Having successfully outmaneuvered Fang Shan, Wei Sushen was able to sleep soundly.
When I woke up the next day, I felt in good spirits. When I went to visit the master again, a middle-aged woman came out to open the door.
The two men subconsciously thought they had found the wrong building and were about to apologize when Fang Shanduo said, "We are here to visit a crosstalk master."
The middle-aged woman's puzzled expression disappeared: "He rented the house to me."
Fang Shan and Wei Sushen exchanged glances, both seeing disbelief in each other's eyes. They couldn't help but say, "He was still here yesterday."
The middle-aged woman nodded. "I posted the rental information online, and they contacted me overnight."
Honestly, she found it odd that the landlord seemed to have some reason to be so eager to sell the place. Although it seemed a little unreliable, the rent was cheap and the apartment could be moved in right away, so she agreed to rent it anyway.
The middle-aged woman said a few more words and hurriedly closed the door.
Fang Shan stood outside the door and frowned: "Did he get scared away by us?"
Wei Sushen found a little comfort in the word "we". If he guessed correctly, he was probably scared away by the so-called evil smile.
Just as the two were about to turn and leave, the door suddenly opened again, and the middle-aged woman handed out a sealed document bag. "I almost forgot, the old man told me to hand this over if anyone comes looking."
Fang Shan thanked him, went downstairs, and opened the bag. Inside was a notebook: "Master, you have a very big heart."
You don’t have to worry about people thinking it’s a good thing and keeping it for themselves.
Wei Sushen: "In the eyes of ordinary people, this doesn't have much value."
The notes record some summarized experiences, and there are two CDs in the last layer with introductory tutorials on them.
Fang Shan sighed, "He has done his utmost."
Wei Sushen remained silent. As the number one person who had driven the master away, he had no right to speak.
Fang Shan closed his notebook and said, "Geniuses are always lonely. It seems like it's time for us to lie low for a while."
The so-called hibernation is nothing more than staying in a hotel and doing exercises with a notebook.
The Internet has a very strong fermentation ability. In just one night, Wei Sushen’s bizarre love life was pushed to the top three hot searches.
The advantage of being rich is that no matter how much hype there is, most netizens will not think that exposing such a relationship involving sexual orientation is just for the purpose of increasing popularity.
The reporter recommended by Zhao Shi was quite capable and knew how to calculate people's hearts. He first released a wave of explosive information, and then used gossip to say that the two would be collaborating on the same stage in the near future.
In this way, everyone's attention will naturally be drawn to the upcoming crosstalk performance.
Wei Sushen would occasionally hear Fang Shan talking about online rumors in the hotel, but he didn't feel too much about it.
Fang Shan had memorized the notes by heart. He couldn't live without alcohol, and he felt depressed when he didn't have one. "Your father must be regretting not adopting the parenting philosophy of "bringing good children out of punishment" sooner after seeing the news."
"No." Wei Sushen said calmly, "Father will be very calm."
Fang Shan had long discovered that Wei Sushen usually called Wei Ye father, while the little fat boy simply called him dad.
Although they mean the same thing, the word "father" always seems less intimate than "dad."
Fang Shan: "Why?"
Wei Sushen looked up at him and said, "The bigger the storm, the greater the benefits."
I believe the other party understands this principle better than I do.
No one knows a son better than his father. It is hard to estimate how much Wei Ye knows about Wei Sushen, but the two of them have surprisingly similar perspectives on things.
Faced with the overwhelming rumors, he did not get angry, but was in deep thought.
"This is obviously the work of Big Brother." The little fat boy had an inexplicable fascination with the sofa in the living room. In his spare time, he would lean on it and rub against it. "Without his tacit approval, this wouldn't have happened."
From a personal perspective, the fat guy was quite satisfied with the gossip about himself and Wei Sushen fighting for the family property. At least it indirectly confirmed his wisdom and strength.
Wei Ye frowned, and only looked away after seeing the little fat man adjust his sitting posture: "He's not hesitating to ruin his own reputation. It seems like this is a big deal."
The fat boy searched for relevant information through many channels: "Brother is going to perform soon, is it to increase the attendance rate?"
He said it out loud, and without waiting for Wei Ye's answer, he denied it first. Considering Wei Sushen's current status, it doesn't make sense logically.
I continued scrolling through various news, when I suddenly exclaimed, "Big Brother has booked the new theater as the venue for the performance."
He still has a fresh memory of that grand theater. It was there that he and Wei Sushen added Pei Yang's wife on WeChat, which later triggered a circle of friends who were all paying a large sum of money to have a child.
Although it was built only a few months ago, the theater can already be called a landmark building in the city. On weekdays, well-known domestic acrobatic troupes and drama clubs perform here.
Wei Sushen must have spent a lot of money to get the venue.
"Why did you choose here?" the little fat boy murmured, his chubby face becoming more serious.
Wei Ye looked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
The little fat guy moved his butt backwards and turned the computer screen towards Wei Ye: "Jun Gan Hotel."
Due to the popularity of the theater, a business circle has been established nearby. The Jungan Hotel started construction four years ago, and was suspended several times in the middle. It only opened recently.
As a result, a murder occurred on the first day of staying.
Not only was the hotel business not affected, but it became very popular among young people with a thirst for curiosity.
Wei Ye: "It's just suicide by jumping off a building. It's not worth making a fuss about."
The fat boy shook his head. "My classmate's uncle is in the police station. He secretly revealed that although the case was closed as suicide, there are still many things that don't make sense."
The deceased was a young man, from a family with some assets, a typical wealthy second-generation, who enjoyed racing. His life didn't seem unhappy. Before his death, he had checked into a hotel with a female student. After she left, he had someone clean up the room, and then he jumped from the building for no apparent reason.
Wei Ye never paid much attention to this kind of news. The fat boy said mysteriously, "My classmate said that several college students in the city have committed suicide recently, and without exception, they are all second-generation rich people."
Upon hearing this, Wei Ye frowned: "Go out less recently."
"Brother's going crazy out there. Shouldn't I give him a heads-up?" The little fat guy lowered his head and fiddled with his phone. "Just to be safe, let me send a text message."
Wei Ye glanced at him and asked, "Are you in contact privately?"
The little fat boy's shoulders shook.
Wei Ye sneered and sat down opposite him: "Tell me, what evidence does your brother have?"
While the interrogation was going on here, Wei Sushen was transferring the balance to the person in charge of the theater at the bank.
In order to familiarize themselves with the venue in advance, Wei Sushen and Fang Shan went to the theater again.
The theater was closed on Wednesdays, and the person in charge agreed to let them rehearse on that day.
The sunset glow at dusk was beautiful. There were some old people taking a walk nearby. Fang Shan was walking on the road with Wei Sushen with a smile on his face. Suddenly, the curve of his mouth slowly lowered.
"What's wrong?" Wei Sushen stopped.
Fang Shan: "I seem to smell the scent of my kind."
Wei Sushen raised his eyebrows: "Chen Bingying?"
Fang Shan shook his head, his expression gradually becoming serious: "It's just a feeling, maybe I'm worrying too much."
Wei Sushen didn't move immediately, but instead stared at something in front of him. Following his gaze, he saw a young man walking out of the hotel in front of him, his brows lowered in thought. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost bumped into a child.
The parent cursed and picked up the child and left. The young man looked up and Fang Shan was surprised: "It's Fang Can."
The other party obviously saw them as well and put away the thoughts between his brows, but his expression was still not very good.
Fang Can didn't look at Wei Sushen at first, but instead looked at Fang Shan with a complicated look.
"Why does he look at me like that?" Fang Shan wondered, as he seemed to have not been in any trouble recently.
Wei Sushen gave a clue: "Brother."
Fang Shan remembered that he had deceived Fang Can into thinking he was his half-brother.
"He actually believed it." Fang Shan shook his head. "It's just a similar name and the same birthmark. How could he be so easily fooled?"
Wei Sushen glanced at him and said, "That's enough."
Fang Shan took the initiative to step forward and greet him: "The weather forecast is not accurate. It's very windy today."
Fang Can didn't feel any wind.
Fang Shan smiled and said, "Otherwise, how would I have gotten you here?"
Fang Can showed no reaction to the sarcasm and looked at Wei Sushen: "Do you remember Chen Yu?"
Wei Sushen ignored him.
Fang Can: “He’s dead.”
Wei Sushen finally reacted.
Fang Shan moved closer and asked softly, "Who is Chen Yu?"
Wei Sushen: "His cousin."
Fang Can sneered: "Why don't you say it's your secret admirer?"
As a temporary outsider, Fang Shan smelled gossip and nudged Wei Sushen with his elbow, asking for details.
Wei Sushen simply said, "A former classmate."
Chen Yu is only half a year younger than them and attends the same university. He fell in love with Wei Sushen at first sight on the first day of school and is a very playboy.
After all, they were classmates, so Wei Sushen still asked, "How did he die?"
Fang Can said word by word: "Suicide."
Wei Sushen shook his head: "Impossible."
Although they didn't have much private contact, Chen Yu was a person who enjoyed life and had no reason to commit suicide.
Fang Can pointed to the hotel behind him and said, "He jumped from the sixth floor and died on the spot."
At dusk, the hotel is coated with a layer of light gold, looking very upscale.
Fang Can: “I booked a room here.”
He left behind a few incoherent words and walked away from them.
Fang Shan couldn't figure out the other party's intentions for a moment, so he casually guessed, "Could it be that he wants to attract attention and get us to stay as well?"
Wei Sushen nodded: "It's very similar to his style."
Fang Shan chuckled, about to say, "Never mind," but the strange feeling returned. He looked around, finally settling on the hotel. He narrowed his eyes and said, "It's very uncomfortable there."
Wei Sushen: "Go and stay for a few days."
Fang Shan frowned slightly, and Wei Sushen said, "It makes no difference to us."
It's just a move from one hotel to another, and it's close to the theater, so it's suitable for rehearsals.
Fang Shan: "The beginning of a horror story is that the protagonist insists on staying in a place where people have died."
Wei Sushen's voice was very calm: "With you here, I'm not afraid."
The goddess of fate has long been standing at the crossroads of life, waving at him, constantly reminding him: Look, this is the bottom line.
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