In the past two days, the people in Class 7 always looked at Fu Jie strangely, especially those who got along well with Fu Jie. When they looked at Fu Jie, they seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if they wanted to say something but didn't dare to.

But Fu Jie himself was clueless and continued to joke around all day, eating, drinking and having fun.

Until this day.

Some friends got together and invited Fu Jie to have dinner. When they sat down at the restaurant, Fu Jie was stunned. They said they wanted to have hotpot, but the base was green pepper, baby cabbage, celery, broccoli, okra, and smashed cucumber.

What the hell is this???

Fu Jie looked puzzled: "Is today some kind of Monk Festival? Has his mother changed to a vegetarian diet?"

Several people around looked at each other, and one of them bravely stood up and said to Fu Jie, blinking and using various eye signals: "Brother Jie, don't you see anything when you look at these?"

Fu Jie: "I don't see a damn thing. Can you be any more stingy? I'm treating you to Kobe beef, and you're treating me to grass, right?"

The man looked very disappointed and slapped his thigh: "No, Brother Jie! Look at the colors of these!"

He sounded anxious, feeling that the answers to his riddles were already laid out on the surface.

Fu Jie looked at the man as if he was an idiot: "Nonsense, it's green."

"Brother Jie, these vegetables are now the same color as the top of your head..."

Fu Jie frowned. His mind was confused for a moment and he really didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

The riddle never makes the answer clear. Someone nearby couldn't stand it any longer. He clicked his tongue, rushed out, and said it bluntly: "It means you're being cheated on, Brother Jie! In the past few days, Sheng Yuan, the exchange student from Tengya, hasn't come to see you. He always goes with the top student in the grade!"

As soon as the words fell, the box fell into silence.

Fu Jie's face turned ugly, not the kind of ugly that came from anger, but the kind of ugly that came from panic.

The next second, he raised his leg and kicked the man hard: "What the hell are you talking about - are you so bold as to spread rumors about me?!"

"What a rumor, Brother Jie," the man fell to the ground after being kicked, wailing in pain, holding his butt with a bitter face: "Are you and that exchange student not--"

Fu Jie's voice was extremely firm: "Of course not!"

Fu Jie was so angry that he kicked the man again. No one could stop him. "I'm warning you! Watch your mouth! If these rumors get to Sheng Yuan, I'm dead!"

It was everyone's turn to be dumbfounded. They had never expected Fu Jie to react like this. How could the development of the matter be different from what they thought? ! Fu Jie asked with a very serious expression: "Besides you, who else is saying these words?!"

"Most of the people in our class..."

"Hurry up! Call! Send a message! I don't care what method you use, just clarify! Sheng Yuan and I are not like that at all! Damn! Hurry up! If I hear something like this again, I'll show you how I'm going to deal with you! Do you hear me?!"

"I know, I know, Brother Jie!"

Suddenly, everyone in the box began to frantically take out their cell phones.

Fu Jie was tired of kicking people, so he found a chair to lean on and take a break, but he kept swearing at this group of people in his mind.

Idiots! A bunch of idiots! Him and Sheng Yuan? Even if he had a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to do it, okay?

Fu Jie panted and looked up. The crystal ceiling light in the box shone down, making his vision and thoughts become hazy.

He couldn't help but think of the scene three years ago -

The Fu family is a well-known and wealthy family in Chaohe District.

But just three years ago, the Fu family did not have the status and reputation it has now.

At that time, the Fu family was facing a precarious crisis of decline.

Going back hundreds of years or even earlier, the Fu family made a living by investigating and collecting private information of wealthy families, and specialized in serving some influential families. What they did could not be seen in the open and could only be done in secret.

With the development of the times, the Fu family was gradually eliminated by the aristocratic families.

The head of the Fu family at that time, Fu Jie's great-grandfather, decided to lead the family to change their livelihood and started running dance halls and teahouses.

But after all, he had never been exposed to this kind of business. He learned everything halfway through and knew only half of it. It is also possible that the Fu family members were not born to do business. When the family business was passed down to Fu Jie's father's generation, there was not much left.

Although Fu Jie now lives in a luxurious villa of several hundred square meters and looks like a real rich boy, there was a time when he had to live in a slum building of less than 30 square meters.

Due to poor cash flow and poor bar management, all the family's original assets were either used as collateral or to repay loans. Father Fu returned home and sighed all day long.

After struggling hard not to see his father's family business destroyed in his hands, Mr. Fu could no longer hold on and made up his mind to transfer all the stores.

On the day when the staff were dismissed, the bar, which was about to close, welcomed an uninvited guest.

"How much does it cost?"

These were the first words of the uninvited guest.

Fu Jie was just a student at the time and couldn't help his family at all. He felt bad seeing his parents exhausted. When they were dismissed, he sat in one of the seats in silence.

Hearing the noise, he raised his head and looked.

It was a clear female voice, a slightly immature female voice, and she sounded young.

As expected, the owner of the voice was a young girl with a childish face. However, no one knew what she had been through. Her delicate little face, which was the size of a palm, had a pointed chin and was pale, and her slender figure was shaky.

Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes were like an ice pond, and the whole person looked lifeless, with a forced maturity in his eyes that was inconsistent with his lively age.

She looked at Father Fu with a blank expression and asked again: "How much does it cost?"

How much money it would take to get their bar up and running again.

Father Fu looked confused. Looking at such a young girl, he was a little puzzled and asked, "Child, are you hungry? How about uncle make you something to eat?"

Fu Jie also thought that the girl was a mentally ill person, otherwise, why would she say such things.

The closure of their bar was an established fact, and it was not something a little girl could have any say in.

So Fu Jie stood up, walked around the bar, found a bag of bread, prepared to give it to her, let her eat it, and then leave.

At that time, Fu Jie had no idea that he would slap himself in the face less than half an hour later.

But you can't blame him, after all -

He really had no idea that a girl about his age could actually take out eight million without blinking an eye.