Chapter 64 This is outrageous! No wonder you're a transmigrator...
Fu Yun glanced at the masked man without any change in expression, and calmly returned the question: "You're the one who's been observing me from the shadows. Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
The masked man frowned, caught in a dilemma, as he realized that Fu Yun's response was completely unambiguous.
Seeing the other party's hesitant expression, Fu Yun guessed that he wanted to back down.
Without giving the other party a chance to back down, Fu Yun asked directly, "Tell me! What's the reason you're paying attention to me?"
The masked man hesitated, then asked, unwilling to give up, "You really can't tell who I am?"
Fu Yun looked at him, puzzled, and asked in return, "I have never seen you before, so how would I know your background?"
The masked man grew anxious and immediately retorted, "But you just insisted that I wasn't a spy from another country, so where did you hear that information from?"
Fu Yun replied calmly, "Intuition."
The masked man: "..." Who the hell are you kidding me?
Just now he was so certain that he wasn't a spy from another country, and that he must have had sufficient evidence to confirm his identity. Why is he pretending to be stupid now?
Was he deliberately pretending not to know, hoping to get himself to confess? That way, he wouldn't risk being exposed.
What a cunning fellow, he's got a hundred tricks up his sleeve.
What to do? Should we tell the truth, or try to come up with a plausible excuse first?
After all, in this country where landmines are everywhere, one can't be too careful.
Fu Yun noticed that the masked man had fixed his gaze on her, but hesitated for a long time without saying a word.
Clearly, he was pondering what excuse to use to deal with the current situation. Of course, he wouldn't give the other party a chance to think of a solution, and immediately showed a hint of impatience: "I think I need to remind you first, don't try to fob me off with those flimsy excuses, otherwise I will take back what I just promised you, and we'll pretend I've never met you, and we'll not bother each other anymore."
Upon hearing this, the masked man's expression changed, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected that the masked man would guess his thoughts so quickly.
Only then did he realize that although the boy in front of him looked young and was a callow youth, he was not the kind of pretentious playboy who was all show and no substance, but a thoughtful and steady man with a deep mind.
If the person in front of you is different from yourself, not someone who has traveled through time but whose soul has entered this world, and who even has more social experience than you, then trying to extract useful information from them is probably wishful thinking, unless they are willing to share it voluntarily.
Even if I'm overthinking it, this person is actually quite young and doesn't have any outstanding qualities. It's just that the original owner was born into a merchant family and was exposed to business from a young age, so he naturally developed a talent for it.
Even though men have a low social status in this country and cannot take over the family business, they can still gain some connections and resources through this.
In addition, men in ancient times matured early, so perhaps this young man was already deeply involved in the business world before his body was taken over, and he is now capable of standing on his own.
Regardless of the possibility, the masked man felt immense pressure.
In just a few minutes of interaction, he could clearly sense that he was a decisive and efficient person who didn't like to drag things out. He had only hesitated for a short while, yet he had already lost the man's patience and issued an ultimatum.
However, upon further reflection, he felt that this was an intentional attempt to put pressure on the other person and create a sense of urgency, making them want to express their thoughts without reservation.
This is perhaps the negotiation tactic of seasoned business people.
It must be said that this person truly deserves to be called a business elite. His perception of the surrounding environment is incredibly keen. From the moment the two met, he had been taking a step-by-step approach, seizing the initiative in their conversation. He clearly knew very well how to conduct an effective conversation.
You can't find any flaws in him at all, and your verbal probing is completely useless against him, making it very difficult to confirm whether he is a soul from another world.
The masked man was intimidated by those two brief sentences. He knew that a recent college graduate would be asking for trouble by going up against a seasoned businessman; he was no match for him at all.
This made him even more uneasy. What if this person didn't actually belong to another world, but simply had different ideas from the people of this country because they were knowledgeable and experienced? Would it be too risky to reveal his origins so rashly? Would he be seen as a madman suffering from hysteria?
Men here already have a low social status, and if one of them becomes a mentally unstable idiot, then he'll have even less of a chance to survive.
Whether to speak or not was a very difficult decision for the masked man.
This is tantamount to a high-stakes gamble. If you tell the truth, you might be treated like a lunatic and thrown out.
But if you bet right, it's like finding someone like you, and who knows, there might be a way out.
If you keep quiet, you'll continue living a life devoid of hope, unwelcome by the locals, and likely to die far from home, while still having to rack your brains to find that slim possibility.
He went through a fierce internal struggle and finally decided to take the plunge and confess the truth.
There's only one chance. Rather than living a cautious and timid existence, it's better to take a gamble and give yourself a chance to leave this place alive.
"The milk tea and drinks you sell don't belong to this era; they belong to the world I live in. Would you mind telling me who taught you how to make them?"
Fu Yun stared at the masked man for a moment with a calm gaze. Although the man was short-tempered and straightforward, he was a clever and quick-witted person.
He quickly figured out the implications and stopped trying to recruit others into his camp. Instead, he chose to distance himself from the relationship and deliberately created a third party to protect his privacy.
As the masked man spoke, he quickly turned his head to glance at Su Mang, who was driving the carriage outside the curtain. He then moved his body forward a few steps and added in a voice that only Fu Jun could hear, "To tell you the truth, I am not from this era. I accidentally traveled here."
The reason I've been secretly observing you is because I've discovered that your explanation of the source of milk tea and beverages has flaws. In this era of relatively scarce knowledge and resources, it's impossible for something from the new century to exist. Therefore, I'm well aware that this is just a fabricated story you made up on the spot.
Furthermore, according to the information I have, carbonated beverages could not have been invented in this era. Even if you adjust and change the ingredients to suit the historical context, it doesn't change the fact that they don't belong here.
Fu Jun looked calmly at the masked man, without offering any rebuttal. Knowing that he hadn't finished speaking, she patiently waited for him to continue.
The masked man had probably not had a deep conversation with anyone in a long time. Finally, someone was willing to sit down and listen to him. He suddenly started talking non-stop, and before Fu Jun could respond, he continued to ramble on: "I know it's hard for you to trust a stranger, but I really have no choice. The women in this country are too strong and assertive. Women are the embodiment of power in this country, and their authority cannot tolerate the slightest provocation from men."
I simply said that men shouldn't be constantly suppressed, but should receive the respect they deserve and be given the right to choose. However, they thought I had ulterior motives, deliberately spreading rumors, inciting men's emotions, and trying to instigate them to rebel, thus creating a situation of male-female antagonism.
But I didn't mean that at all; I just wanted gender equality. But in their eyes, it was as if I had committed a heinous crime. If I hadn't been able to be flexible and admit my moral failings before they tried to put me in jail, promising never to talk nonsense again, they wouldn't have released me so reluctantly.
I never expected that after this incident, everyone would turn against me. I couldn't even find a job to make a living, and even the brokers wouldn't talk to me. They accused me of lacking male virtue and husbandly conduct, saying I was stiff and uncouth, clearly not a good husband, and not even qualified to be someone's husband. I was so angry that I almost beat the rude broker to death.
"puff……"
Fu Yun almost burst out laughing.
The masked man paused for a moment, then glared at Fu Yun with a look of frustration.
Fu Yun quickly waved her hand: "Sorry, I didn't mean to, I just couldn't help but laugh. I've actually encountered the situation you described, but I was just a little unlucky and didn't get squeezed out as badly as you."
The masked man's eyes lit up, and his tone became excited: "So, you admit it."
Fu Jun smiled faintly and remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.
The masked man instantly perked up and patted Fu Yun on the shoulder: "Brother, this is amazing! I've finally found my people. I haven't had a single day of peace since I came here."
Fu Yun asked, "How did you get here?"
The masked man sighed and replied, "I was working out my chest muscles at the gym when I accidentally lost my balance and the barbell hit my neck."
Fu Yun asked incredulously, "And then you opened your eyes and found yourself here?"
The masked man replied with a wry smile, "Yes, it's outrageous, isn't it?"
Fu Yun nodded: "That's outrageous."
"And you?"
Fu Yun: "I was in a plane crash."
"Alright!" The masked man showed a look of sympathy: "No wonder you were a soul transmigrator; your body was probably blown to pieces!"
Fu Yun: "..." Please don't use adjectives, thank you!
The masked man then sighed and said, "However, you are not as miserable as me. At least you have the identity of the young master of the Su family as a cover. I am an unregistered person with nothing. I am often mistaken for a spy from another country. If I hadn't been quick enough and learned to run away when things are not going well, I would probably have been locked up in jail and lost my freedom long ago."
Fu Yun suppressed a smile, straightened her expression, and asked, "Is this why you're wearing a mask?"
The masked man nodded, looking somewhat embarrassed: "I injured the broker, and someone called the authorities on the spot. I ran away when they weren't paying attention."
He paused, then asked somewhat nervously, "You're not going to send me to see the authorities, are you?"
Fu Yun clenched his fist and pressed it against the side of his nose, cleared his throat, and forcibly suppressed the laughter in his chest: "Of course not."
The masked man visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fu Yun glanced at the masked man, her gaze settling on his strong, muscular chest, and asked the question she most wanted to ask: "You look like you work out often, so how much do you know about fitness programs?"
The masked man gave Fu Yun a strange look, not understanding why he suddenly jumped to this topic, but he still answered the question seriously: "I used to be a coach at a fitness club. I wouldn't say I know everything about fitness programs, but ordinary programs are no problem for me."
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