Whose grandson, whose son?
This was the first time in his life he'd been treated like a gigolo, and Fang Chuan was furious. He even considered turning back to find Huang Fuda and throwing the money in his face.
I pulled the car over to the side of the road, and in the chat box, I kept deleting and rewriting, trying to figure out how to respond to such a heinous act.
Just then, a video call came in; it was from his mother.
On the other end of the video call was a well-maintained, elegant middle-aged woman.
"Fang Chuan, if you're not busy, could you help your mother go home and get a project proposal?"
"It should be in the living room on the first floor. The cover says the planning of Laowa District."
Fang Chuan obediently agreed to the video call, temporarily putting Huang Fuda's matter aside, and drove home.
Fang Chuan's parents are both professors at University A. His father is the dean of the School of Computer Science, and his mother is an architect with her own company. She also holds a nominal position as a specially appointed expert at the Urban Planning Bureau.
The planning for Laowa District started a year ago; I'd overheard his mother mention it a few times before. Laowa District has a convenient location, right on the leaf stalk of Xianye City. The plan is to build the tallest building in the country there, offering a panoramic view of the entire leaf. Amusement parks and resorts are also planned for the surrounding area. Being on the edge of the city, Laowa District will face far fewer problems with demolition and reconstruction.
I opened the door to find the house deserted and quiet, with hardly any signs of cooking. There was only a live-in auntie checking the refrigerator, wondering what to cook for dinner.
Every time he returned to this house, he felt uncomfortable. He greeted the aunt and went upstairs to his music room, thinking about renting a well-soundproof place someday and taking his drum set with him.
He didn't linger. He glanced back at his bedroom, then went downstairs, quickly found the documents, and left.
His home was very close to the school, only a 15-minute drive away. He parked his car in front of the architecture school and walked into his mother's office as if he knew the way well.
Her graduate students were still in the office. She handed the project proposal to the students, gave them some instructions, and then asked them to leave. She then asked Fang Chuan to sit next to her.
"You've lost weight since I last saw you more than half a month ago." She stroked Fang Chuan's face and pinched it lightly.
He took his mother's hand away, saying, "The takeout didn't suit my taste, but now that my foot is better, I can cook for myself."
The mention of her foot injury reminded Fang's mother of Huang Fuda, and she frowned.
"Stay away from Huang Fuda, the boss of Yundao."
Fang Chuan agreed.
Thinking that he was just a boss, she figured he wouldn't bother paying attention to Fang Chuan, whom she had only met by chance, and she felt relieved. She said, "Why don't you go see your dad later? You haven't seen him since your foot healed, have you?"
"No, I'll go see him now," Fang Chuan said calmly, his eyes lowered.
Seeing Fang Chuan like this, she didn't say anything more and let him go.
Fang Chuan did indeed obediently go to the Computer Science Department, but he found no one there. According to other teachers, Dean Fang had taken Teacher Bai to a meeting in City B and had just left that afternoon.
He hadn't planned to see them anyway, so this was a happy occasion. Fang Chuan obediently smiled and thanked the teachers, who were giving him either pitying or gloating looks.
He messaged his mother to let her know, and then drove back to his apartment.
He became depressed, his mind filled with thoughts of his parents, Huang Fuda, and that hateful money transfer. He didn't want to eat and just lay on the bed and slept soundly.
Huang Fuda has indeed been dealing with a lot lately, or perhaps not just recently, but over the past few months. Yundao has been maliciously bombarded with negative reviews by competitors—not just one, but every single one. This is a minor issue; he can simply hire people to retaliate.
The real trouble, however, is with Xingyilu. It has been reported that it has hidden cameras installed, and the reports have spread across various platforms, generating considerable buzz.
Huang Fuda himself wouldn't do such a thing, especially since Xingyi Road shop, besides its regular business, also provides other services to big shots. If there were cameras inside, he wouldn't be able to operate in Xianye City anymore. Therefore, he hires professionals to check every month. The last check was only half a month ago.
He personally went to the hotel in question, entered the room, and walked towards the television. The area around the power outlet below it had been completely dismantled.
According to the guests, after discovering the camera, they went out to buy tools and recorded the entire process from check-in to camera removal.
After the incident, the guest did not contact hotel staff, call the police, return the room key, or get a refund of the deposit. Instead, they secretly left and then posted the video online. The incident was only discovered by the housekeeping staff when they checked out the next day.
Meanwhile, the PR team also saw the video, but by then it had already gone viral.
"Have you contacted the guests?" Huang Fuda asked the hotel manager.
"We've contacted them, but they refuse to communicate." The manager was sweating profusely with anxiety.
Huang Fuda remained calm, unsurprised by the outcome; it was clear the other party wasn't after money. He just wondered who was behind them.
"Call the police first."
After he finished speaking, he walked out of the room, went to his office, sat down, and took out his phone to make a call.
"Brother Wang, have you been busy lately?"
"Something's happened at my hotel on Xingyi Road, and I need the police station's help..."
The police arrived quickly, and after questioning the guests, began collecting physical evidence. They also called the guests to request their assistance in the investigation.
Huang Fuda then asked the hotel manager to send him all the information on guests who had checked into this room since the last inspection. He also asked his assistant to retrieve the surveillance footage from in front of the room and arrange for someone to search for suspicious individuals.
He knew that the chances of finding it this way were slim, and that it would mainly depend on the technical personnel from the public security department to collect information from the cameras and trace the products.
Moreover, there's a high probability that the other party also has people from within the organization behind them, and he's afraid that he might actually be blamed for this.
So he invited three guests to play mahjong at Yundao that night, hoping to reconnect with them.
Half an hour had passed since the agreed time, but none of the guests had arrived. Huang Fuda sent them messages, but only one person replied, saying they were busy and couldn't come.
Huang Fuda spoke politely to the secretary of one of the most important people, but instead of receiving a reply, he received a phone call.
A cold voice came through the receiver.
"Don't contact me unless it's absolutely necessary. Just focus on doing your own thing."
After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Huang Fuda's reply.
Huang Fuda didn't sleep well that night, and was awakened many times by nightmares. Usually, he would ask two people to hold him while he slept, but he just wasn't in the mood to do that today.
The next day, I arrived at the office under a cloud of uncertainty. As expected, nothing was found. Now we just have to wait for news from the bureau's investigation.
He was already annoyed, but when he saw that the transfer he sent to Fang Chuan had been returned, he became even angrier.
How could you be so ungrateful?
What do you want? Just say it.
What does Fang Chuan want? Fang Chuan himself isn't sure. He was indeed very angry yesterday, but now he's calmed down. He has an indescribable emotion in his heart; to sum it up, he doesn't want to sever ties with Boss Huang for the time being.
So they started talking about other things.
Yesterday's Hunan food was delicious. I know a Cantonese restaurant that's also very good. I'll treat Mr. Huang to a meal today! (Grinning)
[Transfer of 5000 yuan]
[Take this and buy some nutritional supplements.]
Seeing that he was unmoved by reason, Fang Chuan changed his tactics. He remembered Huang Fuda's driver's license and decided to give it a try.
"Mr. Huang, I happen to be unemployed right now. If you need a driver, you can hire me. I'm genuinely interested in being your driver; as you know, it's not easy for someone like me, with my background in classical literature, to find a job."
[Mr. Huang, don't worry, I'm fine at school. Please give me a chance and let me try. (Puts hands together in prayer)]
You don't seem like you're short of money.
Huang Fuda wasn't stupid. Looking at Fang Chuan's lifestyle, he didn't seem like a poor student worried about finding a job at all.
I don't want to rely on my parents.
That was Fang Chuan's honest opinion.
Huang Fuda never brings these kinds of relationships into his work, but he has one particular weakness: he softens when he sees ambitious young people. Recently, Lao Liu is away on business, and Xiao Zhang has taken leave due to a family member's illness, so they are indeed short-handed.
Fang Chuan, like a blind cat stumbling upon a mouse, unexpectedly bumped into the right door.
【OK. 】
Seeing that he actually agreed, Fang Chuan was a little at a loss. Fang Chuan was not short of money, and it would be inappropriate to mix their relationship with work.
But he couldn't bear to turn it down. After all, Huang Fuda was a boss, and there wouldn't be many opportunities to meet him often. Besides, Huang Fuda didn't seem interested in continuing the relationship. But if he became a driver, things would be different.
After much deliberation, Fang Chuan decided to go for it. It was too difficult to find someone who was a good match. Anyway, he had nothing else to do and was just idling around. He figured he had the advantage of being in a good position and he was sure he could get his hands on someone.
So Fang Chuan went to complete the onboarding process the next morning and started working that same day. The office was in an office building opposite Yundao on Xingyi Road, where Boss Huang rented an entire floor.
Of course, Fang Chuan's workstation wasn't there. After learning that there wasn't much to do in the morning, Fang Chuan went back to his apartment to get his computer and started writing his thesis in the break room.
Boss Huang is really busy. People are constantly coming and going from his office. He hasn't left the building at all today. He only had Fang Chuan drive him out for lunch at noon.
According to people in the company, Mr. Huang rarely eats takeout or in the office; he always eats at restaurants.
This is quite delicate, a stark contrast to the image of riding a shared electric scooter before.
In the evening, Huang Fuda sent him a message, telling him to get ready, as he needed to go to a place at 8 p.m.
It was an important, yet not very important, social engagement.
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