"Famous Family Feast" is the most well - known membership - only club in the capital.
It's a great place for the rich and powerful to have fun.
From the first to the fifth floor, there are private rooms of various grades. As long as you're willing to spend money, you can have a great time.
However, the sixth floor is a special existence in "Famous Family Feast".
It's named the "resting room", but in fact, it's a luxurious guest room, prepared for guests with special needs to stay overnight.
Don't think that just because it's only separated from the fifth - floor's world of debauchery by a single floor slab, anyone with money can get up here.
The black - gold access card. There are only five of them in the entire capital.
The reason I managed to sneak up here smoothly is that I took on a commission today.
A little boy about six or seven years old came to my shop in the late afternoon.
He begged me to save his father who was haunted by evil spirits.
To be honest, I really don't like kids. They're noisy, rowdy and always throwing tantrums.
But this little boy in front of me was like a little gentleman. First, he politely asked if the old gentleman Du Wenzhong was at home.
After I gave him a negative answer, he started sizing me up.
"Excuse me, are you a relative of the old gentleman Du?"
The little boy was very cute. There was a shallow dimple on his left cheek when he smiled.
I nodded.
My name is Du Xinghe. According to my ID, I'm twenty - one years old.
The old gentleman Du Wenzhong is, of course, my grandfather.
A year ago, we came to the shantytown in the capital and opened a shop selling incense, candles, paper money and other items. To put it bluntly, it's a fortune - telling shop that promotes feudal superstition.
My grandfather is a shrewd old man. He's extremely proficient in the art of judging people's characters.
Most of the people who came to have their fortunes told didn't even need to say a word. With his silver tongue, he could convince them and then, using a set of tricks, figure out their backgrounds and coax them into willingly paying up.
In just over a year, my grandfather had gained the reputation of being a "divine fortune - teller". The rental room was filled with silk banners sent by his customers.
Everyone thought my grandfather was amazing at fortune - telling, but they didn't know that in the few times he planned major life events for people, it was all my doing!
In the shop, my grandfather was just a bearded mascot.
The real fortune - teller was me, Du Xinghe.
I was born with the ability to see ghosts, and I've studied the Book of Changes and the Eight Trigrams under several masters.
Whether it's the lost versions of the Book of Changes, the Great Six - Ren divination method or the Plum Blossom Divination, they're all a piece of cake for me.
In fact, most of the time, I don't even need to do any divination.
The day before yesterday, Grandma Zhao, a neighbor, came and asked where her husband had hidden his fixed - term deposit certificates.
Grandpa Zhao had Alzheimer's. His body had aged so much that his soul couldn't match it, so his soul followed his wife around every day.
When he heard my grandfather ask Grandma Zhao for 50,000 yuan as the divination fee, he got so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and even slapped my grandfather twice.
But he was just an ordinary living soul, so he couldn't really hurt my grandfather. At most, my grandfather would just feel a cool breeze on his face.
In the end, I asked Grandpa Zhao where he had hidden the certificates and told Grandma Zhao directly.
Grandma Zhao went home and found two 100,000 - yuan certificates behind the frame of their family photo. She tried the password I told her at the bank, and sure enough, she was able to withdraw the money.
On the day she withdrew the money, Grandma Zhao came with a box of Red Fuji apples to thank me.
My grandfather boasted again, saying that I had only learned a tiny bit of his skills!
Grandma Zhao was, of course, overjoyed and praised him again and again.
The name of "Du the Half - Immortal" in our family was completely spread by those gossiping aunts and grandmas...
Now, this little boy who came to the shop by himself. When he heard that I was a relative of Du Wenzhong, his little face was immediately filled with expectation. He told me that his father was a super - rich man who had been framed and urgently needed someone's help.
As soon as I heard that, I knew that this kid must have immersed himself in the world of online novels about the wealthy families!
So I coaxed him by saying that Du the Half - Immortal had gone on a spiritual journey and wouldn't be back for a hundred years.
But this little guy actually pouted and said that he already knew that Du Wenzhong had had a stroke and was in a super VIP ward. The daily cost was over 20,000 yuan. If I didn't take this commission today, I'd probably be out of luck in less than a week!
I barely held back the urge to flick him on the forehead. I said to him seriously that he was wrong!
It was summer now. There was no northwest wind to be had!!
The little boy laughed and crooked his right thumb and little finger to make a sign for "three"...
Okay! I admit that this little guy has some "money power".
He successfully convinced me with a 300,000 - yuan bank savings card to come to "Famous Family Feast" with him to save his father who was haunted by evil spirits!
The bank card and the access card to the sixth floor were both hidden by him under the carpet in the first - floor lobby in advance.
Now, the bank card was in my backpack, but that life - saving access card was being pinched between the fingers of that terrifying man.
He was the father of the little boy who could casually spend hundreds of thousands.
He was the SVIP on the sixth floor of the famous capital's money - burning den, "Famous Family Feast".
He... he was also the lecherous man whose face was bloodied by my compass!
With all these "buff" effects, he was a person I absolutely must not offend...
Cold sweat was trickling down my back, which was pressed against the metal door of the elevator.
The man in front of me was extremely handsome. His facial features were deeply contoured. His peach - blossom eyes were slightly slanted. The wound on his cheek that I had scratched added a touch of bloodthirsty charm to him.
Water droplets were running down his wet, short hair and passing over the wound on his cheek. The red blood beads were diluted and then slid down his well - defined chest and into the bath towel wrapped around his waist.
He was very tall with long legs. Even standing bare - footed lazily on the carpet, he exuded an aura that made people not dare to look him in the eye.
"I don't know any Wei or Zhao!!"
I decided to try to save myself. I wiped my swollen and painful lips with the back of my hand and found that my lower lip had been bitten and was bleeding.
What an ungrateful brute!!
I was angry, annoyed and regretful.
It was all that little rascal's fault for being so impatient. I didn't even have time to do a divination for myself. If I had known earlier that I would encounter such danger!!
I...
I would still take on the commission...
Du Wenzhong's illness was a bottomless pit.
His cerebral hemorrhage was very serious. Although the operation had been performed, it hadn't been very successful. He still hadn't woken up. The doctor suggested conservative treatment with medicine. Although the chance of him waking up was slim, I just couldn't bear to give up!!
"Si Tong asked me to come and save you!!"
I patiently explained to him. "If you don't believe me, you can ask him."
"Si Tong asked you..."
The man's extremely good - looking thin lips curled up in a playful arc. "... to save me?"
"Yes!! He came with me!!"
I looked behind the man.
That little rascal had disappeared somewhere since just now!
"Yeah!"
The man's look at me became even more sinister. Suddenly, he stretched out his long arm, grabbed my neck and lifted me up.
"It seems you know a lot about Si Tong?!"
His slightly slanted eyes were very good - looking. They were moist with a bit of post - bath warmth, but the words he said were so cold that I got goosebumps all over my body in the middle of summer.
"Then... did Wei Wenzhao ever tell you that my son had an accident half a year ago and was declared brain - dead by the doctor? Now he's just relying on machines to maintain his basic life functions?!"