Fang Wende, also known as the main beneficiary of the tower's construction resumption, was now the Feng Shui Master in use.
The night draped a white blanket of snow over the earth, and from a secluded private club, the sound of mahjong mixed with men's conversation carried through:
"Old Fang, I've heard you landed a big deal, didn't make a small fortune, huh?"
"Just a small gig, scraping by for a meal, how much could it earn? You, on the other hand, you're the one who rakes it in."
"I heard that job was originally taken by some little girl. You old ghost, competing for business with a newcomer, have you no shame?"
"Ha, what do you know, CEO You originally looked for me, and we were about to sign the contract, then he suddenly reneged and went for a green young girl, isn't that a slap in my face? Dared to steal a job from me, Old Fang, if I didn't teach her a lesson, would I have any standing left?"
