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Synopsis

What kind of person is he? He has no earth-shattering supernatural powers, yet he can be called a national hero amidst the dust and grime of the world!

What kind of people are they? Beneath their humble bodies, they still maintain noble character and pure and beautiful hearts.

An elegant figure stands silhouetted against the hustle and bustle of the world. Slightly melancholic, yet exuding a composed and graceful air…

The First Part: Introduction to Deception and Deception

In the spring of 1997, in May, Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou was teeming with tourists, and incense smoke filled the air. This place was originally a secluded valley on the shores of West Lake, with beautiful, not-too-high mountains and clear, not-too-deep waters—a perfect place for monks to cultivate themselves. However, after tourism became a major economic pillar, the mountain paths were no longer bustling with eminent monks, but with laypeople who came seeking fame and fortune, some for sightseeing, others for pleasure. Feng Junzi was one of these laypeople.

It was around two or three in the afternoon, the busiest time for tourists. Feng Junzi had just reached the mountain gate amidst the throng when he was surrounded by a group of vendors carrying incense and candles. "Boss, please have an incense stick. The Bodhisattvas at Lingyin Temple are very efficacious; you can't pray empty-handed."

Feng Junzi enjoyed studying metaphysics but was not a Buddhist. He hadn't originally planned to worship Buddha; he was simply curious about the legendary place where Ji Gong practiced his cultivation. Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere around him, or perhaps to escape the harassment of the vendors as quickly as possible, Feng Junzi spent twenty yuan on incense and candles and slowly walked into Lingyin Temple.

At historical sites like Lingyin Temple, ordinary worshippers are not allowed to light incense and candles inside the halls. Instead, several large incense burners are placed on either side of the courtyard outside the halls for visitors to use. Incense and candles are offered in separate burners. The incense burner resembles the alchemy furnace of Laozi in TV dramas, with lit incense sticks inserted into the ash inside the burner. The candle burner is like a small pavilion with a row of candlesticks made of iron frames, topped with a roof with upturned eaves at the four corners.

Although Feng Junzi offered incense and candles, he didn't sincerely worship Buddha. He merely lit and placed the candles hastily along the way. Many believers, after offering their incense and candles, naturally crowded into the entrances of the various halls to wait in line to kowtow, and Feng Junzi squeezed in to join the crowd. When it was Feng Junzi's turn, he simply walked to the prayer mat, looked up at the Buddha statue, bowed, and even wore a nonchalant smile.

At the time, Feng Junzi didn't know what he had done wrong. Later, his friend Professor Song lectured him: "How can you go to worship Buddha like that, sneaking around like that? Either you should just be a tourist, or you should properly burn incense and worship Buddha according to Buddhist rituals. This is not a matter of faith or not, but a matter of respect."

Unfortunately, Feng Junzi didn't understand this principle at the time. As he walked out of the final Medicine Buddha hall, he casually lit the last incense sticks and candles, then turned to leave. At that moment, he thought to himself, "These believers prostrating themselves on the ground are a bit ridiculous. If kowtowing could solve everything, wouldn't there be no trouble in the world? I certainly don't have any..."

As soon as Feng Junzi's thoughts reached this point, he heard a "ding" sound in his ears, like a temple bell ringing right in the center of his forehead. The echo reverberated throughout his mind, and for a moment, he could see nothing but flashes of golden light. It took him a long time to regain his senses.

If someone had been standing nearby at the time, they would have witnessed a bizarre scene: a person, having finished offering incense and candles, turned to walk towards the gate, and suddenly stopped, as if frozen in mid-air. This wasn't a miracle, but rather the fact that the person's forehead had struck the very corner of the incense burner's eaves with considerable force, causing the entire metal burner to clang. Simultaneously, the person abruptly stopped, and something flew past them, landing five meters away on a bluestone slab.

The flying object was Feng Junzi's glasses. Feng Junzi seemed stunned by the impact, taking a long time to recover. He then realized his forehead had hit the eaves of the incense burner, but he was even more confused. He shouldn't have been in that position, but the eaves of the incense burner seemed to have suddenly grown a section, landing squarely on his forehead. Suddenly, the two words he had just been thinking of—"kowtow"—came to his senses, and he was startled.

Feng Junzi initially suspected it was just a coincidence, but two other things made him question his suspicions. First, his forehead hit the metal very hard; normally, it would be strange if a small head didn't grow out, but strangely, there wasn't a single scratch, not even a bruise, as if nothing had happened. Second, his glasses flew five meters away and landed on the hard stone slab, but they didn't break, not even a tiny scratch. These were almost impossible, but they were indeed true.

Feng Junzi glanced back at the Buddhist temple and realized that there was no need to go back and kowtow a few more times; the previous kowtow had been heavy enough. He didn't know if this was a warning from Buddha or a joke from Bodhisattva. From that moment on, Feng Junzi remembered a principle: you may not believe in some things, but you must not disrespect them; you may not care about Buddhas, demons, or gods, but you must never deceive them, and even less should you easily provoke them!

Part 1: Deceit and Deception, Chapter 1: Five Thousand Pairs of Left-Foot Leather Shoes

What is a beautiful woman? Simply put, it's a good-looking woman. What kind of woman is a good-looking woman? A woman admired by most men is a good-looking woman. By this standard, Qin Xiaoya is undoubtedly a beauty among beauties; at least, she's the kind of woman admired by many men, including Feng Junzi. The allure of beauty seems to have been infinitely exaggerated by writers. Legendary beauties seem to be beautiful at all times; for example, Xi Shi was most beautiful when she frowned and clutched her heart. But Qin Xiaoya's current appearance is definitely not very attractive.

Qin Xiaoya was on the phone, her voice a little hurried. Her once neatly trimmed hair was now disheveled, draped messily over her shoulders, with a strand even stuck to her forehead by sweat. As she spoke into the microphone, her bright eyes widened slightly, and her sexy, slightly curved nose was wrinkled a little crooked, ruining her otherwise exquisite features. The person on the other end of the line was Feng Junzi.

Qin Xiaoya is only twenty-six years old, but she is already the owner of a clothing market. Xiaoya Clothing Market is located in a high-traffic area of the Binhai Commercial Street. The two-story store mainly sells fashion and high-end leather shoes, but its main business is wholesaling clothing to northern regions of China.

Over the past two years, Qin Xiaoya has developed a habit of always calling Feng Junzi whenever she encounters a problem. Feng Junzi isn't a businesswoman; he's a securities analyst. He doesn't like being disturbed when he sleeps in late, but Qin Xiaoya is an exception. Even if she sounds anxious and agitated on the phone, he listens patiently.

As soon as the call connected, Qin Xiaoya blurted out, "Feng Junzi, I'm in trouble!"

Feng Junzi: "Xiaoya, don't be anxious, tell me slowly, what exactly happened?"

Qin Xiaoya then blurted out, "I bought a batch of shoes, five thousand pairs, a very large quantity."

Feng Junzi: "What's wrong with the shoes?"

Qin Xiaoya: "The purchase price is two hundred yuan a pair, and almost all of my working capital is tied up in it. I'm doomed now."

Feng Junzi still couldn't figure it out, so he had to ask one question at a time: "Is there a problem with the quality of the shoes? Did you buy a defective product?"

Qin Xiaoya: "The quality is not a problem. It's a Taiwanese design, and the materials, design, and workmanship are all quite good. It's a high-end product, and the purchase price is definitely very cheap."

Feng Junzi: "Is there something wrong with where it came from? Was it confiscated?"

Qin Xiaoya: "No, I bought it from a wholesaler in China."

Feng Junzi: "Was it lost during transport, or damaged in the warehouse? Or was it stolen?"

Qin Xiaoya: "No, something strange happened."

Feng Junzi: "What strange thing is it? Tell me quickly," Feng Junzi said, getting a little anxious.

Qin Xiaoya took a breath and finally slowed down her speech, saying each word carefully: "After the goods arrived at the warehouse, when we were about to open them and put them on the shelves, we found that they were all left-footed shoes. Five thousand pairs, ten thousand shoes, were all left-footed shoes!"

Part 1: Deceitful Deception 2: Beauty, Don't Invest in Stocks

Feng Junzi sat in Qin Xiaoya's office, listening to her recount the origins of the five thousand pairs of left-foot leather shoes. Qin Xiaoya's emotions were much more stable now, and her tone was much calmer. For some reason, Feng Junzi really enjoyed sitting there listening to Qin Xiaoya talk, hearing her recount various events happening in the business world, even though these things seemed to have nothing to do with him. He simply loved this feeling.

Feng Junzi and Qin Xiaoya hadn't known each other for very long, and their acquaintance was rather accidental. About two years ago, Qin Xiaoya took about a million yuan and wanted to try her luck in the stock market. She sought out Feng Junzi, who was quite well-known in the securities consulting industry at the time. A million yuan wasn't much money in the stock market, but for Qin Xiaoya, it represented the majority of her assets, so she was very cautious, even taking it very seriously, and specifically sought Feng Junzi's advice.

However, Feng Junzi only said one thing that greatly disappointed her: "Based on your situation, I suggest you don't invest in stocks now. You should use this money to continue running your clothing business properly."

Qin Xiaoya was naturally unwilling to give up. She believed that Feng Junzi was putting on airs; all so-called experts with a bit of fame liked to put on airs, playing hard to get with clients who came to them, while also using it as a way to raise their consultation fees. So she approached Feng Junzi a second time, not to visit him, but to invite him out to dinner. However, Feng Junzi gave her the same answer. Qin Xiaoya not only didn't listen to her advice, but became even more convinced that Feng Junzi was truly capable and different from others, so she invited him out to dinner a third time.

Feng Junzi also had the flaws that most people have. Faced with Qin Xiaoya, a young woman who was by no means unattractive, and who had repeatedly invited him to her home, this time he didn't keep his distance as usual. Instead, he drank a few more glasses. A man who has drunk a few more glasses in front of such a woman naturally becomes more talkative and expressive. He shared many of his innermost thoughts with Qin Xiaoya, and only then did Qin Xiaoya believe that Feng Junzi's suggestion was his true thought.

What happened next made Qin Xiaoya feel that knowing Feng Junzi had brought her good luck. The stock market misfortunes of those around her made her feel fortunate, and she truly believed that the clothing business was what she was best at. In less than two years, her clothing store had been upgraded to a clothing mall. She and Feng Junzi also became good friends, and she always liked to listen to this "professional's" advice. Now, faced with the strange situation of five thousand pairs of left-foot leather shoes, her first thought was to consult Feng Junzi.

Feng Junzi patiently listened to Qin Xiaoya finish explaining how she discovered that all five thousand pairs of leather shoes were left-footed before asking, "Did you contact the supplier? Could it be that they made a mistake when packing them?"

Qin Xiaoya: "The strange thing is that I can't contact the supplier. No one answers their mobile phone or the landline at their office. When I asked my local friends, they all said that the supplier has disappeared and vanished from the face of the earth."

Feng Junzi: "How did you get to know this supplier?"

Qin Xiaoya: "I met him by chance when I was sourcing goods in Wenzhou. We did a few small-batch transactions together. His products and reputation were good. I never expected that something strange would happen on our first big order."

Feng Junzi: "What is the other party's purpose? Is it to commit fraud? This kind of thing happens quite often over there."

Qin Xiaoya: "Logically speaking, it's impossible. If he wanted to commit fraud, he wouldn't need to send 5,000 pairs of leather shoes. Apart from all of them being left-foot shoes, there's nothing wrong with them, and they're very cheap. If he did this, he would be the one who would suffer. So I don't understand it."

Feng Junzi: "I've figured it out a bit. The key to the problem isn't this batch of left-foot shoes, but another batch of right-foot shoes. If a shoe has a left foot, it should also have a right foot. Giving you a left foot and keeping only the right foot is useless. So this batch of right-foot shoes will appear sooner or later. You can only wait now, there's no other way."

Qin Xiaoya: "Waiting for what?"

Feng Junzi: "Under normal circumstances, if you can't sell this batch of goods quickly, your working capital will run into problems, and you'll be in dire need of cash flow after a while."

Qin Xiaoya: "That's indeed the case. What should I do?"

Feng Junzi: "If at that time someone is willing to provide funds to buy a batch of your goods, would you agree?"

Qin Xiaoya: "I think I'll agree if there's really no other way."

Feng Junzi: "Which batch of goods do you most want to deal with right now?"

Qin Xiaoya: "Of course, it's those five thousand pairs of left-foot leather shoes."

Having said that, Qin Xiaoya seemed to understand what was going on with the five thousand pairs of leather shoes. She had always trusted Feng Junzi, but he wasn't entirely sure about what he'd said. He felt things weren't as simple as he'd initially thought, but he didn't say much more to Qin Xiaoya.

Qin Xiaoya felt a little better and then asked, "In that case, what should I do?"

Feng Junzi: "Just pretend this never happened, and tell your employees not to talk nonsense. Since this is a trap, sooner or later someone will come knocking on our door. We'll deal with that when the time comes."

Qin Xiaoya: "But I can't wait. My current cash flow can only last for a month at most."

Feng Junzi laughed: "It's alright, we can ask that tycoon for help. See, speak of the devil and he appears."

Part 1: Deceitful Deception 3 - The New Real Estate Tycoon

Zhou Song strode in like a whirlwind. Wherever he went, Zhou Song seemed to attract attention—talkative, a good drinker, full of energy, even his walk exuded confidence. No wonder, at only thirty-one, he was already the owner of a sizable real estate company. Zhou Song was Feng Junzi's high school classmate and now happened to live in this city. He met Qin Xiaoya through Feng Junzi, but their relationship likely grew closer later, given they were both businessmen.

Zhou Song rushed over immediately after hearing about the strange incident involving Qin Xiaoya's shoes. After listening to Feng Junzi's analysis, he summarized and said to Qin Xiaoya, "What the hypocrite said makes sense, but there is another possibility. If the other party knows that your funds are not a problem, they may sell you another five thousand pairs of right-foot leather shoes at a high price, because without those five thousand pairs of right-foot leather shoes, your current five thousand pairs of left-foot shoes are useless."

Qin Xiaoya asked thoughtfully, "How could there be no problem with my funds?"

Without hesitation, Zhou Song replied, "I'm here."

Qin Xiaoya glanced at Feng Junzi and said, "What does this have to do with me?"

Zhou Song realized he had been too attentive. Qin Xiaoya had always been a very independent woman, so he changed his tune and said, "What the hypocrite said earlier is right. Just pretend this never happened. Consider this million-dollar payment a loan to you. You can pay me back with interest once this is resolved, okay?"

Qin Xiaoya sighed again: "Even if those five thousand right feet appear, so what? According to what you just said, there are only two possibilities, both of which are unfavorable to me. What will we do then?"

Feng Junzi spoke up at this point: "I don't know what to do then. In normal times, many people always ask me what the final target price of a stock is. In most cases, this is a question that I cannot answer. All I can do is tell you how to operate now."

Qin Xiaoya finally smiled: "Feng Junzi, you really can't stop talking about your profession. Now I have no choice but to listen to your opinions. Thank you for your help. Tonight, I'll treat you two drunkards to a drink."

Feng Junzi also laughed: "I'm a drunkard, but Zhou Tuhao isn't. He's a great philanthropist." He had guessed that things would probably end this way from the moment Zhou Song entered the door.

Inside the elegantly decorated private room, only Qin Xiaoya, Feng Junzi, and Zhou Song were chatting. Qin Xiaoya drank tea, Zhou Song drank red wine, and Feng Junzi drank beer, each pouring their own drinks. Qin Xiaoya had clearly tidied herself up carefully before leaving, restoring her glamorous appearance.

Qin Xiaoya was asking Zhou Song, "I bought an apartment in Xicheng District earlier this year for over 5,000 yuan per square meter. A few days ago, a newly opened residential complex near my apartment was already selling for 6,200 yuan per square meter. How come prices have risen so fast? How do you developers price your properties?"

When Zhou Song heard that his expertise had been mentioned, he perked up: "This is a rather technical question, and it's not easy to explain clearly. I can give you an example to illustrate it. The first project I developed wasn't in Binhai, but in Xi'an. It was a residential community two years ago, and the price was 2,500 yuan per square meter at the time."

Qin Xiaoya interjected, "Why is it so cheap?"

Zhou Song continued, "The time, the region, and the building type are all different. The house you bought is a frame structure, while brick-concrete structures are much cheaper."

Qin Xiaoya: "So this residential complex is a brick-concrete structure?"

Zhou Song: "No, it's slightly better than a brick-concrete structure. It's a ring beam structure, which is described as a small frame in our promotional materials."

Qin Xiaoya: "I'm not interested in these bricks and tiles. How did you calculate that 2,500 yuan per square meter?"

If it were anyone else, Zhou Song probably wouldn't be willing to answer this question, but Qin Xiaoya's question was different. Zhou Song patiently explained, "Let me break it down for you. If you include all the costs, it's roughly like this: the initial expenses are 200 yuan per ping, the 70-year land use right is equivalent to about 800 yuan per ping of building area, the demolition and resettlement fees and construction costs add up to about 700 yuan per ping, various taxes are equivalent to about 300 yuan per ping, various administrative fees add up to about 300 yuan per ping, and finally, add a profit of 200 yuan per square meter, which is 2,500 yuan."

"Wow, there are so many variations!" Qin Xiaoya stuck out her tongue. "How much of that 2,500 is actually the cost of building the house?"

Zhou Song: "If we don't count the demolition and resettlement costs, it's probably around 500 yuan per ping. Of course, I'm referring to round numbers, and I haven't included marketing and advertising costs separately."

Qin Xiaoya: "I bought a house for 5,000 yuan per square meter. What was the construction cost?"

Zhou Song: "The higher the selling price of a house, the lower the proportion of construction cost in the house price. Your house is an unfurnished house, and the construction cost will not exceed one thousand yuan per square meter."

Qin Xiaoya exclaimed in surprise: "So you real estate developers are this ruthless. No wonder Feng Junzi calls you a nouveau riche and a scoundrel."

Before Zhou Song could speak, Feng Junzi, who had been silent all along, interjected: "That's called 'no merchant is without guile.' Last time I saw those shoes in your shop, the tags said the original price was 1,780 and the current price was 1,280. Were they also bought for 200 yuan each?"

Qin Xiaoya sighed: "Yes, that's how it is for all clothing stores these days."

Feng Junzi continued, "I also asked your sales clerks. If customers try to bargain, the store manager can only offer a maximum discount of 1,000 yuan per pair. So, isn't the ratio of your shoe purchase cost to selling price the same as the ratio of Zhou Tuhao's house construction cost to selling price?"

Qin Xiaoya: "You can't do the math like that. Do you know how expensive my shop rent is? And I also have more than a dozen employees to support, all of whom I have to pay wages."

Zhou Song found another opportunity to explain: "Businesses are all the same now. You pay rent for your shop every six months, but the cost of buying land for us is higher than the cost of building a house. Moreover, we only have the right to use the land, which is equivalent to paying rent for seventy years at once."

Feng Junzi persisted: "It's like saying all crows are black, but everyone hopes that other crows are whiter than themselves, and that no other industry can make as much money as their business."

Qin Xiaoya felt a little embarrassed by Feng Junzi's words, so she quickly changed the subject back to real estate: "Zhou Song, you said that the initial cost for your project is 200 yuan per square meter. What exactly is this cost?"

Feng Junzi quickly answered for Zhou Song: "Survey, design, feasibility study, and land leveling can all be included in the preliminary expenses."

Qin Xiaoya: "What is the total building area of that residential complex?"

Zhou Song: "Around 100,000 square meters, not a big one, it's a small project."

Qin Xiaoya: "Two hundred yuan per ping (a unit of area), so 100,000 square meters would be 20 million yuan. Is that much needed for surveying and design?"

Zhou Song remained silent, and Feng Junzi continued, "Of course, it won't cost that much. It's just a small fraction. The rest is mostly for public relations expenses. Otherwise, why would they give him the land? How could they approve so many real estate permits?"

Not wanting to embarrass Zhou Song too much, Qin Xiaoya changed the subject: "You just said that the profit of this project is also 200 yuan per square meter, which is about the same as the initial expenses. So you made 20 million?"