvited and showed him a bunch of messy plans, tempting him with a 20% discount on employee meals. He only ate a couple of bites. Now, it was clearly him impersonating someone else, and when he questioned him, he actually dared to argue?
This is utterly upside down!
He was so angry that he picked up the rice bowl and shoveled a few mouthfuls of rice into it. Then, chewing on a mouthful of delicious food, he glared back at An Fusheng. If it weren't for the fact that An Fusheng's cooking suited his taste, he wouldn't care whether An Fusheng opened a restaurant or not.
...
The food was so delicious! Even though it was a little cold, it was still very tasty, especially the loofah stewed with free-range chicken. The broth was so flavorful, and when poured over the rice, I wanted to eat more after just one bite. I couldn't stop eating it, and I finished the whole dinner.
During the mealtime, An Fusheng gradually calmed down. He regretted arguing with He Zhi. What should he do if He Zhi got angry and wouldn't revise the plan for him?
After eating, my mind gradually cleared up, and I finally regained my sense of reason. There was no point in arguing with the person in front of me. The most important thing was to figure out who he was, where he came from, what his motives were in impersonating someone else, where the real An Fusheng was, and whether he was in danger.
He not only took the clean rice bowl outside to wash it and put it back in the sterilizer, but also walked up to An Fusheng, looking down at him and asking, "Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you impersonating someone else? Where did the original An Fusheng go?"
Upon hearing the words "impersonating someone else," An Fusheng felt a surge of anger. Who would want to impersonate someone else?
Upon closer reflection, An Fusheng realized that he had indeed been impersonating someone else, and that He Zhi needed his help. He couldn't afford to upset He Zhi, so An Fusheng decided to tell He Zhi the truth: he didn't like being someone else at all.
An Fusheng asked He Zhi, "Do you believe in science or superstition?"
More than that: "What do you think?"
"Forget it, whether he believes it or not, it's the truth and I didn't make it up," An Fusheng said. "Actually, I traveled from another time."
He looked at An Fusheng with disdain, "What year was it popular to read time-travel novels in junior high? How good were they that you're still acting like a teenager? I never saw anyone reading them when I was in junior high."
An Fusheng wanted to continue explaining, but he couldn't help but retort: "It's only become popular in recent years. It wasn't around when you were in junior high school."
More than that: "..."
An Fusheng continued to jab at He Zhi's lungs: "Judging from your age, when you were in junior high school, old-fashioned martial arts novels were popular."
He Zhi, who actually read some old-fashioned martial arts novels in junior high school, was more than just “…”
Those old-fashioned martial arts novels were popular back in his dad's school days! The books he read were all from his dad's collection!
"How old are you!" He Zhi was extremely unconvinced.
An Fusheng: "Eighteen."
He Zhi: "..." Never mind, let him win this time.
He wasn't even bothered to care where An Fusheng came from; his question was, "What did you do to An Fusheng?"
An Fusheng: "How would I know? I already told you I came from another time. I was picking mushrooms on the mountain and I accidentally fell. When I opened my eyes, I was here."
An Fusheng couldn't help but feel aggrieved again: "I don't know anyone here. There's no Fushan Village or my home on the map. What can I do? I can only try my best to survive. I'm grateful to everyone who has helped me in the smallest way. Although I'm impersonating the original owner, I have no choice. I didn't want to come here. I have no ill intentions towards anyone, yet I'm still being bullied for no reason."
More than that: You might as well have just called me by name...
Having vented his anger, An Fusheng became serious: "Whether you believe it or not, what I said is true. If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance footage. That riverside is a night market, so there must be a lot of surveillance cameras. Or how do you want me to prove it to you? Do you remember any markings on your employees? I can show you anything that doesn't involve privacy."
After being reminded by An Fusheng, He Zhi remembered that she had seen a mole on An Fusheng's arm when she interviewed him, right on the sleeve of his short-sleeved shirt. "Roll up your sleeves," An Fusheng said.
An Fusheng didn't ask which way, and coolly rolled up both sleeves, "What do you want to see? See for yourself."
"No."
"What's missing?"
"No mole. My employee has a mole on his arm, and it's not small. It shows when he wears short sleeves. I've seen it."
An Fusheng: "Well... what if he gets it removed? Didn't you say your employees are very image-conscious? Isn't it normal to remove a mole that affects their appearance?"
This is indeed possible. Although removing a mole doesn't cost much, a normal person who doesn't like it might remove it immediately. However, An Fusheng is an orphan who grew up in an orphanage, so he certainly doesn't have much money. If he has some money, he would definitely spend it on things that are important first. He would only deal with a mole that isn't that important when he has enough money. Since An Fusheng came to work for him, he happened to have the money, so it would be reasonable for him to remove it.
He not only remained silent, but he also had no interest in observing his employees' physical condition, so he never paid attention to whether An Fusheng's mole was still there.
After An Fusheng finished speaking, he remembered his important matter. "Aunt Wen and the orphanage have both been kind to me. I can't just stand by and watch the orphanage be shut down without doing anything. Can you help me look at the plan? If my restaurant is doing well, and your company develops and needs to build a canteen, can you contract it to me? I'll even give you a 20% discount. Is that okay?"
More than that: "Do you know how much the average meal allowance is per person when other companies contract to run the employee canteen? Even if you offer a 50% discount, it's still not as cheap as theirs, let alone 20%. You're trying to rip me off."
An Fusheng: "..."
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