32. Meeting Young Master Fu Huai

"Fu Shaohuai's appearance has remained unchanged." Chi You handed her phone to him as she spoke.

Watching Fu Shaohuai on stage, speaking eloquently about the products developed by his company, one would never guess that he suffered from a mental illness, or that he was, in fact, on the verge of death.

So, aside from organ transplants, what other tricks did the Fu family have up their sleeves?

"Fu Group... wow, this is going to be tough," Jiang Pan remarked, looking at the company name behind them with a sigh. "No wonder it's a hidden level."

"Shall we try applying for a job at his company, then?" Chi You took back her phone and asked seriously. It was, after all, the only way to get close to the Fu Group.

"Fine, let's draft some resumes. Make them look professional." Chi You lay on the bed, her fingers tapping away at the screen as she offered her advice.

Both of them lay there, staring at their phones. Once Jiang Pan finished his resume, he asked Chi You, "Did you finish yours? We have to go for the interview tomorrow."

Chi You let out a surprised sound. "You're already done? I haven't even started yet."

Jiang Pan: ...

She was the one who suggested it, and now she hadn't even started! What was she doing, then? He got off the bed and leaned over, only to find the woman watching a professional lecture.

Jiang Pan’s chest heaved with indignation. That Chi You—she was actually "involutioning" behind his back!

"You're studying behind my back again!" Jiang Pan pointed at her, incensed. "This kind of competitive behavior is disgraceful!"

Chi You didn't care at all. "I'm not in a rush. And I'm not doing it behind your back; I'm doing it quite openly," she replied earnestly.

The two had a brief spat before falling into a deep sleep.

The next day, they rose early and headed toward the Fu Group with their resumes. The headquarters was in the city, and it took them two hours by subway to arrive. Standing before the towering skyscraper, observing the constant stream of people entering and exiting the building, they both looked down at their own attire. They felt a bit ashamed to be mixing in with this crowd.

"Do you think we'll get hired?" Jiang Pan asked, touching the thin sheet of A4 paper in his hand. It was his resume, and he had no idea if it would suffice. If they weren't hired, how else could they get close to Fu Shaohuai?

"Believe in yourself," Chi You said before walking ahead. They would definitely be hired. After all, they were the ones who had made it out of that psychiatric hospital alive.

They told the receptionist they were there to drop off resumes, and although the staff member seemed impatient, she let them go up. Once inside, Chi You began to scrutinize the group. Why was the lighting in this massive corporation so poor? Some areas were so dim they were practically pitch black. Not only that, but many sections were marked with "Restricted Access" signs. Too many restrictions usually meant there were too many secrets.

They reached the Human Resources department, submitted their resumes, and waited to be called for an interview. When the HR representative finally called them in, he didn't ask about their job skills at all; instead, he inquired about their exact birth dates and times.

Chi You found this strange. Why would a company be so interested in someone's astrology? They didn't just stop there, either; they asked many other non-work-related questions. Chi You kept her guard up, providing false information instead of her real details.

Once they left the office, she warned Jiang Pan, "Don't take most of what they ask seriously. Just make something up."

They were hired quickly. As they reached their workstations, Chi You felt a pervasive, deathly aura spreading through the room. Why would a perfectly good office keep the windows covered? She chose a seat by the window, with Jiang Pan next to her.

"It's very strange," Jiang Pan said, leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed and his head supported by his hand. "Everything about this place is weird."

Chi You didn't respond; instead, she reached out and pulled back the heavy curtains with a sharp swish. Harsh sunlight poured in, forcing many people to raise their hands to shield their faces. It was the hottest time of the day, and those closest to the windows felt the heat so intensely that they immediately recoiled, their faces contorted with anger.

"Who told you to open the curtains?!"
"Don't you know it's company policy to keep them closed?"
"Didn't you two new hires read the rules?"

The voices rose in a clamor, yet no one dared to step forward and pull the curtains shut. For some reason, as soon as they touched the sunlight, they felt a searing pain, though they had no idea why.

Chi You sat there, her face displaying a mix of confusion and innocence. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that was company policy. But my grandmother always reminded me to get plenty of sunlight. Since this office keeps the curtains drawn and I couldn't get any sun, I just opened them."

She spoke with such an air of guilelessness, painting herself as a young, naive employee who didn't know any better. The veteran employees were helpless; they didn't dare pull the curtains back themselves, fearing the burns they would sustain from prolonged exposure. In the end, a senior manager had to come over to pull the curtains shut and issue a stern warning to Chi You.

The rest of the day, the two had nothing to do, so they wandered around the office. They even broke into the "Restricted Access" areas. After seeing what was being worshipped inside, Chi You clicked her tongue—it seemed the Fu family’s success was built on the help of external, dark forces.

After work that evening, they ran into Fu Shaohuai just as they were leaving. He was flanked by two bodyguards, wearing a string of Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist and a Buddha pendant around his neck. Dressed in a sharp suit, he looked exceptionally handsome walking ahead of his guards.

However, Chi You never forgot that this man was mentally ill. When his condition flared up, he was capable of killing.

Chi You noticed him, and he noticed them. In that split second of eye contact, a malicious smile crept across Fu Shaohuai’s face. He walked over to Chi You and asked with a grin, "Did you meet the Director?" He then added with absolute certainty, "You couldn't have met the Director."

Chi You looked at him with a smile. "Are you so sure? Tell me, are you comfortable using the organs of the Director's wife and son?"

Her words caused Fu Shaohuai’s handsome face to twist into a hideous snarl. "You know?" he demanded, his voice raspy, his gaze turning sinister and terrifying.

"Yes," Chi You replied, unafraid. "I know everything. You're not only terminally ill, but you're also a psychopath. Someone like you should be locked away in a mental institution."

After saying this, the smile on Chi You's lips widened. She "kindly" reminded him, "Or perhaps, you should be slowly dying in the agony of your illness, rather than harming so many people and taking their organs just to stay alive. Don't you agree?"