It was already soaked.
Huang Fuda only had a photocopy of the original contract, while the seller claimed they couldn't even find a photocopy. Huang Fuda lacked all the required land-related documents, and was thus forced to suspend operations.
What about the other shops around here?
"Those who built their own two-story houses and lived there were fine. As for the other shops, they were also fined, just asked to pay some fines. But we don't have contracts or evidence, Mr. Huang. They just ordered us to stop operating."
This year's global economic crisis has already made things difficult for the domestic hotel industry, and Yundao is no exception. Yundao's current profitability is largely due to the sudden surge in tourism in Xianye. The hotels in the neighboring city, which weren't making much money and were lucky to have survived, are now facing serious problems, causing Huang Fuda a major headache.
After hanging up the office phone, Huang Fuda immediately thought of Yun Ge. Turning to Yun Ge for help was almost an instinctive reaction for him; as long as it wasn't too difficult, he could get what he wanted by simply going along with him a little.
This matter is rather complicated, and he's unsure if Yun Ge will help him. Huang Fuda first contacted the person in charge he had previously sought an audience with in the neighboring city, but they only said it was an official matter. After much deliberation, he finally called Yun Ge. He made three or four calls and sent several WeChat messages, but received no reply.
That's true. Young Master Yun's group is very busy and he doesn't have time, so I can only go to your house to find you in person.
Upon arriving at the Yun family's villa, the butler informed them that the old master's memory was confused and his mental state was not good; he was currently receiving treatment at the hospital. As for young master Yun, seeing that the old master was not home, he would not be returning to stay there.
When asked if Yun Ge had been in Xianye recently, the butler said yes. When asked where Yun Ge had been staying recently, the butler said he didn't know.
Huang Fuda found nothing at the villa, so he decided to give it a try and followed his memory to a house in downtown Yunge. He unlocked the keypad and waited inside until dawn, but Yunge still hadn't returned.
It's no surprise; he owns so many houses, how could he possibly live in this one?
But the day after tomorrow is Xiaofeng's death anniversary, and Yunge will definitely make time to visit Xiaofeng's grave.
Huang Fuda got home just before dawn. He changed his clothes, walked to the television, picked up the photo frame, and gently stroked the photograph.
You'll help me, won't you?
He spoke softly to the photo frame.
The boy in the photo frame is smiling brightly, but the house is empty.
The driver, Xiao Zhang, who had gone home to visit a sick family member, returned the next day.
"Brother Da, did I make it in time?"
"Okay, pick me up at 7 a.m. tomorrow, let's go see Xiaofeng." Huang Fuda sat in his office, with Xiao Zhang, who looked travel-worn, standing opposite him.
Why so early this year?
"We are waiting for Yun Ge."
“Oh,” Xiao Zhang continued, “I’ll go in and scan it and then I’ll leave. Da Ge, I’ll call you if you need it.”
Huang Fuda grunted and waved for him to leave, but then suddenly called Xiao Zhang back halfway down the road.
"Just send anyone over tonight."
The renovation of Yunquanhui is no small project. Both of the two buildings currently under construction have suspended operations. Huang Fuda went to the construction site in the evening to take a look before returning to his suite in Yundao to wait for people to arrive.
After washing up, he changed into loose pajamas, relaxed his body, and sank into the bed, waiting for someone to come and hold him so he could have a good sleep.
The knocking finally sounded. Huang Fuda walked to the door, opened it, and a tall, handsome young man appeared.
How could it be him?!
Fang Chuan was also surprised. After having dinner at home, he received a message from the driver, Xiao Zhang, saying that Huang Fuda had asked him to come to the hotel at 10 p.m.
He wanted to refuse, but his hand moved of its own accord and he agreed. When the time came, he pretended to be asleep and secretly ran away from home.
Huang Fuda looked at Fang Chuan and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Didn't you ask Brother Zhang to pick me up?" Fang Chuan asked, puzzled.
Huang Fuda suddenly felt a headache coming on. What was he going to do about Xiao Zhang?
Xiao Zhang is also innocent. You only said you'd find anyone, but isn't Fang Chuan your new love? When he injured his foot, you specifically asked me to take care of him. After his foot healed, you immediately went to his house and slept with him. Who knew you two would break up? You didn't even tell me.
Huang Fuda left the door ajar, exchanged glances with Fang Chuan, and said helplessly, "He made a mistake. I'll have him take you back again."
Even if Fang Chuan was slow to realize, he would eventually realize that something was wrong, but he didn't want to leave. He didn't want to make room for other cats and dogs.
Fang Chuan pushed the door open completely, walked in, closed the door, and asked with a half-smile, "Then find another one?"
"If they can do it, so can I."
Fang Chuan moved closer to Huang Fuda, looked up at him, and said, "Didn't you say I was a dish that looked pretty good?" He placed his hand on Huang Fuda's lower back and slowly moved it downwards.
"I can eat it very well too."
The clothes beneath his palm were soft, still warm from Huang Fuda's body. Fang Chuan followed the curve of the mound halfway down, but his hand was caught.
“I’m still working with President Wu, so it’s not appropriate for me to sleep with her son like this.”
Fang Chuan felt a little scared when he heard his mother's name, but only for a few seconds. His mother didn't know he was here. Thinking of this, Fang Chuan immediately became tough.
"My mom won't know."
As Fang Chuan spoke, he leaned forward to kiss him, but was suddenly turned 180 degrees and a large hand covered his back.
"If you're looking for something, you've come to the wrong place. I'm not in the mood today." Huang Fuda smiled politely at Fang Chuan, who turned around in surprise, and started to push Fang Chuan out the door.
Fang Chuan straightened his back to resist Huang Fuda's hand, braced himself with his feet to stand firmly, and hurriedly said, "I don't want to! Who said I wanted to! I'll do whatever they do, I'll even stay up all night fanning you!"
Seeing his shameless attitude, Huang Fuda felt even more tired, so he simply ignored him, went to bed, turned off the light, and lay down.
Seeing that he had turned off the light, Fang Chuan stood at the door, unsure of what to do. So he tiptoed into the bathroom, washed up, wrapped himself in a towel, and came out to stand by the bed.
He lingered by the bed, wanting to get on but not daring to. His boss, Mr. Huang, kept his eyes closed and didn't even look at him. His legs went numb from standing, and his bare upper body felt chilly. Fang Chuan finally mustered up the courage to climb onto the bed from the other side. Seeing that Huang Fuda didn't react, he quickly crawled back under the covers, throwing the bath towel out in the process.
Mr. Huang still didn't react.
Fang Chuan crawled inside and stayed still for a while, then started to roll around. As he rolled, he ended up next to Boss Huang, their arms and legs touching.
Fang Chuan was finally satisfied. He quietly raised his eyes to look at Boss Huang in the darkness, and then closed his eyes as well.
College students sleep so well, they fall asleep the moment their heads hit the pillow.
Huang Fuda opened his eyes upon hearing the even breathing sounds coming from beside him.
Why can't I shake this kid off?
The next day, Huang Fuda woke up before the alarm even went off. In his arms was Fang Chuan's naked body; the two were embracing each other tightly, like conjoined twins.
He gently pulled away from Fang Chuan's arm and went to wash up. After washing up, he saw that most of Fang Chuan's body was exposed to the air, so he went over and pulled the blanket up for him.
It was a cloudy day. Huang Fuda waited all morning in front of Xiao Feng's grave with an umbrella, but Yun Ge didn't come. He asked Xiao Zhang to bring him some food and then told him to go back, while he continued to wait in front of the tombstone.
When he got tired of standing, he sat down leaning against the monument. When it started to rain, he had to stand up again, holding his umbrella.
The wind grew stronger, blowing raindrops onto his body, leaving varying shades of rain stains on his shirt.
Yun Ge must be really busy; it's already 4 PM and he still hasn't arrived. Huang Fuda stood in the rain, completely soaked except for his dry hair.
I should have worn a raincoat.
The white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone were wilted by the rain. He squatted down and shared an umbrella with the flowers. Rainwater streamed down the umbrella like a fine beaded curtain, and he looked at the words on the tombstone through the beaded curtain.
Tomb of Aiko Yunfeng.
Huang Fuda raised his hand to wipe the water droplets off the photo on the tombstone, muttering, "Xiao Feng, why isn't your brother here yet? Has he forgotten about you?"
"Grandpa's mind is getting increasingly unclear. He's been in the hospital recently and probably won't be able to come today. Don't blame him."
"Since you know he's in the hospital, why don't you go see him?" Yun Ge's voice came from behind.
Huang Fuda turned around, stood up, held up the umbrella that was no longer of any use, and smiled at Yun Ge.
"Brother, you didn't tell me where Grandpa is either."
Yung took the flowers from his secretary and placed them next to Huang Fuda's bouquet, which had been battered by the rain for a long time. He said, "You waited for me because of the land over there."
"Brother, please help me."
Why should I help you?
The rain grew heavier, so heavy that it was difficult to hear each other's voices. Huang Fuda approached Yun Ge and pleaded, "Please help me for Xiao Feng's sake."
Yun Ge's gaze shifted from Huang Fuda's soaked clothes to Huang's pale face, which was somewhat shriveled from the cold: "If it weren't for his sake, do you think you would have had the chance to talk to me?"
"Young Master Yun, look at me." Huang Fuda threw away his umbrella and grabbed Yun Ge's hand, wanting to rub it to warm it up as usual, but at this moment his hand was colder than Yun Ge's, and Yun Ge's eyes were colder than usual.
"Huang An, everything comes at a price. Do you really think your body is that valuable?"
Huang An, it's been a long time since anyone called him that.
Yung pulled his hand away and continued, "I've given you a suggestion; think it over before you speak."
This is forcing him to agree to the 40% profit. In the future, the 40% profit of Fairy Leaf Cloud Island will be twice the profit of the neighboring island. This deal is really not worthwhile.
Huang Fuda swept the wet hair that was sticking to his forehead back, revealing sharp eyes. Raindrops streamed down his face like tears. He smiled and said, "Young Master Yun, could you please help me buy some time?"
As expected, Huang An got what he wanted.
He followed behind Yun Ge, whose secretary followed behind Huang Fuda, the secretary considerately holding an umbrella for Huang Fuda.
Actually, there's no need for that; he was already soaked through.
The secretary didn't get in the car; he stood a few meters away, holding an umbrella.
The rain was so heavy, pounding on the car roof and sliding down the windows. Yunfeng's tombstone was washed clean by the rain.
Xiao Feng, look, 9 years, only worth 9 years.
Huang Fuda lay at home, taking a short rest; he didn't have much time to wallow in self-pity.
Since he couldn't get through to Yun Ge, he had to try his luck with the truck drivers. But the trip recorders were deemed unrepairable by the technical department, so he could only pin his hopes on Bao Rongxiang.
He took out his phone, intending to contact Bao Rongxiang again. Huang Fuda's finger swiped across the screen, but among a sea of work messages, one unread message popped up, seemingly out of place.
[Mr. Huang, you're up so early!]
[Is Mr. Huang working? He looks so tired. Let me bring you some food.]
[Mr. Huang, you're not in the office? Did you go out for a business dinner? I put your lunch in your office fridge.]
Drink less alcohol, or you'll get a stomachache again.
Are you still at work?
I'm so hungry! Boss, have you eaten yet? If not, want to eat together?
The shirt I ordered for you arrived. When are you free? I'll bring it to you.
That brat.
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