79: Chapter 79 Strange Things

Han Jingyang stared blankly at his phone for a full ten minutes or so.

People aren't made of wood or stone; who could be heartless?

Right?

Aside from having a slightly lower level of education, Liu Jing was top-notch in every other aspect—her social skills, her conduct, and even her figure and appearance were impeccable.

She was more than good enough for him.

But why didn't he feel very happy?

Couldn't forget his ex?

No, no, no, absolutely not.

Perhaps he just didn't want to start a new relationship for the time being.

Career comes first.

Right, focus on his career first, make money first.

How did that saying go? When the flowers bloom, the butterflies will come on their own.

Once he became excellent, he wouldn't have to worry about finding an ideal partner.

Maybe he could even find more than one.

Besides, why did he have to date and get married?

Couldn't he just keep it physical without getting emotionally involved?

Wouldn't it be great to learn from Young Master Wang?

How carefree that would be.

Yeah, that's it.

Han Jingyang shook off the hesitation in his heart, booked a plane ticket for Liu Jing as well, and briefly explained the situation to his mother.

Wang Yunzhi was both surprised and happy: "Jingyang, are you two dating?"

Of course not.

But when the words reached his lips, he said: "Oh, that's not the case. At most, there's a bit of interest, we're still getting to know each other."

"Good, good. That girl Jingjing is great—good figure, good temper, and she lives nearby. She's the type to settle down with. You must seize this opportunity."

"I know, I know. You guys hurry up and pack your luggage."

"What about yours?"

"You don't need to pack mine."

In reality, people barely need luggage when traveling these days, at most just a few changes of clothes.

But it was definitely different for the older generation when they traveled.

If he didn't let them bring luggage, they would feel empty inside, as if they had lost something.

Han Jingyang had no intention of trying to stop them; it was one against four, and he couldn't talk them out of it.

Five-thirty in the afternoon.

Just as Han Jingyang was preparing to get off work, he received a call from Wang Zhiwei: "Teacher Han, thank you."

"Did it work?"

"Hehehe, it was incredibly effective."

"How much longer did you last?"

"A little over two minutes."

"Hehe, not bad. Keep enjoying it."

"I specifically called to say thank you; otherwise, I would have been distressed for years to come. Hehe, Teacher Han, do you have anything even stronger? This one still feels like it's lacking a bit."

"Not for now. I'll save some for you when I have more."

"Alright, thank you, Teacher Han. Teacher Han, are you free tonight? My treat. I'll call Old Zhou, and I'll invite two more friends to join us."

"I have something to take care of, so I won't be able to make it."

"Hey, Teacher Han, I'll be honest with you. It's a friend of mine who wants to meet you. He's encountered something strange recently. He's been struggling with it for half a year without any improvement, and he wants you to take a look."

Han Jingyang became interested.

Something strange?

Meaning a supernatural event?

Did he see a ghost?

Or was he possessed?

Or did he offend an alien?

But judging by the tone, it didn't sound dangerous.

In that case... go over and broaden his horizons?

Han Jingyang thought for a moment and agreed.

Besides, he was free anyway, and maybe there would be some sort of fortuitous encounter.

...

Six-thirty.

Little Dao City Restaurant.

As soon as Han Jingyang walked in, he received a warm welcome.

Especially Wang Zhiwei, who was beaming with a radiant complexion, puffing out his chest as if he were a general who had just returned victorious from the battlefield.

Sure enough, a man's other battlefield is in bed.

The sense of achievement from conquering one's own woman in bed is no less than destroying a nation on the battlefield.

It only enhanced it by two minutes and he's like this; if it were enhanced by ten minutes, wouldn't he fly to the sky?

Come to think of it, +2 attributes equals two more minutes of time; that's quite intuitive.

He must keep an eye out for these kinds of items in the future. The more, the better; they would definitely sell well.

With such good effects and no side effects, wouldn't people be fighting over them?

Sigh, he sold that pendant a bit too cheaply.

If he had sold it to Brother Dong, five million or even fifty million would have been possible.

After all, it was a magical artifact that could double Brother Dong's time.

While lost in his thoughts, he shook hands and met the two friends Wang Zhiwei had brought along.

Both were from Quancheng.

They were about the same age as Wang Zhiwei.

One was named Xu Xin, and the other was named Deng Xingang.

The one who had encountered the strange event was Deng Xingang.

Deng Xingang and Han Jingyang's father, Han Bin, could be considered colleagues; they both worked at Ji Steel and were both welders. However, Deng Xingang had better skills; not long after starting, he became a team leader. After a few years, he discovered a new business opportunity, quit his job to work for himself, started a company, and took a group of fellow welders to take on outsourced work.

Because he knew the industry and had good skills, business was quite good, and it grew bigger and bigger.

Over these twenty-plus years, he had achieved financial freedom.

After selling the company the year before last, he went straight into retirement, spending his time fishing, swimming, raising turtles, gardening, and learning to dabble in antiques.

After the Chinese New Year this year, just after the first lunar month, he went fishing by the Yellow River, thinking he'd cast three lines regardless of whether there were fish or not.

As it turned out, he didn't catch any fish, but he did fish up something strange.

Deng Xingang lifted his glass and took a sip, then asked with a troubled face: "Little Teacher Han, guess what I fished up?"

Han Jingyang didn't answer, just smiled.

But in his heart, he was sneering repeatedly.

Being mysterious? As if he couldn't do that too. If he had the guts, he should just not reveal the answer.

Let's see who gets anxious first.

If you're going to tell a story, tell it properly; why must you be so pretentious?

Hehe.

Never mind whether I can guess it or not.

Even if I could guess it, even if I could divine it, I wouldn't answer.

If I answer just because you ask, no matter how I answer, I'll lose my momentum.

I'm not falling into that trap.

This old fox has bad intentions.

Although Han Jingyang wasn't quite an old fox yet, he was smart and learned things quickly. He had a handle on social nuances and wouldn't be led by the nose.

Sure enough, Han Jingyang smiled without speaking. Seeing this, Wang Zhiwei felt a jolt in his heart and hurriedly patted Deng Xingang: "Old Deng, don't play games. Tell him quickly; Teacher Han's time is precious, he doesn't have time to mess around with you."

Only then did Deng Xingang continue: "I f*cking fished up an ash jar. But I didn't know it at the time. It looked like a pretty nice bottle, and it was blue and white porcelain, so I thought I'd struck it rich. I pried open the seal, dumped out the contents, and carried it home. I sold it the next day for 260,000. Everyone in the fishing circle knows about this."

Only then did Han Jingyang speak: "And then?"

"That same night, I had a strange dream. I dreamed of a woman, quite pretty, big eyes, wearing her hair in a high bun, and dressed in a bright red wedding dress, wanting to marry me."

Once these words were spoken, everyone started laughing.

Han Jingyang also laughed, because this was truly a dream.

If it weren't a dream, how could such a good thing happen to Deng Xingang?

Deng Xingang smiled bitterly: "I was actually quite excited at the time, and even a bit regretful—why couldn't it have happened?"

"What happened next?"

"The next night, I got my wish. In the dream, I married that woman and entered the bridal chamber."

"That's a dream, right?"

"Yes, it's a dream, but that's where the strange part lies. Normally, you can't remember dreams clearly, but for some reason, I can remember this dream with perfect clarity, including the details and even the real sensations. And this dream can be continued; as long as I sleep at home, I'm guaranteed to dream of her, marry her, live with her, have children, and work."

Having said this, the few men stopped talking.

It's normal to have a few erotic dreams occasionally.

But having a dream turn into a soap opera series, that's quite terrifying.

Even though the room was brightly lit, they couldn't help but shiver, and Zhou Yucheng subconsciously moved closer to Han Jingyang.