Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Shang Muchen first met Liu Qingyang in a small alley behind Yanji University.

Shang Muchen had never seen girls fight in his life, let alone one girl unilaterally crushing and beating up seven or eight people.

At that time, he had no idea that this girl, who had a fit body, big eyes, a cute baby face, and looked harmless, would become his lifelong "trouble".

When everyone who had been beaten had run away, the girl, who wasn't very tall, turned and looked at Shang Muchen across the alley. Her eyes were filled with deadly murderous intent, which frightened her so much that she also ran away.

Shang Muchen met Liu Qingyang for the second time at a banquet his father had prepared for him to find a job.

The banquet hall on the fourth floor of Jiu'an Club is one of the top-ranked and most upscale restaurants among private clubs in Beijing.

To find a job for Shang Muchen, his father used all his connections, inviting every relative, friend, and even distant acquaintance he could, gathering three large tables of people.

Shang Muchen thought his father's move was foolish; who asks for favors like that?

But Shang Muchen was very grateful that his father, who had been a coward his whole life, had put in so much effort this time.

A bunch of seemingly respectable old guys arrived, this leader, that boss, and his father introduced them all, but Shang Muchen couldn't remember a single one.

When he toasted the family of three, Shang Muchen was surprised to see that the girl sitting there was actually the person who had assaulted him in the back alley that day.

"Come and get to know him, Commander Liu! He's my old comrade-in-arms! We even crawled through the same foxhole back in the day, we're brothers in arms!"

Is it a life-or-death friendship? I've never heard you mention it in my life.

However, Shang Muchen still bowed deeply and greeted them politely.

"Guoxing, your son has grown so much! He's so handsome... just a little short and thin."

I remember his name was... Shang Muming, right?

Both the old man and Shang Muchen showed embarrassed expressions at the same time. The old man stammered, "Muchen, Shang Muchen."

"Oh, I misremembered, I'm so sorry."

"It's not that I'm mistaken," the old man sighed, "the eldest son, Shang Muming, died young, and Shang Muchen was the second son..."

"Oops, I spoke out of turn. I'll punish myself with a drink! How could something like this happen..."

The two old men started chatting.

Shang Muchen stood awkwardly holding his wine glass when the girl stood up and offered him a toast in a very gentle and sweet voice: "Hello. My name is Liu Qingyang."

"Hello……"

After a polite clinking of glasses, Shang Muchen asked in a low voice, "Are you also from Yanji University?"

"Shush shush shush..." The girl named Liu Qingyang called out to Shang Muchen in a low voice, like she was calling a dog. The two left the dining table and went to a corner.

"If you dare to tell anyone what you saw that day, I'll kill you!" Liu Qingyang whispered.

"What did I see?" Shang Muchen asked, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Okay, you're good at chatting." Liu Qingyang nodded, took out her phone, and said, "Let's add each other's contact information."

"No."

"add!"

"If I don't add it, what are you going to do about it?"

"Hey, are you crazy? A stunning beauty like me took the initiative to add you on the phone, shouldn't you be eager to get your contact information back?"

"Unsolicited kindness is...it must have ulterior motives," Shang Muchen said, pouting. "My mother said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to deceive you."

"Get lost! You straight-laced jerk! Is your mother Yin Susu? Stop reading novels! Hurry up and get your phone out!"

Give me a reason to add you in the contact information.

"It's very simple," Liu Qingyang said seriously. "When you get home, you will definitely tell your dad about my fight, your dad will definitely tell my dad about my fight, and then my dad will definitely beat me up."

I need to be able to find you after I get beaten up so I can yell at you, so I need your contact information!

Shang Muchen's face darkened: "Has your thought process always been this peculiar?"

"Oh my! The two children are getting along so well!" Two elegantly dressed middle-aged women, whose identities Shang Muchen couldn't recall, stepped forward and said with a smile, "How about we play matchmaker for you two? You two look about the same age!"

"No!" Shang Muchen and Liu Qingyang shouted at the same time.

Back in his seat, Dad scolded in a low voice, "Xiao Chen! It's all your fault, you good-for-nothing! You insisted on studying that damn 'E-commerce' major!"

If you had studied science or engineering, all these uncles and elders here today could have easily arranged a job for you!

"Dad, why don't you say that you don't have enough face?" Shang Muchen muttered under his breath.

My dad was so angry he almost slapped me across the face.

Just then, the banquet hall door was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged man in his sixties, dressed sloppily and looking poor, barged in.

The old man's appearance was completely out of place among the elegantly dressed VIPs. His face was full of wrinkles, his hair was matted, his tattered jacket was filthy, and his leather shoes were worn white.

"Second brother, you invited me to dinner but didn't invite me, so I'm showing up uninvited, haha!" the old man shouted.

Upon seeing the visitor, Shang Muchen immediately stood up, pulled out a chair, and said, "Fourth Uncle, you've come at the right time. The main dishes haven't been served yet."

When the old man saw who it was, he immediately showed a look of disgust and said, "Fourth brother, it's not that I didn't want to call you."

I called you, but your phone was off.

"Nonsense!" Fourth Uncle raised an eyebrow. "Second Brother, when did you call me?"

I wouldn't have known if I hadn't heard from my older sister that you were hosting a graduation banquet for my nephew today!

Second brother, don't worry, I'll definitely give a gift; I won't eat your food for nothing.

As he spoke, Fourth Uncle took out a huge red envelope and stuffed it into Shang Muchen's hand.

Shang Muchen liked his fourth uncle very much. Although he could only see him once every few years, he would give him a red envelope containing at least tens of thousands of yuan every time they met.

This red envelope was quite thick, probably worth tens of thousands of yuan. Shang Muchen rolled his eyes at his father and quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

The eldest aunt stepped in to smooth things over, saying with a smile, "Fourth brother, it's good that you made it back. Quick, toast your second brother."

"Great!" Fourth Uncle picked up his wine glass and said a few polite words. Father couldn't say anything more to complain, so they drank a glass together.

As soon as Fourth Uncle sat down, an old man who looked like a leader greeted him with a smile.

The old man asked in surprise, "Chief, you know my brother?"

"Absolutely! Guoxing, Guoning is an old acquaintance of mine. Back when I was a section chief, he was the one who looked at the feng shui of my office."

If it weren't for him, I might have been killed by that person long ago!

At this moment, a large, fat man from another table took the initiative to come over with a wine glass and toast Uncle Si.

"Master Shang, what a coincidence!"

"Hey boss! What brings you here today, bro?"

The fat man completely ignored his father's interest and enthusiastically clinked glasses with his fourth uncle: "Master Shang, ever since you changed the feng shui of my office, I've really struck it rich!"

That one deal made me a billion! It's all thanks to you!

Please tell me your card number, and I'll send you a thank-you payment later!

Uncle Si waved his hand dismissively and said, "My rule is that I only accept cash, and only once. Your wealth makes me happy."

If everyone in the country gets rich, society will be harmonious. I'd be happy to see everyone get rich!

Shang Muchen asked his father in a low voice, "What does Fourth Uncle do? How come he's so influential?"

"Looking at the feng shui," the old man said with a look of disgust.