Translator-Rhapsodite
Editor- Koneko, Proofreader-Ghostie
At 10:00 a.m. CST on July 26th, the return flight to China that was booked for Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan, took off without any incident.
After a long flight of 13 hours and 40 minutes, they landed safely at 1:50 p.m. on July 27th.
When they left the airport from the international arrival, the scheduled pick-up service was already waiting for them in the parking lot.
The car took them directly to the old town, and dropped them off at the intersection. From there, they walked back to the “Sāntúchuān” broadcasting company on foot.
“By the way, I actually wanted to ask you something before.”
Wei Fuyuan dragged his luggage behind him as they walked and talked.
“You never seem to let outside cars drive directly to the company entrance, why is that?”
Bei Quan turned his head to look at him, without answering the question he replied:
“What do you think?”
Wei Fuyuan thought really seriously.
“No, it’s not just the car…”
He carefully recalled many details.
“Even the couriers and takeaways are never delivered directly into the company— everytime the little brother puts whatever on the low table by the door, and then either one of us has to go and get it ……”
The low table mentioned by Wei Fuyuan is placed outside in the corner of the company’s outer wall. The position of the low table is very strange. Although it was barely near the company, it could also be mistaken for belonging to the second-hand rental bookstore next door that could close down at any time.
Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan turned to look at Bei Quan in disbelief.
“Is it possible that, apart from us, no one else can find the Sāntúchuān?”
Bei Quan smiled and nodded his head, “Smart.”
Wei Fuyuan’s eyes widened.
“How did you do that?!”
Bei Quan replied.
“It’s just a trick…”
“In order not to cause trouble to the neighbors, we set up an array similar to a ghost hitting the wall next to the company— the average person walking past will subconsciously ignore it. If someone does happen to turn their head to look, they will only see a dangerous building.”
As he said this, he looked at Wei Fuyuan, his eyes slightly curved up whilst revealing a jaded smile as he tried hard to explain the complex matter.
“However, this array can be used to fool ordinary people as long as they have a little knowledge of the doorway or for someone like you… um…”
Bei Quan paused and thought of a more appropriate adjective.
“If someone is destined, the effect will not work.”
The word “destined” tickled his heart and Wei Fuyuan’s cheeks suddenly flushed red, at the same time his heart was vaguely happy.
Wei Fuyuan gripped the luggage tow bar in his hand and tried to make his response seem calm and unperturbed:
“That is indeed quite a fate.”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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——This is really troublesome…
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——I know I shouldn’t be excited, but now…
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——I do …… I do have a heart ……
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Because of the conversation just now, Wei Fuyuan stopped in front of the company’s entrance and looked at it carefully.
“This… I really don’t see anything special.”
Wei Fuyuan commented.
Bei Quan smiled.
“Why don’t you take a picture?”
Wei Fuyuan didn’t understand why, but he took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the front door.
On his mobile phone screen, he saw that between a faded rental bookstore and an insignificant grocery store there was no “Sāntúchuān” broadcasting company that he was very familiar with, but only a dilapidated and dangerous house remained, which had not been repaired for quite some time.
The wooden door at the entrance was locked, a piece of rice paper that had faded to a light rose color was pinned on the door. The words “For Rent” were written upon it, with a series of cell phone numbers underneath, except for the last three digits which had been torn off by hand— no one could get through just by looking at this piece of paper.
“Wow!”
Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes in shock.
“It can even cheat the camera. This is too powerful!”
After satisfying his little assistant’s curiosity, the two dragged their suitcases into “Sāntúchuān”.
Zhu Ling and Tian Jia Xin got in touch early and were waiting in the living room.
Beside the two of them, there was a third person waiting.
“You’re back!”
Seeing Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan enter the door, the strange man stood up from the sofa in front of them. His back was straight, and his expression was formal and polite.
Wei Fuyuan: “?”
He turned to Bei Quan, questioning with an expression.
But Bei Quan didn’t know this man either. He only shook his head slightly.
“First meeting!”
The strange man didn’t wait for Bei Quan to ask, “who are you?”, and just like pouring beans from a bamboo barrel, he began to talk.
“My name is Jiang Nan’an, and I am 26 years old. I am a disciple of the Shaolin Temple. I graduated from Fèng Xīngchéng University, majoring in Chinese language and literature. I have practised Shaolin boxing and stick techniques since childhood and I am good at golden bell cover and iron shirt…”
“Wait.”
Bei Quan raised his hand and interrupted the self-introduction of the young man, “Is it…”
He glanced at the young male, sweeping his gaze at the stranger, “Are you, my new partner?”
Jiang Nan’an nodded his head like pounding garlic,
“That’s right! That’s right!”
He rubbed his head in embarrassment, “I was supposed to come here three months ago, but ……”
Jiang Nan’an pointed to his left hand.
“When the master called me, I had just had a small car accident and injured my left wrist, so ……”
“I see.”
Bei Quan nodded clearly, smiled, and affectionately patted him on the shoulder: “Comrade Xiao Jiang, welcome to our warm family.”
Jiang Nan’an seemed surprised and moved by Bei Quan’s friendly attitude. He quickly held Bei Quan’s hand, shook it vigorously, and eagerly expressed his determination,
“I will work hard and cooperate fully. I will strive to bring all the wandering Hui Gui’s to justice, as soon as possible!”
Wei Fuyuan: “……?!”
He stared at Jiang Nan’an with a silly expression on his face, making a comparison with himself in his heart.
Comrade Xiao Jiang, who suddenly appeared, looked to be between 1.7 and 1.8 metres tall. His height alone was at least 10 centimetres shorter than Wei Fuyuan’s.
Jiang Nan’an had a buzzcut. His appearance could barely be considered flat headed and straight faced, but it was just on the level of a decent passer-by. Although the arm muscles that were exposed on the outside of his short-sleeved T-shirt seemed to be strong, Wei Fuyuan told himself that he had a better figure than him, he would not lose.
In addition, the other party claimed to be a disciple of the Shaolin Temple, familiar with boxing, stick techniques as well as being good at golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt.
Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan hissed in a low tone.
——If you really have copper-skin and iron bones, you wouldn’t have broken your wrist bone in a small car accident, right?
Just when Young Master Wei was silently judging the little comrade Jiang with 360 degrees of all-rounded criticism, he concluded that no matter from what aspect, he had won.
Zhu Ling suddenly interrupted, “Now that Xiao Jiang is here.”
She glanced at Wei Fuyuan:
“Then, Xiao Wei, he doesn’t need to continue to work here part-time, right?”
Wei Fuyuan: “!?”
He had thought that since he had worked conscientiously for three months, and without taking any credit for all the hard work, this should have earned him Zhu Ling’s favorability right? They didn’t even know the newcomer who had just arrived and didn’t even know what his ability and level were… yet they couldn’t wait to fire him!?
——This can’t be done!!
“We signed the contract!”
Wei Fuyuan immediately jumped up.
When he first applied for the job, he agreed to have a probation period of three months. Now that the three months had passed, Wei Fuyuan had already become a permanent worker and signed a new contract.
“I remember very clearly that my newly signed contract stipulates that I should be informed at least one month in advance. You can’t let me go now!”
Zhu Ling was silent.
Indeed, as an artefact born from cinnabar ink, she had natural inspiration for any kind of text. As long as she “touched” it once, it would be permanently imprinted in her mind.
She had touched Wei Fuyuan’s labour contract, and she remembered the terms clearly. It was certain that he was not talking nonsense.
Zhu Ling turned her head and glared at Bei Quan, only saying four words, “You, come with me.”
With that, she turned her head and headed straight for the study.
“I’ll discuss it with Zhu Ling.”
Bei Quan smiled at Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an.
“Wait here.”
With that, he also entered the study and closed the door behind him.
“Well, tell me…”
Zhu Ling left the only chair for Bei Quan. He ignored this and leant against the bookshelf, redoing the buttons on his sleeves, looking serious.
“What are you going to do with Wei Fuyuan?”
Although they signed a labour contract with Wei Fuyuan, both of them knew that the laws of the human world, for them, was not much of a fetter— if Bei Quan had the intention to break the contract, there were no less than ten ways to arrange this.
Although Zhu Ling didn’t know much about human and worldly sophistications, Bei Quan knew these quite well.
When Bei Quan recruited Wei Fuyuan to work, Zhu Ling was opposed to it.
In her opinion, it was not wise to involve innocent people in danger, and it was also easy to attract trouble.
However, Bei Quan said at that time that it was only temporary for Wei Fuyuan to join them. When his new partner came along, he would erase Wei Fuyuan’s memory and let him leave “Sāntúchuān” unconsciously and return to his original peaceful life.
“Now that Jiang is here, are you going to change your mind?”
Bei Quan sat on the chair and bowed his head for a long time.
“I didn’t change my mind…”
Bei Quan thought about it and tried to convince Zhu Ling.
“Xiao Wei. He… has more talent than I expected.”
Zhu Ling frowned, “What do you mean?”
Bei Quan briefly told the story of how he used the divine descent technique and moved the three souls and seven souls into Wei Fuyuan’s body.
“Xiao Wei’s merit and virtue are much stronger than I expected, which will be of great help to me.”
He pointed to himself, “You also know my physical condition…”
Zhu Ling frowned more tightly.
“Moreover, concerning Xiao Wei’s power of merit and virtue, are you sure that a spell like Mysticism will really work on him?”
Zhu Ling stopped talking.
She peered at Bei Quan with dark eyes, as if to see through his body and soul.
After a long silence, Zhu Ling asked:
“Are you sure you are not being selfish and reluctant to let Little Wei leave?”
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The author has something to say: the third person in the supporting cast has finally appeared, ha ha ha!
Pei!! Go away substitute, humpft, only Young Master Wei is allowed
Ahhh!!!! What to do?? (﹏😉
Thanks for the chapter ❤️❤️
My heart hurt a little when i read the chapter title😭
😪 prepares more popcorn along a stress ball and Kleenex