Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?!-Chapter 63 Noble Person

"Did you sleep well last night?"

As soon as they met in the morning, both of them spoke in unison.

Chuci, being more talkative, pointed excitedly at his now-absent dark circles and said, "I slept so well! I’ve never slept this comfortably in my life. It felt like my brain had completely rebooted and was brand new."

"I also slept pretty well," Jiang Yuan replied politely.

He looked carefully and confirmed that the darkness around Chuci’s forehead had disappeared, and his complexion was normal again. He looked like a completely different person from when they met yesterday.

Revitalized, Chuci was back to his energetic self, casually draping his arm over Jiang Yuan’s shoulder as they headed to breakfast. He lowered his voice and said, "Honestly, I never believed in mysticism before, but after this experience... I think my dad’s fortune-teller was spot on.

He said I have great fortune, that I’ll always turn misfortune into fortune and meet benefactors in times of trouble. Man, you’re my benefactor! What a coincidence, right? I had just caught a dead fish yesterday, thinking about calling it a day, and then I ran into a tough situation. But then, miraculously, Yang Hongye called, and here we are!"

By his logic, encountering someone who could solve the problem right after trouble struck surely counted as meeting a benefactor.

Thankfully, he hadn’t declined the invitation, and his genuine intention to help build the friendship without brushing it off paid off. Otherwise, why would someone willingly deliver incense in the middle of the night?

People are reciprocal; the helping hand you extend with goodwill might be what saves your future self.

"Benefactor or not, as long as I can help, that’s good enough. However..." Jiang Yuan glanced at the large koi pond in the southeastern corner of the garden as they passed by the floor-to-ceiling window and gently advised, "You should stay in the city for a while. The villa has great surroundings and air, but it’s a bit lacking in human presence."

Chuci nodded in agreement.

The master his father had invited yesterday had said the same thing: it’s okay to live here usually, but in times of bad luck or misfortune, it’s better to be in a place bustling with people.

After breakfast, the villa’s butler brought in a stack of large red envelopes on a tray, courteously offering them with a slight bow.

"Sixty-six thousand as a red envelope, it’s a tradition for good luck." Chuci placed the hefty six large red envelopes into Jiang Yuan’s hands, grinningly asking, "I just wonder how much our incense is worth. After going through this experience, I’ve become cautious and wonder if I could get a few sticks for backup in case I can’t sleep tonight!"

Jiang Yuan couldn’t refuse and had to accept, explaining, "It’s not that I’m stingy, it’s just that incense serves different purposes, like offering incense, trust incense, medicinal incense, and the most common is aromatic incense.

Soothing incense belongs to medicinal incense, made with meticulous materials and a complex process, and has a very limited supply. I don’t have many sticks of it myself. Besides, medicinal incense is like an alternative medicine; use it once for the problem it addresses and that should be enough, using more is pointless.

For regular insomnia, use some natural essential oils, listen to white noise, or take a sleeping pill. Only when you encounter inexplicable situations do you need medicinal incense. If you still have the same symptoms tonight, call me and I’ll be there."

Chuci listened in awe, thinking people really can’t be judged by appearances!

On their first meeting, he thought Jiang Yuan seemed like an ordinary young man, good-natured and somewhat naive like a college student. Who could have guessed he was a master of mysticism!

Wait a minute, even a swindler who knows a bit about I Ching and Eight Trigrams can make a fortune, let alone a real expert. One stick of incense worked better than the two-hour session with the master hired yesterday, so how did he end up in a shared apartment, selling fruit?

"I don’t know much about this field, so please don’t mind if I offend you. I’m just purely curious, what exactly is trust incense?" Chuci asked mysteriously.

Jiang Yuan recalled the contents of the Incense Chart and, unsure if the settings in Wild World applied to the real world, cautiously explained, "I’m just sharing my opinion, take it with a grain of salt. What I know of offering incense is it’s used by believers to offer daily incense to celestial beings; trust incense, however, is burned to send messages to celestial beings when there are needs after offering.

Generally, in the process of making medicinal incense, there are blessings or gifted materials from celestial beings, which allow the fusion of incense materials to have healing effects. However, if one has the skills, they can find special materials to make medicinal incense themselves, without needing to offer to celestial beings."

"So why don’t you specialize in this field? You’d earn much more compared to selling fruit!" He felt he might have befriended a future tycoon, his eyes glinting with excitement.

Jiang Yuan spoke honestly, "I only know a bit about incense making now, not much else, and besides, the raw materials for making incense are hard to find. For now, it’s easier to do small business, leaving everything else to fate."

He’s just an ordinary person who knows nothing about the I Ching, Eight Trigrams, or Five Elements; in a modern city full of surveillance, creating moving paper figures would easily cause panic and unnecessary trouble, whereas quietly selling fruit is straightforward, hassle-free, and doesn’t raise suspicion.

Leave it to fate...

These two words made Chuci automatically imagine Jiang Yuan as even more mysterious.

After arranging for a driver to send Jiang Yuan back to his place, Chuci turned to instruct the butler to pack up; he decided to move to the city and not come to the villa for at least the next six months.

"Dad, how much did you pay that shaman yesterday?" He held a can of cola with his neck while opening it and cursed in his hometown dialect, "Didn’t even solve my problem and took thirty thousand? Damn, I might have given Jiang Yuan too little."

Chu Dakui, conducting business in the Capital City, was very concerned upon hearing his son had run into trouble.

But the first master he invited explained things in a very mystical way and took two hours to only solve half the problem. He was anxious to hire a famous master from the south when his son mentioned Jiang Yuan. Intrigued, he asked, "Who is Jiang Yuan? How are you feeling now?"

"I feel like I can reach for the moon and dive to catch turtles!"

Chuci boastfully laughed, "Didn’t you tell me before in my fortune that I’ll meet a benefactor at crucial moments? He must be the one! Yesterday I was so frustrated I almost wanted to jump off a building, but after calling Jiang Yuan, he used just one incense stick, and wow, you wouldn’t believe how amazing it was. The incense hadn’t even burned for two minutes, and I slept like a baby! So don’t spend a fortune hiring a master; I have a master right here with me. I need to give him a proper compensation; sixty-six thousand isn’t enough."

"Incense? Is he an expert in incense way?" Chu Dakui was intrigued, "I haven’t heard of such a figure in offering incense to celestial beings; how did you come to know him? Is it reliable? Let’s hire another master to check just to be sure. You better not go near the river or fish anytime soon, and take some time to visit a temple on the mountain. You can fish again after this period is over."

"Got it! I’ll first think about how to compensate Jiang Yuan, and I owe Yang Hongye a red envelope too." He muttered as he hung up, contemplating how to separate personal gratitude for Jiang Yuan aside from maintaining business relations.

Holding a cash-packed red envelope of sixty-six thousand, Jiang Yuan, whose personal assets finally broke five figures for the first time, pondered whether he should buy a second-hand car. It needed to have more space, otherwise, unloading goods from his Storage Bag always felt like sneaking around...

Just as he was considering this, a WeChat message came in, and he opened it, dumbfounded.

Yang: Just to let you know, there won’t be any more art projects. The damn fool of a boss tried to cut costs by skimping on materials, and the new parts failed, landing them in court. The factory might not even recover if it loses the lawsuit. The company is going down, and my friend is busy looking for another job. If you have any good job leads, please recommend one, thanks!