Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Shang Muchen's honest attitude seemed to be well-received by the old man who was the host of today's banquet.

After repeatedly saying "good," he turned to his fourth uncle and asked, "Shang Laosi, is your nephew living in Sa Sanqi's house now?"

"Yes, I've reported it to your workplace," Uncle Si said honestly. "You know, in our line of work, we need to cultivate 'qi observation,' and in the past, we all slept in cemeteries..."

"Okay. Who owns Sa Sanqi's house now?" the old man asked, turning to the beautiful woman in black beside him.

She answered softly, "Wang the Fatty."

"Okay, go and say hello to Fatty Wang. I have the following arrangements for you to remember:"

The property rights of Sa Sanqi's house, as well as all the inheritance left by Sa Sanqi in the house, were transferred to Shang Muchen's name.

Meanwhile, the technical issues currently existing in the house are being addressed by Eileen's research group.

"Yes." The woman in black wrote down the old man's words in a small notebook.

"My God!" Fourth Uncle stood up in shock, his hands trembling with excitement, and said repeatedly, "Boss! You can't do this!"

Even excluding the luxury watches and paintings inside the house, the property itself is valued at over 100 million!

We can stay here for a few days. If you really transfer such a valuable property and all the treasures in the house to Xiaochen, we can't afford it!

This is...this is too valuable!"

"Old Master Shang, you've cultivated yourself your whole life. How come you still don't understand the principle that money is just an external thing?"

Money is nothing to people like us; it's just an illusion.

Shang Muchen is an honest and quiet young man. He left a deep impression on me today, and I like him very much.

I feel at ease entrusting Sa Sanqi's house to such a reliable young man.

It's much better to let him manage it than to leave it idle in Wang Da Pangzi's hands.

Go back and tell Fatty Wang to hurry up and get the paperwork done, and say it was me who said it.

"Xiao Chen, why don't you thank the boss!"

Shang Muchen's mind was buzzing, and his legs felt a little weak. He quickly stood up, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you, leader!"

"Good! Good!" The old man nodded and said, "Little Shang, keep up your honest persona and don't take any detours."

I'll keep an eye on you. It would be a shame if you went astray.

"Yes, I will definitely keep myself pure and upright, and be vigilant even when alone!"

"Good! Good!" The old man nodded with a smile.

So the house just belongs to me like that?

That Harry Winston tourbillon, along with dozens of other luxury watches and that Trek bicycle, are all mine now.

What's going on?

I did nothing and yet I received such a huge fortune. Why should I go to work or look for a job?

Oh my God!

Shang Muchen felt his face burning, unable to suppress the rush of blood to his head, and his mind went blank.

Shang Muchen's discovery made the short man sitting opposite him extremely uncomfortable. He whispered a few words to his father, then abruptly stood up and said, "Boss! Can you test me on something too?"

The old man waved his hand and laughed, "No more exams, let's eat. We still have foreign guests here."

"I... I want to demonstrate my abilities and try to get a job at your company!" the short man said earnestly.

The old man still had a smile on his face, but his words revealed his displeasure: "Young man, according to the relevant regulations, you have to take an exam to work in our unit."

No matter how legitimate your path is, even if I personally approve it, it won't work; the rules stipulate that you must pass an exam.

"Look at Qingdai—" The old man pointed to the beautiful woman in black beside him and said, "She has such powerful connections. She's the direct descendant of the Chen family in Northeast China and a once-in-a-millennium genius of the Xian'er family."

If you want to join our company, you still have to take an exam, right?

Qingdai, I remember you were in the top three in your written test when you joined the company?

"Indeed," said the beautiful woman in black with a slight Northeastern accent, "the top scorer in the written exam that year was the cheating Ning Laohu, Professor Zhou ranked second, and I ranked third."

Ning Laohu got a perfect score on the written test, which nearly drove Lao Zhou and us crazy!

"Did you hear that? Young man, I'd love to have you join our company, but you'll have to pass a written test and an interview."

Before the short Wu Biao could say anything more, the old man waved his hand and said, "Alright, let's start the feast. The foreign guests have been waiting for ages, just to watch us chat idly."

It would be impolite to neglect our guests.

Short Wu Biao sat down angrily, and Shang Muchen secretly saw him cracking his knuckles.

The banquet began, with cups and plates laid out and toasts exchanged. Shang Muchen remained in a daze, his mind preoccupied with the house.

After a few rounds of drinks, Fourth Uncle led Shang Muchen to the old man sitting to the left of the host and offered him a toast.

"Mr. Qian, Shang Xiaosi is here to toast you. Xiaochen, come quickly and greet Mr. Qian Songtao."

"Hello, sir." Shang Muchen held the cup with both hands and bowed deeply.

The thin, wrinkled old man rolled his eyes at Shang Muchen dismissively, ignoring him, and said to his fourth uncle, Shang Guoning, "Young Shang, your nephew seems to be getting a lot of attention from the boss. Why don't you go and toast him?"

"I have to take care of you first. You're such a generous person, allowing me to make a living in this world. I have to respect you."

"Hmph, you know what's good for you." With that, the old man casually picked up his wine glass, clinked it with Shang Guoning's, and ignored Shang Muchen.

Shang Muchen felt it inappropriate to continue trying to curry favor, so he lowered his head and drank alone.

Back in his seat, Shang Muchen wanted to find out who the "leader" in the middle was and who this pretentious old man was, but his fourth uncle waved his hand repeatedly, indicating that he shouldn't ask any more questions.

After eating for a while, "Shorty" Wu Biao came over and toasted his fourth uncle and Shang Muchen.

"Xiao Chen," Uncle Si said with a smile, "Xiao Wu is about your age, you two should get closer and closer in the future."

"We've met before," Shang Muchen said with a half-smile.

"Really? What a coincidence! You two should have a drink!" Uncle Si urged.

Wu Biao, all smiles, downed his drink in one gulp, then reached out and grabbed Shang Muchen's hand, saying, "Hey, I didn't know you had a nickname, buddy."

What's your name... White Crow?

Shang Muchen could feel Wu Biao, the "shorty," tightening his grip, as if he wanted to crush him, so he also used his strength.

"Hehe, it's all because my uncle flatters me, I don't have any real ability."

He spoke lightly, but his hands were already aching terribly; the bones in his palms felt like they were about to be crushed. "Shorty" Wu Biao was incredibly strong.

In a fit of anger, Shang Muchen stomped on Wu Biao's toes and used his right heel to grind Wu Biao's left little toe.

Wu Biao's eyes widened in pain, and he was speechless for a moment, but he didn't loosen his grip. The two of them struggled for a full minute, each with an unnatural smile on their face, before they simultaneously let go and loosened their grip.

Wu Biao patted Shang Muchen's arm, speechless, and limped back. Shang Muchen's left hand was also swollen, and he was sweating profusely from the pain, unable to even hold his wine glass.

"What's going on between you two? Are you two having a fight?" Fourth Uncle asked quietly.

"Who knows? He's just jealous of me." Shang Muchen wrinkled his nose dismissively, secretly poured the ice cubes from his drink onto a hand towel, and hid his hand under the table to apply a cold compress.