Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 266, Section 265: Building Relationships
"True God?"

Liu Ying'er's expression immediately turned serious, which gave Feng Xiuhu a sense of familiarity—as if the Goddess of Wind and Rain had returned.

Feng Xiuhu kindly reminded him, "Good luck is like a god following the mist. Do you think this kid is up to something...?"

"Don't make any noise."

Liu Ying'er frowned and interrupted, "I know them better than you do."

Feng Xiuhu wisely shut up. He thought Liu Ying'er was thinking, but upon closer inspection, he sensed the rhythm of rules emanating from her.

As her gaze shifted upwards, Liu Ying'er's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her lips pursed gently. Although her eyes were fixed on the wine in the glass, they were not actually focused.

It seems they are using some kind of covert method.

Feng Xiuhu felt he couldn't be of much help, so he said dejectedly, "Then you go ahead and do your work, I'm going to the restroom."

As he got up from the sofa, he immediately attracted a lot of attention—at least tonight, he was more eye-catching than Liu Ying'er.

Everyone wanted to know who this person was.

But Feng Xiuhu didn't care; he even seemed to enjoy it, so he excitedly waved to the crowd.

Unexpectedly, this action shattered the "filter" that people had of him, making him seem unapproachable, and someone immediately waved to him in response.

"What's your surname, sir?"

"Sir, would you do me the honor of sharing a drink with me?"

These sounds were drowned out by the music in the hall and failed to reach Feng Xiuhu's ears.

He walked straight to the restroom.

So many people got up and chased after them.

Standing in front of the mirror, Feng Xiuhu bent down and washed his face. As the coolness touched his skin, his headache was relieved.

The reason for this might be that Shi's words had an effect, or it might be that sitting with Liu Ying'er relaxed his tense nerves.

"Sir, a towel."

A voice came from the side. Feng Xiuhu took it and wiped his face clean. When he opened his eyes, he found that the person standing next to him was not a waiter.

The man, dressed in a suit and tie and all smiles, quickly extended his hand when he saw Feng Xiuhu looking him up and down: "Hello, sir, I am..."

Before he could finish speaking, a hand holding a business card reached out from the side and placed it directly on the hand that had been hanging in mid-air.

Feng Xiuhu turned his head to look again.

The newcomer was dressed in an embroidered long robe, wearing round-framed glasses, and carrying a water pipe in his other hand.

He smiled amicably at Feng Xiuhu: "My name is Ning Shaoyuan, the head manager of Ruifu Bank. I have come here to make friends. I apologize for any intrusion."

The man in the suit, who had just been cut in line, was about to get angry when he heard Ning Shaoyuan introduce himself, and immediately shrank back and remained silent.

Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but laugh. He found Ning Shaoyuan quite interesting—ordinary people would have to be roundabout and tactful when trying to build a relationship, but Ning Shaoyuan was different; he just said it directly, which made him seem open and honest.

So he took the business card and pointed at Ning Shaoyuan with his finger: "Okay, you're lucky. My friendships are very valuable."

Ning Shaoyuan smiled as well: "Of course, we haven't invited you yet..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Shaoyuan, who had been wearing a polite smile just a second ago, was sent flying by a shove from his buttocks.

"Once you've finished speaking, get out of the way."

A bejeweled noblewoman squeezed forward, muttered something about Ning Shaoyuan, then turned to Feng Xiuhu with a smile: "This gentleman is clearly an outstanding person. I am from Huichang Auction House..."

"Stop!"

Feng Xiuhu finally realized that something was wrong.

His gaze passed over the lady's shoulder, and he saw that in just a short while, the bathroom door was already crowded with people, queuing up to try and make friends.

There were both men and women present. Feng Xiuhu's gaze swept over them, and everyone was staring at him expectantly.

He tried taking a step back, and the crowd immediately became excited, surging forward.

Feng Xiuhu also got excited: "You're all here to keep me company while I pee?"

A man laughed and chimed in, "Let's go! Let's go!"

A woman covered her mouth and giggled, "This gentleman is so romantic!"

Feng Xiuhu was a little embarrassed: "Why don't you go first?" Everyone was already impatient and didn't want to waste any more time with Feng Xiuhu—the people inside wouldn't let them in, and the people outside couldn't get in. Many people still hadn't seen what Feng Xiuhu looked like!

"Sir, take a look at this!"

As the shouts rang out, a business card flew from behind the crowd and struck Feng Xiuhu in the eye.

Feng Xiuhu winced in pain, clutching his eyes and yelling, "Who threw that hidden weapon?!"

But as soon as he did this, the crowd behind him followed suit, and countless business cards flew towards Feng Xiuhu in a flurry.

Feng Xiuhu, outnumbered, quickly covered his head and face and ducked into the toilet.

But how could these people let him escape?

The people in front chased, and the people behind pushed, and they all rushed in at once.

With so many people crowding into the cramped toilet in an instant, the situation quickly spiraled out of control.

Feng Xiuhu was jostled and swayed from side to side, with countless hands shoving business cards at his face. The noise around him made it impossible for him to hear what they were saying.

Feng Xiuhu was a little angry—mainly because his already sore bladder was being squeezed so much that it was about to burst.

Just as he was about to make a move, someone gave him a hard push.

Feng Xiuhu burst into the stall and plopped down on the toilet.

The surroundings suddenly felt relaxed, and he was momentarily unaccustomed to it.

Before he could even feel happy, a beautiful figure darted in and closed the cubicle door.

Feng Xiuhu stared at him blankly.

The woman was wearing a floor-length gown, her hair styled in a high bun that revealed her sexy collarbone.

She had a beautiful face and skin as firm as a young girl's, yet her eyes and brows exuded a mature and dignified charm, making it difficult for Feng Xiuhu to judge her age for the time being.

Feng Xiuhu proactively extended his hand: "Hurry up, give me your business card, I can't hold back any longer."

call out--

"Ok?"

Feng Xiuhu was taken aback. He looked down and saw a red thread wrapped around the wrist of the hand he had extended.

Before he could react, the red thread grew longer in the wind, quickly climbing up his arm and wrapping around other parts of his body.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Xiuhu was bound up like a big red rice dumpling.

Feng Xiuhu asked her, "Isn't this too proactive? I prefer to be a little more passive."

Snapped!
The woman immediately slapped Feng Xiuhu hard across the face and said coldly, "Stop pretending to be crazy, you lackey of the church, where is the thing?"

Feng Xiuhu sneered: "I'm not telling you!"

The woman sneered, "Very well, it seems you know exactly what I'm talking about."

Feng Xiuhu raised his head, confident and proud: "I don't know!"

The woman narrowed her eyes and pondered for a moment: "I believe you are a smart person..."

Feng Xiuhu interrupted her: "What makes you think you can believe that?"

"..."

The woman was so flustered that she paused for several seconds before continuing to speak.

"To be honest, I still don't know how you found out about me."

"A mere priest, with your level of expertise, you should have absolutely no way of noticing."

"But you've been staking out the teahouse from a high place all day, which makes me wonder if I misjudged you."

"I originally intended to make my move under the cover of darkness, but you sneaked in here first again and even sat in the most conspicuous seat in the front row, making me hesitant to act."

"Unfortunately, your cleverness backfired. The sudden arrival of that singer disrupted your plans, making you the most conspicuous person on the field, and finally giving me an opportunity."

P.S.: Where did this woman come from? It's not hard to guess.

(End of this chapter)