Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

After listening to Liu Qingyang's introduction of the Deer Crying Arrow, Shang Muchen couldn't help but sigh.

"He's just a spoiled brat, pampered by everyone, and utterly useless..."

"He's not a good-for-nothing. From the world's perspective, he's not an incompetent ruler, but a prince who received the highest level of aristocratic education," Liu Qingyang said.

"He is the youngest player to ever make the cut at the Waldner Masters, a junior champion on the North American Karate Tour, a former chamber quartet performer at Radio City Music Hall, and one of the youngest graduates of the Bloomberg Business School..."

Lu Mingdi isn't the useless spoiled brat you imagine.

Shang Muchen stuck out his tongue. He couldn't even play the harmonica. The only instrument he knew how to play was strung a rubber band on a tin pencil box and making a rattling sound.

"I can't compare to him... I'll listen to you, I won't try to compete with him anymore."

Liu Qingyang gently held Shang Muchen's hand and said tenderly, "Muchen, I can see a unique quality in you."

You don't need to know how to play ball, fight, play the piano, or make money.

You've succeeded as long as you strive to be yourself and create your own unique life experiences.

A gold-plated birdcage is no more comfortable than a rusty one. I've tried the same gold-plated birdcage and I'm fed up with it.

My father's loss of power is actually a relief for me. I can now fly out of the cage with you, who are already free, and pursue our own free and soaring lives.

These two sentences deeply moved Shang Muchen, and he grasped Liu Qingyang's hand, nodding earnestly.

"Lu Mingdi's biggest weakness is his 'excellence'."

He fulfilled every expectation his father had, and was a flawless figure in the eyes of his father and those around him.

His elders completely ignored his shortcomings and faults, only seeing his splendid side.

This is like an expensive piece of furniture that has been soaked in water; the surface may look shiny and bright, but the inside is rotten.

Imagine yourself in a different light. If you were to achieve so much success in just 24 years of your life, how much pressure would you feel every day?

To relieve this stress, Lu Mingdi would do some extremely perverse things. Killing cats and dogs was the least of his problems; I don't even want to talk about the more disgusting things he did.

Liu Qingyang shook his head repeatedly, speechless.

Shang Muchen sighed and laughed, "Compared to him, my life has basically been a waste. I have no experiences worth boasting about, no awards, no fame, no success..."

"Not having succeeded before doesn't mean you won't be defeated by failure."

"I won't be defeated. I've been lying flat, completely flat, I haven't gotten up at all, so how can I be defeated?"

As the two chatted, dishes were served one by one. Just as they were eating, the restaurant door was pushed open, and a group of foreign tourists came in chattering away.

They sat down excitedly and noisily to order food. Suddenly, Shang Muchen noticed that one of the children was holding a 3D-printed black skull dragon toy.

"Look..."

Shang Muchen pointed in surprise at the toy in the child's hand and asked Liu Qingyang, "Look at that toy, doesn't it look like the black dead dragon in the graffiti?"

"That's true!" Liu Qingyang nodded, got up and walked to the tourists' table, greeted them warmly, and chatted with them in fluent English.

Shang Muchen gets a headache whenever he hears English. After barely passing the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4), he gave up on English altogether and can't understand a single word.

Liu Qingyang chatted happily with the tourists for a while, then returned to the table and said to Shang Muchen, "The child's parents said they bought it from a vendor at the viewing platform."

"Let's go over there after we finish eating, ask that person, and investigate the dragon matter."

"it is good."

After finishing their meal, Shang Muchen and Liu Qingyang walked back to the Dragon Head Viewing Platform and returned to the underground passage. Only then did they realize that a toy stall they had passed by earlier, without paying close attention, was indeed displaying the same skull black dragon at a stall selling 3D printed toys.

Shang Muchen chatted with the vendor for a few minutes and found out that the parameters of this black dragon model came from a netizen named "Kurosaki Hideto".

"I make 3D printed toys," the stall owner said. "I often share model parameters with people in online forums and groups."

There used to be a very active content creator on the forum, but he later left the scene. His online name was "Kurosaki Hideto." He once posted a set of 12 Chinese zodiac toy models, which were very exquisite. We all printed them, and they sold quite well.

"Could you share the model parameters with me? I'm willing to pay for them," Shang Muchen said enthusiastically. "I'm an enthusiast too!"

"No need to spend money, I got it for free anyway. Add me as a friend and I'll share it with you," the stall owner said generously.

Just as Shang Muchen was taking out his phone, a group of people suddenly rushed in from the other side of the underpass.

The group consisted of twenty or thirty people, both men and women, divided into two groups, fighting and shouting at each other.

Before he could add the stall owner as a friend, the group rushed forward, surging towards Shang Muchen and the stall owner, separating them.

Left with no other option, Shang Muchen had to pull Liu Qingyang away from the troublemakers.

One group appeared to be tourists from out of town, while the other seemed to be local residents. It was unclear what they were arguing about, but they were shouting insults at each other, pushing and shoving each other as they did so.

Like a stream of dirty water, it surged noisily from the entrance of the underground passage all the way into its depths, and soon disappeared into the fork in the road.

Shang Muchen shook his head speechlessly, then turned to look at the toy stall again, only to find to his surprise that the stall owner was nowhere to be seen.

Shang Muchen went around to the back of the stall cart. The stall owner hadn't hidden away; he was simply gone.

Along with him, his QR code payment card, as well as his business cards and name tags, also disappeared.

What's going on?

Those people just now actually kidnapped the stall owner?

Shang Muchen and Liu Qingyang exchanged a glance, both at a loss for what to do.

I waited there for a while, but the stall owner didn't come back.

Shang Muchen had no other choice but to go to the security room again and tell the security captain about the situation.

The security captain promised to call Shang Muchen as soon as he saw the stall owner return.

With things having come to this point, there was nothing else to do, so Shang Muchen had no choice but to leave the security room with Liu Qingyang.

A deep sense of frustration rose in Shang Muchen's heart, like drawing an SSR in a gacha game but not saving it, almost holding onto it but missing out.

Liu Qingyang comforted him, saying, "Mu Chen, it seems things here are not simple, and there might be other troubles. Let's not get too involved."

"You're right, let's forget about it." Shang Muchen nodded.

After sending Liu Qingyang back to Yanji University, Shang Muchen, on his way back by subway, was preoccupied with the 3D printing forum and his relationship with Kurosaki Hidetoshi.

Should I talk to my fourth uncle? Should I talk to Li Weiqiang? What should I do next?

Just as I was filled with doubt, my phone rang and an unknown number called.

After hesitating for a moment, I answered the phone. A familiar male voice came through: "This is Xiao Jie. I'd like to talk to you alone."