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In this day and age, inflation is fierce, and currency has depreciated significantly; even recluses have started to lose their value! Almost every book you randomly open has about a fifty percent chance of containing such a plot: the protagonist is usually incredibly ordinary, yet they are suddenly struck by dog shit luck. What kind of dog shit luck? For example, the protagonist might encounter a legendary recluse, typically an old man or a beautiful woman. Then, the dog shit luck escalates as this recluse takes a liking to the protagonist and uses coercive or pleading methods—if it's a woman, there might even be elements of seduction—to teach the protagonist their skills, leading to the protagonist emerging as unbeatable... Moreover, there are now many so-called health experts and Taoist masters appearing out of nowhere, but of course, none can withstand the test of time; they are all charlatans! As for real-life recluses, they are rarely available; most are purely fictional! For instance, Wei Yuan has fabricated one in his explanation: he claims that the reclaimed defective jade is because he knows a master who might have a way to repair these man-made flaws.
Then will Liu Haisheng believe it? In fact, Liu Haisheng himself is quite confused, but in his impression, Wei Yuan is not a fool and wouldn't engage in such unreliable matters. Besides, their generation grew up watching martial arts stories, so they are quite accepting of tales about recluses.
"Your master isn't a charlatan, is he?" Liu Lei was the first to question.
In reality, nowadays when it comes to foreign laws and practices, many people immediately say that most are charlatans who are willing to sacrifice their appearance for money. For example, that impressive Feng Shui Master from Hong Kong swindled over a hundred billion in assets. This shows that being a charlatan is the most promising profession! "I have my own discernment ability; besides, I have nothing for him to swindle me out of, right?" Wei Yuan replied with a smile.
The truth is that there is no such master at all. So where would Wei Yuan be deceived? Since Wei Yuan might have a way to find a path to wealth from those defective jades, Liu Haisheng and his son naturally wouldn't stop him. In this day and age, hindering others from making money is akin to killing someone's parents; no one would be so foolish as to do such a thing. They merely offered Wei Yuan some advice.
Wei Yuan was quite touched by Liu Haisheng and his son's concern; he repeatedly assured them that he would be careful. The three of them enjoyed tea in the Jade Origin Studio until it was nearly midnight when Wei Yuan stood up to take his leave.
At this moment, driving the Blue Old Man's Mercedes, Wei Yuan felt somewhat lost. The rented apartment only had three rooms; once his cousin Xie Yufei arrived, he would definitely have to give up his room for her. It wouldn't be an issue for him to sleep on the sofa in the living room.
However, he was worried about Han Ling. After stepping in for her twice now, Wei Yuan could clearly sense that Han Ling's attitude towards him had changed significantly. It’s important to note that she usually pays no attention to any man at all; this left Wei Yuan somewhat at a loss.
He was genuinely afraid of becoming the drug used by Yuan Ziyi. Given the circumstances, this possibility seemed quite high.
In fact, Han Ling's fear of men wasn't sudden; the stark contrast in treatment after her face burned had already greatly impacted her. The most crucial point is that generally speaking, no matter how disappointed a woman may be or how much she may dislike all men in the world, there is at least one person she won't hate: her father.
Yet as the Marquis of Purple Robe Pavilion and the biggest leader, Yuan Ziyi's father left Han Ling with no impression whatsoever of this old man. In her subconscious mind, her father represented an image of someone who abandoned his wife and daughter. Coupled with her fiancé Ma Teng's ruthless betrayal, this led Han Ling to develop an increasing aversion towards men.
However, the more this was the case, the more Wei Yuan's performance left an imprint on Han Ling's heart. At this moment, looking at the empty hall where Wei Yuan had not yet returned, Han Ling noticed a slight change in her emotions! Of course, far away in the suburbs, Wei Yuan couldn't sense her feelings at all. At this time, he flipped through Liu Haisheng's written address and contact number for the person in charge and discovered that the largest jade factory was nearby. However, since it was already past one o'clock in the morning, Wei Yuan had no choice but to plan to go there tomorrow morning instead.
Many factories are located on the outskirts of cities, primarily because land prices are cheaper and it does not affect production. If they were near residential buildings, complaints would come in frequently, making it difficult to operate. Wei Yuan drove around for a while and finally found the address of the Jade Processing Factory. He then searched for a hotel but after a long round, he realized that this area was mostly made up of dormitory buildings, and he couldn't find a single hotel.
However, Wei Yuan finally spotted a large sign at a corner that read "Fuyuantang."
It turned out to be a Foot Massage center. From the exterior decoration and its level of quality, it seemed quite legitimate. Wei Yuan even saw female customers coming out from inside, indicating that there were likely no inappropriate activities happening there.
So, Wei Yuan parked the Blue Old Man's Mercedes outside and walked straight in. The receptionist quickly bowed and greeted him. As he entered the lobby of the Foot Massage center, a woman in professional attire approached him and said, "Welcome, sir. Please go upstairs."
Following her upstairs, he heard her ask, "Do you have a preferred technician?" Wei Yuan had never been to such a place before; if it weren't for his inability to find a hotel, he wouldn't have even considered coming here. So he replied, "You can arrange it for me; just give me a private room."
Under the arrangement of the supervisor, Wei Yuan entered a room and sank into the large sofa, feeling quite comfortable. At that moment, the staff began to serve him cut fruits, along with a large wooden tub filled with hot water and a bunch of medicinal concoctions that Wei Yuan couldn't name.
The technician who would be giving him a foot massage looked to be in her twenties and appeared quite young. Unfortunately, her face was marked with many blemishes that reminded one of the surface of the moon. However, to be fair, the techniques used by technicians in such professional Foot Massage centers were top-notch; the pressure was just right, and she seemed to understand some acupressure points.
"This gentleman looks quite tired," the female technician initiated conversation.
For them, each service usually lasted at least an hour or two. If they encountered an interesting customer who liked to chat during a foot massage, time would pass easily. However, if they had to deal with someone who was quiet or liked to boast, it could be quite challenging.
Wei Yuan was neither of those types; as soon as he entered, he squinted his eyes and occasionally yawned, clearly looking sleepy.
Wei Yuan smiled slightly and said, "I am indeed a bit tired. Just go ahead and massage; if I fall asleep later, don't wake me."
The Foot Massage Therapist heard this and stopped talking to Wei Yuan. Instead, while giving the massage, she focused on a specific acupoint on his foot. It was unclear whether her acupoint massage truly promoted sleep or if Wei Yuan was simply overly fatigued, but before long, he had already fallen asleep.
As for whether the Massage Therapist would continue the massage after he fell asleep or just stay in the room until it was time to leave, Wei Yuan had no way of knowing... In any case, it felt a bit unfair for him to spend money on this; he thought it might have been better to just sleep in the car. This was the last thought that crossed Wei Yuan's mind as he drifted into a deep sleep.
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