Fangaro seemed surprised that Bai was so straightforward, so he teased with a light laugh, "Aren't you afraid that I am a fraud?"
Bai shook his head, "I know you are not." Having experienced the luck given by the other party personally, how could he suspect? Moreover, if this person was a fraud, he was willing to try, given that he had no other options left.
Twenty new banknotes were fanned out in front of Fangaro like a fan, and Bai, looking at what was left in his wallet, feeling somewhat disappointed. Obviously, he used to carry a considerable amount of cash with him every day, not to mention tens of thousands, but at least five thousand. How come he only had two thousand left when he needed it? Fortunately, the amount requested by this person was just within his reach; otherwise, it would have been very embarrassing.
"Is two thousand enough? I can transfer more through mobile banking." Bai asked hopefully.
Fangaro's slender fingertips swept over the fan of banknotes. His soft voice was like a gentle evening breeze, "Two thousand is completely sufficient, I only want cash today."
Bai handed the money over, not saying anything, but expressing a feeling of regret in his eyes. Was two thousand yuan worth of luck enough? Would it suffice?
Fangaro didn't take the money, but smilingly said, "Mr. Bai, you are truly my benefactor. If it weren't for you today, I would still be troubled." Fangaro's gentle smile and clear voice comforted Bai and his troubled heart.
Bai couldn't understand what the other party was saying. Meeting him was fortunate? This statement might have been appropriate before, but now it made him feel embarrassed and uncomfortable. However, despite this discomfort, he was moved by the warmth and comfort the young man provided. It had been a long time since someone had treated him so gently.
As Bai was lost in thought, Fangaro lightly clasped his hand with the twenty banknotes, and softly asked, "Are you ready?"
"Ready for what?" Bai asked, looking puzzled.
"Ready to receive luck," Fangaro's soft voice and playful smile lingered in Bai's ears, making his heart tingle. But the next moment, he forgot to investigate his strange feelings, as something even stranger happened. An extremely cold air flowed out of his limbs and gathered in the palm of his hand, it then seeped out of his pores.
Bai's fingertips holding the banknotes were numb with cold, and he felt inexplicably frightened. He didn't know what this cold air was, whether it was real or an illusion. However, while his mind doubted, his arms continued to tremble from the cold, even though it was almost summer, it felt like he had fallen into an icy cave. So, everything was real.
Bai wanted to ask Fangaro what this strange cold air was, but was afraid to interrupt him.
After about two or three minutes, Fangaro released Bai's hand and took the two thousand yuan, grateful as he said, "Thank you for your patronage. It's really great to meet you today, Mr. Bai."
"Is that all?" Bai asked incredulously.
"Yes, that's all. Goodbye, Mr. Bai." Fangaro rolled the banknotes into a small bundle and gestured a farewell as he walked away. Bai was still puzzled, but Fangaro was already far away, his figure illuminated by the dim streetlights, hazy and transient, as if dissipating in the night.
Bai stared at his hand, which was cold and now emitting heat, his expression changing from perplexed to ecstatic. Since Bai Lin's departure, he had felt his body becoming heavier and increasingly fatigued, even in the sweltering summer, he often had a cold feeling in his hands and feet. Despite getting a full seven hours of sleep every night, he still felt exhausted and his mind was in disarray, unable to think or make decisions.
How did all this misfortune come? Ultimately, it was due to his sluggishness and his inability to persevere. If his body had always been strong and his mind clear, he would have had the ability to deal with the majority of the troubles in his work and life.
"Turns out it's real," Bai tried hard to suppress his excitement, but couldn't help shaking his steamy palms. His body had never felt this warm, his bones had never felt this light, and his spirit had never felt this invigorated; it was as if his previous self had been bound and bruised on the thorny path of life, but now he had completely shaken off the shackles and was running forward with long strides.
A surge of joy overwhelmed him, making Bai feel like howling like a wolf in the dark night. However, he resisted; the young man hadn't gone far, and he was embarrassed to reveal his childish side.
In a daze, the assistant drove the car over and hesitantly asked, "Mr. Bai, shall I find a driver to take you home?" Since Bai Lin had exposed Mr. Bai's fate, no one in the company dared to drive him.
"No need, I'll drive myself home," Bai strode over, his handsome face shining under the streetlights.
Seeing the energetic Mr. Bai, the assistant was stunned. He had never seen him so full of vitality; it was as if he didn't recognize him. Normally, he was gloomy, didn't like to talk, and kept his distance from people. To see him with smiles and positivity was a miracle. Yet, now, his eyes and brows were full of smiles, hidden in the night, yet giving off a warm and comfortable feeling as if standing in the sunlight.
"What's happening to Mr. Bai? Did something good happen to the company? Has he struck gold?" The assistant thought to himself as he held the car door open and unknowingly sat in the passenger seat.
Bai got into the car, fastened his seatbelt, and gripped the steering wheel with both hands.
The assistant came to his senses and quickly said, "Wait, Mr. Bai, your hand is injured. Let me find a driver for you." He panicked and tried to open the passenger door to get off this death trap of a car.
But Bai locked all four doors and stepped on the gas pedal.
The assistant's face turned pale, he cowered and clung to the back of the seat, then quickly went to unfasten his seatbelt, fearing that Mr. Bai might send him straight to the king of hell. Seeing that the downhill road was just ahead, he completely panicked, constantly pleading, "Mr. Bai, please drop me off at the side of the road, I'll take a taxi myself! Mr. Bai, please stop here, I still have some trouble to deal with at the construction site. I'm staying there to work late tonight! Mr. Bai, can you drive a bit slower? I beg you!"
He clasped his hands together, trembling and begging, looking pitiful.
Bai glanced at him, unable to contain a smile. Although he hadn't slowed down, he felt certain that he wouldn't come to harm, and he wanted to enjoy life just like a normal young person.
The car drove steadily, going downhill, taking sharp turns, getting on the highway, passing the toll booth, and entering the city. In a journey of over an hour, Bai's exquisite driving skills demonstrated that the rumors circulating about him were nonsense!
The assistant was safely brought back home by the 'President', the journey was smooth and nothing like the sinister rumors spread at the company. His face was flushed when he got out of the car, filled with embarrassment.
Bai bid him goodbye with a smile and then stepped on the gas, driving away quickly. His palm was now numb with pain, but his heart soared, flying high along with the stars.
At the same time, Fangaro held the bundle filled with the bone-chilling banknotes, calmly strolled around Building 10, and arrived at the entrance of the residential area. He followed a path paved with gravel and climbed a pavilion, then stepped on the railing of the pavilion to ascend a fake mountain. He tossed the bundle of two thousand yuan into the grass at the foot of the mountain and disappeared into the darkness, silently waiting.
After about five or six minutes, three men and a woman, panting and complaining, arrived, and sat on the stone bench at the foot of the mountain.
"For heaven's sake, I'm exhausted! Didn't you say that Fangaro lives in Building 1 of this residential area? Why hasn't he returned after waiting for so long?" The woman with heavy makeup panted.
"This road is the closest way to building 1, he will definitely pass through here! Let's wait a little longer, maybe he'll be back soon," a young man with yellow hair comforted kindly.
"We've been waiting for half the night, when is he coming back? Damn it, this neighborhood is too big, it's like running a marathon to search the whole place!" The woman casually threw a heavy backpack on the ground, and the half-open zipper couldn't contain the things inside, causing them to spill out on the ground.
The other three quickly gathered to pack up, putting the long knife, rope, ether spray, and stun baton, and other prohibited items back inside.
They whispered, "Be careful, Qingjie, don't let anyone see."
"Don't worry, I just checked, all the houses here are empty, not even a ghost can be found, let alone a person. Once we catch Van Galuo, I will find a few men to take turns dealing with him, film the process and sell it on the dark web. He cares about his reputation and won't dare to call the police. When we run out of money, we'll catch him and make a video, treat it as a long-term business, and if he dares to run, I'll break his legs! Videos of celebrities sell for much more than those of ordinary people. And with his bad reputation, even if it's discovered, those people will think he willingly went into the business to make money, we won't have any trouble." The woman excitedly bumped into her companion's shoulder.
"Is that all you've got?" The companion looked at her and tempted, "Do you know how much a kidney can sell for?"
"How much?" The woman asked eagerly.
"At least three hundred thousand for one kidney, and six hundred thousand for a successful live donor match. Your videos might only sell for a few thousand at most, right?" The young man poured ether onto a handkerchief while speaking, and carefully wrapped it in a plastic bag.
"Six hundred thousand?" The woman's eyes widened suddenly, she counted on her fingers and asked, "Can the heart be sold too?"
"The heart is much more expensive than the kidney, and so are the liver, lung, pancreas, corneas, etc., they can all be sold. After finding a buyer on the dark web, we'll send over a few tubes of Van Galuo's blood for cross-matching, and if the matching is successful, we'll make a big profit. If he's healthy enough, we can at least earn a seven-figure sum. We won't even have to deal with the body, someone else will take care of that for us." The young man gestured a figure with his hand.
The other three were stunned, their eyes filled with greed.
The woman spat heavily and changed her tone, "Alright, let's not make videos, let's sell organs directly! That Van Galuo has no sense and caused the death of my husband. I will definitely avenge my husband!"
Just then, a young man who had stepped back to avoid her spitting suddenly exclaimed, "Qingjie, Si-ge, there's a pile of money here!"