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The hustle and bustle of the Entrepreneurship Challenge Cup had just ended, and Lu Yuan had cleanly and efficiently handled all the remaining trivial matters in just two days, officially ushering in his winter vacation.

The backend management of "Love Notes" is now entirely handled by Hu Xingyu.

To allow him to operate freely, Lu Yuan specially approved a sum of money, permitting him to recruit a group of employees on his own.

However, Lu Yuan had specifically instructed in private that this group of people must not be Hu Xingyu's acquaintances or friends.

He knew Hu Xingyu too well. This person was mild-mannered and easily swayed by others. If it was someone he knew who made a mistake at work, he would most likely find it difficult to criticize them.

This "nice guy" personality is a fatal weakness in team management and is very detrimental to efficient management.

Lu Yuan felt that once he was done with this busy period, he needed to give him a good talking-to.

However, Lu Yuan didn't have time to deal with those trivial matters right now, because he was about to head north.

Lu Yuan had two things on his mind during this trip to Beijing.

Firstly, he wanted to fulfill his promise to Ye Yixian and take her to play in the snow. Lu Yuan would never refuse anything Ye Yixian longed for, for a simple reason: he was his girl, and naturally he wanted to pamper her.

Secondly, it was for business. During the provincial competition, he met an investor from Beijing who was quite accomplished in the field of high technology. If "Love Notes" wants to upgrade its technology in the future, such talent and resource support will be indispensable.

The flight that started in the morning landed in the afternoon, and we were in Beijing in no time.

At this time, the capital city was covered in a blanket of white snow, and you could find a park anywhere to enjoy playing in the snow.

Gao Zhe and Wang Qingyu also came along, which was part of Lu Yuan's plan.

The first day's itinerary was packed, and they experienced every snow-related activity: from building snowmen and having snowball fights to skiing and ice skating, they had a great time.

None of the four people knew how to ski or ice skate, but they wanted to try it anyway, so they hired an instructor at the ski resort.

The coach is a young woman in her early twenties with neat short hair; everyone calls her Teacher Yuanyuan.

Not only is she highly skilled, but she is also very popular at the ski resort. Her four-hour lessons cost 380 yuan, and there are still many people queuing up to book them.

Ye Yixian liked her teaching style very much, but half a day was obviously not enough to get started.

Seeing this, Lu Yuan gave Teacher Yuanyuan two thousand yuan separately, asking her to teach Ye Yixian for another whole day.

Money makes things easier, and Teacher Yuanyuan smiled and readily agreed, becoming even more patient with Ye Yixian.

The next day, Lu Yuan let Ye Yixian and Gao Zhe continue to enjoy themselves at the ski resort, while he went to meet the investor.

The meeting went exceptionally smoothly.

Investors strongly agree with "Love Notes'" plan to transform into a social platform for creating and sharing animated GIFs.

In fact, there was already a similar company in the industry making a similar product. That was the later well-known "Kuaishou" platform.

Investors indicated they were willing to provide some talent support, but with the year-end approaching, the company was in dire need of personnel, and sending talent abroad would have to wait until after the Spring Festival.

Lu Yuan expressed his full understanding of this.

After the meeting, at the invitation of the investors, he also gave a brief tour of this large company located in central Beijing.

Looking at those busy and energetic young faces, Lu Yuan's plans for the future of his company gradually became clearer.

At noon, Lu Yuan declined the investors' invitation to have lunch together and took his leave first.

Stepping out of the office building, Lu Yuan didn't rush to hail a taxi. Instead, he chose to walk for a while to appreciate the central part of Beijing in 2011.

Many people may feel that 2011 didn't have any special atmosphere, but Lu Yuan knew in his heart that this land was changing rapidly, and ten years was enough to change everyone's lifestyle.

Fine snowflakes continued to fall from the sky, and the air was frigid.

As Lu Yuan passed by an overpass, he caught a glimpse of a person sitting on the side of the bridge.

The man was wearing a thick, old cotton-padded coat, his hands tightly tucked into his sleeves, huddled motionless in a corner, covered with a thin layer of snow.

Lu Yuan thought he was a beggar and thought to himself that it was really hard for him to be begging outside in such cold weather.

Feeling pity, he took out a few coins from his pocket and gently placed them in the broken bowl in front of the man, which was already covered with snow.

"Cough cough..."

Just then, the person suddenly moved.

He seemed to have just woken up from a dream, coughing heavily a few times and exhaling a thick cloud of white breath.

"Young man, what do you think you are?" He looked up, his voice old and hoarse.

"What did you say?" Lu Yuan was stunned for a moment, not hearing clearly, and thought the other party said "Who do you think you are?"

He knew he meant well, but if he was seen as looking down on people, he promised he would never give money to beggars again.

"Do you want your fortune told? Or your love life?" the old man asked again, shaking off the snow and scattering the things in front of him.

Lu Yuan then realized that it wasn't a tattered blanket at all, but a faded Bagua diagram.

So this person is a fortune teller.

"Hehe, I don't count." Lu Yuan laughed awkwardly and waved his hand, "I was just passing by and thought you were begging, so I gave you some pocket money."

"Oh, I see." The old man smiled, looked down at the change in the bowl, and picked up all the coins except for a five-yuan note, handing them back to Lu Yuan.

"Old man, I only charge five yuan for a fortune telling, not a penny more, not a cent less. Since you've already paid, it must be fate, so I'll tell your fortune. Tell me, what do you want to know?"

As he spoke, he took out a few polished copper coins from his pocket, threw them into the bowl, and began to shake them skillfully.

Lu Yuan was a staunch materialist and never believed in these superstitious and ghostly things.

If fortune telling could truly predict good and bad fortune, would there still be accidents happening to people in this world?

This thing is just like horoscopes; it only says what you want to hear and uses psychological suggestion to make you feel that "it's really accurate."

To put it bluntly, even a dog could guess a few things correctly.

In his previous life, Lu Yuan had encountered a fortune teller who specialized in telling fortunes for big bosses.

It is said that the person's divination was extremely accurate, and he could help people avoid financial loss and disaster. He charged tens of thousands of yuan for a single divination.

You know, most bosses aren't short of money. If they can spend tens of thousands of dollars to buy a smooth future, they're happy to pay up.

After all, it's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't.

At that time, Lu Yuan heard his friends exaggerate the fortune teller's abilities and believed him to some extent.

By sheer coincidence, he ended up drinking a few more cups with the fortune teller. After a few drinks, the fortune teller couldn't control himself and spilled all his secrets.

It turns out that when the fortune teller was not famous in his early years, he would secretly inquire about the troubles that certain bosses were recently encountering. Then, he would pretend to be traveling around the world, create a "chance encounter," and casually mention the other person's troubles.

Upon hearing this, the boss was astonished, convinced that he was a prophet, and quickly asked him for help to avert disaster.

He then quoted a price that the boss thought was insignificant, and then said that he was "still inexperienced" and could only try his best.

If the boss's troubles are resolved within six months after the spell is cast, it's his achievement; if not, he says, "The karma is too heavy, I can't help you."

Of course, he learned his lesson and only targeted bosses who weren't too troublesome.

If it's a mess that even a dog would shake its head at, he'd run away as fast as he could.

Over time, as their reputation grew, customers naturally followed.

His method was actually quite simple: anyone who came to visit him must have encountered some difficulties. He didn't even need the boss to say anything; he would just do a quick calculation and mention some common problems, either business-related or emotional, and he could guess correctly nine out of ten times.

What if I guess wrong? No problem, I can always fix it later.

When a boss is in a panic, he doesn't have time to think logically.

How can we solve problems for our clients?

It's actually quite simple. For example, he would ask the customer if they have any potted plants at home.

If the customer says they have a plant, he says it's affecting the feng shui and that he should perform a ritual to fix it.

If a customer says they don't have a plant, he'll say they're missing a potted plant at home, and he'll personally consecrate one for them. Consecrated potted plants cost tens of thousands of yuan each, so you should buy it.

In short, no matter what the other party says, he has a complete set of arguments and can always speak eloquently.

After learning the truth, Lu Yuan stopped believing in fortune telling.

It is said that the fortune teller was later sent to work as a sewing machine operator because he had swindled too many naive young women.

"I won't do the fortune telling, it's too cold." Lu Yuan snapped out of his thoughts and waved his hand to advise, "Grandpa, it's so cold, you shouldn't come out to set up your fortune telling stall. It's not good for you to catch a cold."

"Hehe, the old man is still as hale and hearty as ever." The old man chuckled easily, then looked at Lu Yuan seriously. "Young man, judging from your expression, you don't believe in my abilities?"

Lu Yuan, of course, did not believe it.

But he didn't say it.

After all, everyone has their own struggles, and it's not good to publicly humiliate someone.

Even though he knew that the fortune teller in his past life was a fraud, Lu Yuan didn't expose him. He only ended up in jail because he messed up his own plans.

"I don't have anything to calculate. Things have been going very well lately, with both career and love flourishing." Lu Yuan smiled, then got up to leave.

However, just as he turned around, the old man's quiet words, like a needle, pierced his heart precisely, causing him to abruptly stop in his tracks:

"If someone were to live another life, would they be able to take control of their own destiny?"