Chapter 2
Boss Liu usually sells a bun for 1.5 yuan, so he has to sell 334 buns for 500 yuan, not counting the cost.
Although the breakfast shop is quite profitable now, he is usually a stingy person. Asking him to spend 500 yuan for fortune telling is like asking for his life.
However, he still had some hope.
Boss Liu struggled for a moment: "I don't think Mrs. Fang gave you 500 either."
Old Mrs. Fang's son is an employee of a large company and has a good monthly salary, but Old Mrs. Fang only earns a few dozen yuan by getting up early every day to sell vegetables, which is enough to show how frugal the old lady is in her daily life.
An old man like this would take out five hundred to tell fortunes. Boss Liu might as well believe that pumpkins will grow on gourd vines.
Rong Jing didn't hide it from him and told him the truth: "Because Grandma Fang helped me, I was the one who gave her that divination."
Boss Liu frowned: "What do you mean by helping you specifically?"
Rong Jing continued, "She told me Sui County is in the next city, and it takes more than an hour to get there by car."
Boss Liu's mouth twitched.
This is really a simple help.
"If I can take you to Sui County, can you also tell my fortune?"
Upon hearing this, Rong Jing's eyes lit up: "Can you take me to Sui County?"
He has no money and can't make any money. His divination is indeed not cheap for ordinary people, especially now that there are so many charlatans and scammers who always use the name of Taoist priests to cheat and defraud people.
So...it would be great if I could get a ride.
Rong Jing's eyes sparkled as she waited for Boss Liu's answer.
Boss Liu was in a good mood after seeing this look. He raised his chin and snorted softly: "That's not the case."
His hometown is Sui County, and the timing was just perfect. He had planned to return to Sui County with his wife and children this afternoon because one of his nieces was getting married tomorrow, and they had to go back to watch the ceremony and attend the wedding banquet.
Rong Jing was a man who was good at seizing opportunities. After receiving a positive response, he immediately smiled and said, "Then take me to Sui County and I'll tell you your fortune. What do you want?"
"I have a brother who recently found a very good job and has been trying to recruit me to join him, but I'm a little hesitant. Young man, just tell me whether I should join this group or not."
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When Old Mrs. Fang returned home, her son was sitting under the old locust tree in the yard and making a phone call.
She turned around twice anxiously, and finally waited until her son hung up the phone. She immediately walked over and said, "Son, I have something to tell you."
"Mom? Why are you sweating so much from running..."
Before he could finish his words, Old Lady Fang grabbed his arm and said anxiously, "Don't worry about it. I'm telling you, I met a little fairy when I was selling vegetables on the street today."
Little immortal? Isn't that a charlatan?
The old lady was interrupted: "Mom, do you still believe this?"
"It's not about whether I believe it or not. It's just that little god is always right. He said you were faced with a difficult choice between two options at work. I thought to myself, isn't this the same thing you mentioned to me yesterday? Only a few of us knew about it, and I didn't tell anyone else. But this little god figured it out with just one stab."
Mrs. Fang's son also frowned when he heard this.
Is there such a coincidence?
He knew his mother's character very well. She wasn't the kind of old lady who kept her mouth shut, otherwise he wouldn't tell her everything. So, just like his mother said, the thing he was worried about was only known to them. So how did the little god his mother mentioned know about it?
Could it be that he really has some skills?
Just as he was still immersed in doubt, Old Lady Fang spoke again: "That little immortal also told you to stick to your principles."
If Mrs. Fang's son still doubted the value of the three words "little god" a second ago, then at this moment, when the four words "stick to principles" came out of his mother's mouth, his heart skipped a beat.
His expression also became solemn.
He never told his mother that what he was worried about had anything to do with principles.
Mrs. Fang's son felt his heartbeat quicken. Thinking back to the phone call, he pursed his lips and asked his mother, "Mom, did that little immortal you mentioned really say that?"
"That's right." Seeing his expression, Old Lady Fang also became nervous. "Ayu, we must stick to our original intentions and not do anything that would harm others!"
Seeing his mother's worried look, Fang Yu felt a little sad. He held Mrs. Fang's arm to comfort her for a while, persuaded her to go into the house to rest, turned around, took out his cell phone, and dialed back the number he had just dialed.
"Mr. Zhang," Fang Yu said, without waiting for the other party to speak, "I have other ideas about the raw materials you just mentioned."
"The raw material factory Mr. Zhao recommended is owned by his uncle. I've been to the factory, and the sanitary conditions are definitely substandard. I also suspect they may be using prohibited substances. But the latter is just my suspicion, and I haven't confirmed it."
Fang Yu's company is in the food-related business. A while ago, a raw material manufacturer that the subsidiary was cooperating with was found to have problems and did not meet the company's standards, so the company decided to change its partner.
Fang Yu's department was responsible for this matter. He had already identified several suitable raw material factories, but when he submitted his application, his department head rejected them all. Surprised, he assumed his boss was being strict, and thought nothing of it. But within two days, he was told he didn't need to bother anymore; a new partner had already been chosen.
Fang Yu looked at the word "Jianshan" and felt a little confused.
How come I have never heard of this factory?
But he still conducted a series of investigations on the factory in accordance with the rules, and the results were surprising.
The factory environment is dirty, the employees are relatively old and have not had any physical examinations or health certificates, and the boss is an old rogue who likes to talk smooth talk.
The more Fang Yu looked at it, the worse he felt. When he was about to go find his boss to report the situation with a frown, he was pulled back by a colleague who looked disappointed in him.
The other party was speechless and said, "Why are you so stubborn? When you were doing your research, didn't you notice that the boss of Jianshan and the boss have the same surname and look quite similar? They are uncle and nephew!"
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, but before he could say anything, his colleague said, "Come on, just pretend you don't know about this. If you mess up the boss's plan, you'll see how he'll target you."
"but--"
"Don't worry, the boss is in this business, he knows what he's doing, it won't kill anyone, at most the quality is a little lower, and it may not even pass the boss's approval."
Fang Yu thought so too.
There was absolutely no need for him to be the first to speak out.
However, every time he had some free time and thought about himself standing in the factory with nowhere to put his feet and covering his mouth and nose, his heart would always beat violently.
An emotion called guilt and unreliable conscience bound him tightly like a twine, making it impossible for him to breathe.
Now, Rong Jing's words "stick to principles" were like a pair of scissors, cutting off one end of the tangled thread and giving him a chance to breathe.
He lowered his eyes and responded to Mr. Zhang's words in a low voice. He didn't know what he said, but a dazed expression appeared on his face. When he hung up the phone completely, he almost breathed a sigh of relief as if he had survived a disaster.
When Mrs. Fang saw him like this, she was a little curious: "What happened?"
Fang Yu supported his mother's arm, and with his other hand, he felt his heart, which was beating incredibly fast, and whispered, "Boss Zhang said he went to the factory today."
No wonder the initial call emphasized asking him whether he had conducted an on-site inspection and what he thought.
Mr. Zhang was a real talent, and he truly cared about the company. He'd probably thoroughly investigated the relationship between the Jianshan Raw Materials Factory and the department head before calling him, and then come to test the waters with the people in their department.
"He also said that I was the only one in our department who told the truth." The more Fang Yu thought about it, the more he felt that the little fairy his mother was talking about was really a fairy. He exhaled and asked his mother curiously about the little fairy.
Old Mrs. Fang briefly recounted the situation at that time, and was even more shocked when she said that Rong Jing looked less than 20 years old.
"So young?"
"Yes, and because I told him where Sui County was, he gave me a fortune-teller for free."
The old lady didn't think much of it and just said that the little fairy was a good person, but Fang Yu frowned. It always felt a bit strange for a twenty-year-old to ask for directions. Young people nowadays are not like the elderly who don't know how to use mobile phones. As long as they open the map software, they can know the specific location of Sui County.
Fang Yu was curious, so he asked the old lady about the location of the little fairy, and then went to Boss Liu's breakfast shop.
When he arrived, there were no customers in Boss Liu's breakfast shop. In the not-so-spacious space, Boss Liu and Rong Jing were sitting face to face, with a few copper coins on the table.
Soon, a fair hand reached out and carefully put the copper coins away. Then, the hand raised its eyes and looked over Boss Liu's slightly plump body towards Fang Yu.
Rong Jing had a good look in his eyes. He smiled and waved to Fang Yu, actively greeting him: "Are you Grandma Fang's son?"
Although he had known from his mother that Rong Jing was very young, Fang Yu was still stunned when he suddenly saw such a face.
Why the hell did he only say that she was young but didn't say that she was so pretty?
Fang Yu nodded to Boss Liu, then walked over to Rong Jing, feeling a little awkward. "Master, did you calculate this too?"
Rong Jing didn't say anything. Boss Liu chuckled first: "That's nothing. Xiao Fang, you and your mother look so much alike."
Rong Jing nodded.
Fang Yu looked embarrassed.
Okay, that seems to be the case.
Boss Liu was a sharp man. Seeing Fang Yu come over specially, he could guess that he must have something to say to Rong Jing. Coincidentally, he had already received the answer he wanted, so he took the initiative to give up his seat and said with a smile, "Then you guys chat, I'll clean up."
Boss Liu turned and walked into the inner room. Fang Yu coughed lightly and sat down in front of Rong Jing. He asked softly, "Master, what's your name?"
"You can just call me Rong Jing."
Fang Yu nodded, called out "Master Rong," and said, "I heard my mother say you were asking where Sui County was. Are you in trouble?"
When Rong Jing suddenly heard this, his eyes widened involuntarily.
Fang Yu doesn't know how to tell fortunes, so how does he know that he is in trouble?
Seeing that his eyes were wide open with shock, Fang Yu somehow thought of the kitten his son raised at home.
He explained it with his own logic, and Rong Jing finally reacted and felt guilty.
Rong Jing had just learned the current year from the calendar hanging in Boss Liu's shop two minutes ago. It had been exactly twelve years since he'd been coffined. Twelve years was too long; Rong Jing's understanding of human society had become off track. Fang Yu said that young people these days had cell phones, so there was no need to ask anyone else.
Rong Jing thought of the time twelve years ago when he and Xie Changshi lived together and Xie Changshi didn't have a mobile phone.
Xie Changshi is very poor.
Sure enough, times have changed.
He rubbed the tip of his nose, his brain spinning, and then he started to bluff: "To be honest, I don't have a cell phone or money, and I've been living in the mountains to cultivate my character, so I don't know much about the situation down there."
As soon as these words were spoken, Fang Yu instantly imagined a story about a junior fellow disciple from a hidden sect who went down the mountain to gain experience under the orders of his master.
He thought for a moment and asked, "Do you need me to take you to Sui County?"
Rong Jing waved his hand: "No need, Boss Liu is going to Sui County this afternoon, I can give him a ride."
"Then I'll make up the divination fee for you."
Unexpectedly, Rong Jing waved his hands again and again: "Since I said that the divination was for Grandma Fang, I can't accept any more money. This is the rule."
but……
He blinked and put on an embarrassed smile. "Well, if you really want to thank me, could you treat me to some buns? I haven't had breakfast yet and I'm a little hungry."
Fang Yu was flattered and nodded quickly: "Of course."
Until five minutes later.
Under the watchful eyes of Fang Yu and Boss Liu, Rong Jing ate fifty buns in one breath.
Fang Yu: “…”
Boss Liu: “…”
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