CHAPTER 344: CHAPTER 129: SET UP

After the signboard of Yuhua’s God Stick was dismantled again, he could only sheepishly return to his classroom apartment in Kelly Women’s College.

In the evening, Pello came to him, and seeing that he was packing up, he was somewhat puzzled. Not long ago, he had heard that his senior had found a new job, but now he seemed to be packing up.

"Senior brother, what’s happening?" Pello ended up joining the Maoshan Taoist School by mere chance. Before coming to Mo City, he had traveled around the southwest of Country Z and met his then-master in the Sichuan area. After just a brief talk, he was taken as a nominal disciple by his master. This was called a nominal discipleship for a reason, as the then-master was old and it was inconvenient to teach Pello the basic fortune-telling techniques of a Mao Mountain Taoist. Thus, later on, almost all teachings about Eastern divination and fate were imparted by Yuhua’s God Stick, who seemed more like Pello’s actual master.

"I messed it up. During the day, I couldn’t even decipher the fate of a male student," Yuhua’s God Stick said dejectedly. Over the years, his divination ability has been dwindling, and the blurriness in his eyes was becoming more frequent and apparent. When Pello first met Yuhua’s God Stick, he only had a few star-sized blind spots in his eyes, which didn’t affect his vision. A few years later, those blind spots had grown to the size of white plums, and now, they resembled fully bloomed chrysanthemums.

He recounted the scene that had taken place on the central playground during the day.

"Describe the appearance of that male student," Pello asked after listening.

"Probably in his early twenties, about this tall, wasn’t wearing a school uniform, and he looked quite like a celebrity," Yuhua’s God Stick did not quite know how to describe him further, so he just gave a rough description.

"Was there another man of similar age and good looks with him?" From his senior’s description, Pello was sure the fortune-teller must have been Hang or Fei.

"I was too quick with my words then, calling his fiancee a ’broom fate,’ no wonder he was not convinced. Actually, things aren’t as bad as I described," Yuhua’s God Stick reflected and realized he had spoken too hastily at the time.

"What do you mean by that?" Pello guessed that the fiancee mentioned by Hang Yishao must be Su Ziceng. Indeed, she doesn’t settle down easily, even having two fiances. Unknowingly, Pello also placed himself among the candidates for Su Ziceng’s fiancé.

"Although the woman’s fate is tough, the man’s fate has a lot of variability. Two Copper Coins symbolize yin and yang, also known as elastic fate; resilient in nature, facing soldiers with generals and water with soil. A hard fate against a resilient fate, truly a match made in heaven." By the end of it, Yuhua’s God Stick increasingly wanted to slap himself twice; if he could have calculated this properly at the time, his signboard wouldn’t have been smashed.

"Senior brother, your calculation was not accurate," Pello said with a smile, holding the paper with Su Ziceng’s birth date and time in his hand.

"Even you say I’m inaccurate," Yuhua’s God Stick was so annoyed that he couldn’t even bother packing his luggage anymore and just sat down in frustration. Good old Pello, back when you were apprenticing, if not for my detailed teachings, you wouldn’t be so glorified now.

"This life, always in my hands, can be flattened or rounded at my whim," Pello crushed the paper in his hands into a ball and casually tossed it, landing it precisely in the trash can. Indeed, Su Ziceng’s fate only had one outcome, whether he was tough or resilient, in the end, he would be broken in half by him.

Yu Hua’s God Stick was somewhat confused; his master often said he was straightforward and slow in learning and quick in forgetting—was Pello talking about the paper, or the person on the paper? Never mind, he thought, the refined environment of the high education district really wasn’t for him. Better to return quietly to his shabby dwelling in the Sixth District, and diligently study the "Life Swapping Technique" left by his master.

After entering June, the weather gradually became hotter, and Wuxu, who had a natural childbirth, went out after twenty days of confinement. During the confinement period, despite Su Qingzhang’s objections, she weaned the child off breast milk, then, relying on Mrs. Yan, found a wet nurse, and began to sort out the affairs of the Su Family.

As for the transfer of Su Bi Auction House, Wuxu didn’t bring it up in front of Su Ziceng again. She didn’t want to provoke a direct conflict with Su Ziceng, especially since she still had vulnerability in Su Ziceng’s hands. The child’s matter was like a slow-burning time bomb, bound to blow up one day. With such an uneasy mindset, Wuxu was even more eager to consolidate the power she had just acquired.

The affairs of Su Bi Auction House were sorted out by Secretary Wang, who helped clarify the accounts, and Zhou Dagen was responsible for the inventory checklist. Su Ziceng quickly sorted out the list; she planned to wrap up all her pending matters by the end of June, including the graduation business at Kelly Women’s College and the transfer of Su Bi Auction House.

While sorting out the accounts, Secretary Wang mentioned the company’s two new managers. Su Ziceng was particularly interested in how Pello was performing.

"The new HR manager seems quite ruthless. Right off the bat, he laid off quite a few people," Secretary Wang had come up through the ranks with Su Qingzhang, and while he himself wouldn’t be laid off, seeing old colleagues who entered the company with him getting dismissed, he inevitably had some complaints.

"And the new finance manager?" Su Ziceng asked, putting aside her ledger.

"He hasn’t made any moves yet. Seems quite honest and dependable," Secretary Wang recalled, noting that since Pello arrived, the number of female employees voluntarily transferring to the finance department had surged.

Zhou Dagen entered, his face covered in sweat, "Boss, I couldn’t inventory the goods there; they’ve been seized by... Mrs. Su, saying her people would do the inventory." According to Su Qingzhang’s plan, the profit from Su Bi over the past half-year, which would be about two million, was supposed to be given to Su Ziceng as startup capital for purchasing ZARA’s franchise rights. Now, that money might just evaporate.

"Seized?" Su Ziceng felt that Wuxu was being overly aggressive; after all, it had taken her nearly a year of hard work to achieve this. Just as Su Bi was starting to gain some fame and the supply channels were clearing up, Wuxu snatched everything away with just a word.

"You mean Wuxu, right?" Secretary Wang couldn’t help but interject. He had never regarded this abruptly rising young lady as the mistress of the Su family, "The positions vacated by those who were laid off, I heard they’re also her people. I probably shouldn’t speak out of turn, but swapping Chang Mei’s people in to replace hers isn’t exactly new, just the same old routine, isn’t it?"

"I need to talk to her," Su Ziceng thought about the recent changes in Wuxu’s behavior. If this continued, a clash between them was inevitable. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast a recommendation ticket or a monthly ticket, your support is my greatest motivation.)