Mistaking a horror game for a romance novel, he unexpectedly became a legend.

Wenya sent the photos to Song Yi and several other players, but after searching online for a long time, they still couldn't figure out what kind of banquet it was.

In a small group chat of five people, Sun Zhuo:

"I can't find any information about this banquet online. I don't think Lin Chenchen is affected by this banquet. Yang Haoran, aren't you Lin Chenchen's psychologist? Why don't you hypnotize her and ask her?"

Yang Haoran was suddenly called out and felt embarrassed. He was a complete failure as a psychologist. Not to mention whether he had hypnosis skills, the key was that Lin Chenchen canceled his appointment. Now he didn't even have a chance to speak.

"I was thinking that Lin Chenchen used to come to my place every Friday at eight o'clock, but now she has canceled it."

There was a moment of silence in the small group. Well, everyone's situation is pretty much the same.

Wen Ya looked at her notebook containing Lin Chenchen's schedule, then at the secretly photographed invitation, and suddenly a brilliant idea flashed into her mind:

"Wait, eight o'clock? That banquet is at eight o'clock in the evening. Lin Chenchen canceled your consultation to attend the banquet. I still feel that this banquet is unusual."

Hu Jingwen knew a little about it: "It seems to be related to that banquet, otherwise why would they cancel the psychological counseling?"

Sun Zhuo: "Is it possible that Lin Chenchen couldn't stand Yang Haoran because he's ugly?"

Yang Haoran: "Personal attack, huh? Don't leave tonight, I'm bringing a ghost with me."

Sun Zhuo: ......

Wen Ya watched the two people inside childishly arguing and was instantly speechless. All she wanted to hear was Song Yi's opinion.

Although Song Yi's behavior seemed a bit crazy, Wen Ya felt that Song Yi was the smartest among them.

They had been discussing in the group chat for half an hour, and Song Yi hadn't said a word. Wen Ya asked, "Song Yi, what do you think?"

Sun Zhuo and Yang Haoran stopped arguing; they also wanted to see what Song Yi thought.

But after waiting for almost five minutes, Song Yi still didn't say anything.

Hu Jingwen looked around the set and noticed that the person who had been playing games in front of the RV was gone.

"??? Where is Song Yi?"

Wenya: "It was just here a moment ago!"

Song Yi was invited to dinner by Dong Dawei, who also wanted Song Yi to take a look at the feng shui of his company in the city center.

After taking the Rejuvenation Pill given to him by Song Yi, Dong Dawei returned to the peak of his life, and Song Yi was like a living god in his heart.

His commercial building is the headquarters of his business, the culmination of all his hard work. Recently, the company's business has not been doing well, and several projects have fallen through. Dong Dawei believes it's a feng shui problem.

Previously, Dong Dawei had consulted other feng shui masters about this building, spending over a million yuan, but now he trusts no one but Song Yi.

Dong Dawei respectfully invited Song Yi to the company and then led Song Yi on a tour of each floor.

It was already past 7 p.m., but the office area was brightly lit, and all the employees were still sitting at their workstations; not one of them had left.

Dong Dawei was very proud of this scene, believing that only through the hard work of his employees could they generate profits for him.

Song Yi used to hate making employees work overtime the most. Seeing Dong Dawei's self-righteous attitude that employees were happy to work overtime for him, Song Yi was too embarrassed to tell him that many employees would quietly switch off their game pages when they saw the two of them.

The employees secretly exchanged glances as they watched Dong Dawei treat Song Yi with utmost respect.

"Who is this person? Why is Old Dong being so respectful to a young man?"

"His son?"

"No, I've looked at Old Dong's family information. He couldn't possibly have fathered someone this handsome."

"I'll let you in on a secret, this is a feng shui master that Old Dong invited."

"Pfft, Old Dong is too superstitious. He's so young, he's obviously a liar."

The men and women in the office area on the 23rd floor looked at Song Yi as if he were a charlatan, waiting to see how he would put on his act.

Only Dong Dawei looked excited and trusting.

Dong Dawei: "Master, how is it? Are there any problems with the feng shui of my company?"

Song Yi's only criterion for judging whether an office building has good feng shui is whether it has good lighting.

The building's location offers a view of the canal right from the windows, making for a very nice view; it's obvious that the feng shui here is excellent.

But Song Yi didn't say that; he frowned:

"The location is good, and the overall layout is good, but you made a big mistake."

Upon hearing Song Yi's words, Dong Dawei immediately panicked: "Ah? This is a big no-no! Master, please save me!"

Song Yi squinted and strolled around the office building without saying a word. Dong Dawei immediately took out his phone. A minute later, Song Yi felt his phone vibrate. He picked it up and saw that 50 million had been deposited into his bank account. Song Yi nodded. He liked to communicate with people who knew what they were doing.

"Your building has a life of its own. The best time to use it is from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. As long as your employees work hard during this period, your company will definitely thrive in the future."

"But if they stay at the company after 5 p.m., it will drain the company's vitality and make the company worse and worse."

In short, the longer employees work overtime, the worse the company's performance.

Dong Dawei looked horrified. It was already past seven o'clock, and not a single employee in their company had left work. Good heavens, these people were actually draining the company's vitality.

Startled, Dong Dawei immediately dismissed all employees and adjusted their get off work hours.

The employees who hadn't yet left work were instantly incredulous when they heard the company chairman demand that all employees leave.

When a windfall came out of nowhere, their chairman went crazy.

Everyone was guessing why the chairman did this. The president's assistant, who had been following the whole thing, quietly sent the message back to the employees' small group. Those who had called Song Yi a charlatan immediately apologized.

"I must apologize; this master is the real master."

"I knew he was extraordinary as soon as he entered the company. Sure enough, his skills are beyond what ordinary people can match."

"Does anyone know the master's name? I'd like to offer him incense."

Song Yi: Thank you all.

In Dong Dawei's office, Song Yi was about to leave after giving Dong Dawei his advice when, in the instant she turned around, she felt as if she had seen something familiar.

He paused, then looked back at the desk. Song Yi saw an invitation, exactly the same one that Wen Ya had photographed from Lin Chenchen's computer.

When Dong Dawei saw Song Yi's gaze turn to the special invitation, he was momentarily flustered. He wanted to cover the invitation up, but Song Yi snatched it away first.

Song Yi: "What is this?"

Dong Dawei, his eyes darting away from Song Yi's questioning gaze, stammered, "This, this..."

Song Yi knew this invitation was definitely unusual. Dong Dawei hesitated to speak, and Song Yi's gaze sharpened. Three vases on the antique shelf behind Dong Dawei shattered with a crash. Dong Dawei, thinking Song Yi was truly angry, immediately said:

“Master, although I went there once, I did nothing.”

Song Yi: "Where is this invitation from?"

Facing Song Yi, Dong Dawei dared not tell a single lie:

"This is a private dinner party, and only political and business people with assets of more than 80 billion are qualified to enter. It is extremely private."

Dong Dawei repeatedly emphasized the importance of privacy, and Song Yi's eyes sharpened. Without Dong Dawei needing to explain further, he immediately understood what kind of place this was.

Rich people love to have fun; for them, as long as they have money, anyone can accompany them.

This was a banquet reserved for political and business figures with assets exceeding eight billion yuan. Why was Lin Chenchen also invited? There's only one possibility: she was the "dish" served at the event.