The man with glasses said a word and said nothing more, preparing to leave.
Everyone knew that his behavior was a bit cowardly, but who could understand the helplessness of the less trouble, the better?
The middle-aged man did not give up, and pushed the man with glasses again the moment he was about to leave.
Hu Fuxiang had just finished getting his meal, and there was a bowl of hot soup. He was about to pass him.
With this push, the man with glasses lost his balance and accidentally bumped into Hu Fuxiang's plate.
"Ouch!"
As soon as they heard the cry, everyone thought that Hu Fuxiang was injured.
But to their surprise, it was the man with glasses who cried out.
Everyone looked and saw that the left arm of the man with glasses was already wet with soup.
Hu Fuxiang put down the plate on the dining table next to him without a word and immediately reached out to grab the man with glasses' arm.
"Quick, take off your clothes, or you'll be scalded!"
The crowd, who had been preparing to get food, suddenly gathered to watch.
Everyone saw this scene.
Liu Sandao made his move to dispense the Fuzhi (fortune fruit) the moment someone cried "Ouch!"
As soon as the Fuzhi reached Hu Fuxiang, it immediately merged into him.
Therefore, Hu Fuxiang was not scalded.
The man with glasses no longer shouted, and it seemed like he was only slightly scalded.
But as Hu Fuxiang took off his clothes, the skin on his arm had already turned black and red.
"Quick, rinse it with cold water!"
Hu Fuxiang said, pulling the man with glasses and running towards the sink.
The middle-aged man at this time seemed very satisfied and left amidst everyone's guessing glances.
No one knew what their past grievances were.
Liu Sandao did not dispense Fuzhi to the man with glasses, because in the mission issued by the system, only Hu Fuxiang's name was mentioned.
But the crisis had passed, and he found he had nothing in his hand. What was going on?
According to the previous settings, there should have been a settlement slip at this time, recording the settlement amount.
With nothing, how could he settle?
Without remuneration, would other gods be fools and still do missions?
But how did the system operate normally during the days when he and Fu Ruhai were away?
Since he could receive missions, it meant that the system was operating normally, which was really puzzling.
Besides these troubles, Liu Sandao also noticed a small matter.
That is, how to explain the appearance of Hu Fuxiang, a Seven-Star person, in this thirty-story restaurant?
According to the classification in the "Book of Fortune," a Seven-Star person should have a very high income, so why would he appear in a thirty-story restaurant?
After all, the average consumption level here was only around fifteen yuan.
This made him unable to imagine.
Because Zhao Xiaoying was a Six-Star person, her family's conditions were already middle-class and above.
Hu Fuxiang's family conditions should not be worse than hers.
With the character of Yaotian Building, the thirtieth floor was definitely for the working class.
...
As he thought, Hu Fuxiang's behavior and demeanor indeed surprised him.
Hu Fuxiang, who walked back from the sink, looked for his meal on the dining table in his memory.
But after several trips back and forth, he couldn't find it.
He had to hurry to ask the cleaning aunt.
The cleaning aunt was a woman in her fifties with dark skin. She stood in place and sternly reprimanded Hu Fuxiang:
"You! If you finish eating, you should take your plate away. If you don't take it, and I clean it up, you come and ask again. It's all your own fault!"
If it were anyone else, they would have gotten angry. Did you mistake someone else's plate for yours and still be so righteous?
But Hu Fuxiang did not get angry. He said kindly:
"Sister, I know it's not easy for you either. It was my fault for leaving it there. Forget it, I won't make things difficult for you. I'll just get another portion. You go ahead and do your work!"
Seeing him like this, the woman stopped talking.
Hu Fuxiang then queued up to get food again, but he never saw the man with glasses again.
Perhaps, it was Hu Fuxiang's magnanimity and demeanor that made him a blessed person.
After getting his meal, Liu Sandao, Bai Sixiang, and Fu Ruhai sat at a table near the window.
"Hey, Liu Sandao, why do you look distracted? Is it that the food here doesn't suit your taste?"
Bai Sixiang asked.
"He's used to the food on the eighty-fifth floor. He can't adapt to it here! Hahaha!"
Fu Ruhai teased.
This made Bai Sixiang a little embarrassed. With her current salary, she really couldn't afford to eat on the eighty-fifth floor.
"Who says that? The food here is good too!"
Liu Sandao said, and began to eat heartily.
Bai Sixiang smiled happily and quickly started eating.
Yaotian Building only had a short hour and a half for lunch.
Coupled with the fact that he was late to come to the restaurant, he didn't dare to delay too much.
Eating like this for a long time made his eating style a bit like a man's, gobbling down several large bites and finishing.
...
Back at his workstation, Liu Sandao began to immerse himself in his new role.
As an Immortal Venerable, he was destined to be prepared for various roles.
Apart from appropriately adjusting his emotions, he had nothing else to do.
By asking Bai Sixiang for advice, he understood the matters of the data company.
To verify his learning results, Liu Sandao specifically searched for Hu Fuxiang.
This was done through the company's internal network database, so he quickly found all the data about Hu Fuxiang:
Hu Fuxiang, male, 56 years old, from Huaihua Village, Shangdong District, Sandong City. He has a son and a daughter, both in high school.
He owns five properties in Sandong City, living in one and renting out the rest.
His current job is Security Team Leader, with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan.
...
So, work was just a part of his life, not a necessity for survival. With his conditions, he was definitely a wealthy man in Sandong City.
Who would have thought that a security guard could have such a substantial fortune?
More importantly, his personal behavior was very refined. Such a person fits the characteristics of a Seven-Star person.
Liu Sandao understood that some people's blessings were indeed impossible to fully enjoy.
If he accumulated more merit and good deeds in this life, he would definitely have a higher star rating in his next life than in this one.
With Hu Fuxiang's matter resolved, Liu Sandao's thoughts and energy began to focus on the matter of remuneration.
As an immortal who only had the authority to accept orders, he could not find out anything about this matter. The only person he could ask was the Heavenly Machine True Person Ji Wuming.
After all, Ji Wuming knew both of them and understood their current predicament.
Otherwise, the receptionist and Su Manni would not have known.
With a goal, it was like knowing the answer. Liu Sandao stared at the sign of the General Manager's Office every day.
He was waiting for Ji Wuming to appear so that he could immediately go to his office.
However, he didn't see Ji Wuming for many days, until one noon, just before work ended, he arrived.