Chapter 56: Profiting from the Opportunity

Yang Rui felt a surge of secret delight; this trip was well worth it! He knew very well that these white-collar professionals were under immense pressure and deeply craved psychological comfort. Reading their physiognomy and offering a few comforting words, even if forgotten the next moment, could temporarily relieve that tight tension. More importantly, they had wide networks and were much more generous with their spending than ordinary people, making them potential high-quality clients!

He straightened up, solemnly drew a business card from his pocket, and presented it with both hands. "This is my card. Please feel free to offer your guidance."

Assistant Wu took it, looked down, and read aloud: "Professional physiognomy, feng shui and geomancy, destiny analysis, fortune coordination... Yang Rui? This name... is rather interesting." Her gaze drifted lower. "Address... the diagonal corner of Entrance A of the Light Textile City South Market? I often go shopping around there, how come I have no impression of such a place?" She raised her head, looking skeptical.

After Yang Rui struggled to explain for quite a while, Assistant Wu finally had a flash of realization: "Oh—! You mean that out-of-the-way corner!"

She glanced at the card again. "Contact number 136... Landline... Transferred to Yang Rui via Ms. Yan? What is this supposed to mean?"

"That Ms. Yan is my personal assistant," Yang Rui explained without changing his expression.

"Pfft!" Assistant Wu couldn't help laughing out loud. "A diviner... uh, I mean feng shui master, has an assistant?" She looked at Yang Rui with playful eyes.

"Assistant Wu," Yang Rui said, his expression turning serious and his tone solemn, "respecting other people's professions is a basic quality of being a human being. I believe you understand this better than I do." She could look down on him, but looking down on his trade was unacceptable. This was Yang Rui's bottom line.

"Are you here to look for a job, or to drum up business?" Assistant Wu's tone turned subtle, a faint, ambiguous smile lingering at the corners of her mouth. "You've got some nerve, boldly soliciting work right here in our company's territory! Aren't you afraid I'll call the security guards..." She deliberately dragged out her tone, thinking the person in front of her was utterly fascinating. To seize the gap between interviews to expand his business—that level of "professional dedication" was truly one of a kind.

How could Yang Rui fail to see through Assistant Wu's little trick? It was nothing more than an attempt to scare him and retaliate for his earlier flippant remarks. Even she herself found it strange why she had bothered arguing for so long with such a "scoundrel." Yet this rustic-dressed, raguishly-smiling young man happened to possess a pair of soul-stirring eyes—clear like freshly melted snow on a mountain peak, yet deep enough to seem capable of piercing the human heart. Having such eyes embedded on the face of a "jianghu charlatan" was simply a malicious joke played by the Creator!

"Don't do that!" Yang Rui shivered all over. The female police officer He Yuting's threats still lingered in his ears; he definitely didn't want to spend the New Year in a detention center! His face instantly piled up with ingratiating smiles.

Seeing him cower like this, Wu Yun's lips curved triumphantly, and a pair of delicate dimples near her cheeks flickered into view, making her exquisitely made-up face look even more pretty. Yang Rui was slightly dazed as he watched.

Immersed in the joy of "victory," Wu Yun failed to notice his momentary distraction.

"How about this," she tapped her fingertips lightly on the desk with a hint of a cat playing with a mouse, "tell my fortune. If you get it right, we'll let this matter drop. If you don't..." She deliberately dragged out the end of her sentence, leaving a vast space of imaginative threat.

Yang Rui was ecstatic inside—the only thing he feared was not being given a chance! Yet outwardly he remained completely calm, once again focusing his gaze on Wu Yun's face with an intensity that bordered on audacious. After a moment, he tightly knitted his brows, let out a long sigh, shook his head repeatedly, and muttered under his breath, "Dire, this is truly dire!"

"What is it?" Wu Yun was made somewhat nervous by his theatrical demeanor.

Yang Rui, well-versed in this trade, had his own survival rules: minor issues were blown up to be shocking and alarming, while major issues were only hinted at, leaving them to the will of heaven. Of course, Yan Lanzhi was an exception. He put on a serious posture and asked, "May I presumptuously inquire, Miss, how old are you, and what is your esteemed name?"

"Does that matter?" Wu Yun narrowed her pretty almond eyes with vigilance.

"It matters immensely!" Yang Rui said decisively.

"...Wu Yun, twenty-four."

"Mm." Yang Rui nodded with deliberate profundity, though a flash of triumphant amusement quickly crossed the corner of his mouth. "I have grasped the issue. May I ask, Miss Wu, have you recently been frequently plagued by pointless harassments? Have work obstacles popped up repeatedly? Do you toss and turn restlessly at night and lack energy by day?"

"You... how did you know?!" Wu Yun's almond eyes widened in shock, her body leaning slightly forward.

"Heavenly secrets must not be easily leaked." Yang Rui shook his head with an air of profound mystery, pushing the art of keeping someone in suspense to its absolute limit.

"Then... is there a way to resolve it?" Wu Yun fell right into the trap, her tone urgent.

"Resolution is not difficult, it's just that..." Yang Rui wore a troubled expression, stopping mid-sentence.

"Just what?"

"This place is not suitable for a detailed discussion. How about this, let's find a quiet place, and I will carefully coordinate things for you." Yang Rui smoothly proposed.

"Right after work tonight! Dinner is on me!" Wu Yun didn't hesitate at all, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Yang Rui felt deeply reassured. Wu Yun also felt a sense of relief, her tense expression relaxing as she even took the initiative to make small talk. The conversation ranged wildly, eventually drifting into Yang Rui's "professional domain." In front of a beauty, he naturally refused to show weakness and began pointing out the flaws in the office's feng shui layout. Looking at those familiar layouts that incorporated Western elements, he vaguely felt they looked somewhat familiar, though he couldn't remember where he had seen them for a moment, forcing him to fish for clues indirectly. Unfortunately, Wu Yun knew very little about this herself.

Growing tired of chatting, Yang Rui's occupational hazard flared up, and he began to "pontificate" on the surrounding furnishings—the vase needed to be moved, the reception desk needed adjusting, the floor cleaning had its own specific rules... He spoke fluently and endlessly, and Wu Yun listened with rapt attention, completely unaware that the office door behind them had quietly opened, and a steady-tempered middle-aged man was watching them with a frown.

President Yu's probing gaze lingered on Yang Rui for a moment, and then he instructed Wu Yun: "Arrange a position for him." With that, he shook his head with a trace of incomprehension and turned back into his office.

Glancing at their stunned expressions, Yang Rui chuckled inwardly: how could ordinary mortals understand the actions of an expert? He muttered to himself: "What's wrong? Look down on the working class? I earn my living with my own hands, upright and honest!" He turned to Wu Yun and urged loudly, "Beauty, let's arrange my work!"

Wu Yun snapped back to her senses and hastily got up to lead him to his "post."

Passing through the bright and neat office area, outside the glass curtain wall was the bustling street scene. Wu Yun walked with an elegant gait; her well-tailored professional suit outlined her graceful curves: a waist slender enough to be grasped with one hand, full and smooth hip curves wrapped in a knee-length skirt, and straight, slender legs encased in high-heeled knee-high leather boots. Following closely behind, Yang Rui appreciated this pleasing back view and couldn't help marveling inwardly: this figure is truly a gift from the heavens!

"Here, this is your 'battlefield'!" Wu Yun stopped in front of a frosted glass door and pushed it open. Inside was a fully equipped cleaning utility room.