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Yet, Group D was particularly difficult to deal with.

Group D was as stubborn as a pig that wouldn't flinch from scalding water; none of them were willing to attend.

The head of the Public Relations department was likely to come over and reprimand them again. Shi Yubing sighed, anticipating the impending barrage of criticism.

"Sigh, so be it. No wonder Group D doesn't have the same reputation as the others."

Early in the morning.

The sun illuminated Hong Kong, and Chu Yuening stretched her body, feeling refreshed and in high spirits as she gazed at the bay outside her window. She decided not to start her stall too early that day.

Turning around, she patted the mattress. The floral-patterned bedsheet-covered cushion bounced with her movement.

"Indeed, nothing beats a luxurious mattress for comfort." She smiled with half-closed eyes, then finished her grooming routine before opening her wardrobe.

In the white wardrobe stood a full-length mirror, allowing one to see their entire outfit without having to jump around in front of a tiny bathroom mirror for ages.

Recently, straight-leg pants were trending in Hong Kong. Chu Yuening bought a pair too; they elongated her legs and emphasized their slenderness, pairing well with various outfits. She slipped on a long-sleeved, fitted white top, casually swept her hair into a low bun, and left the house.

First, Chu Yuening wheeled her stall to Temple Street. Then, from the downstairs convenience store, she called Wei Yanlin using the landline. "You mentioned before that you knew where to find thunderstruck wood. Could you take me there?"

An hour later.

Chu Yuening located Wei Yanlin at an elderly care home in Sha Tin.

He was no longer dressed in a loose daoist robe. Instead, he wore a round-neck white T-shirt topped with a light blue shirt. He strolled across the lawn, pushing an elderly lady in a wheelchair.

Chu Yuening called out to him.

Upon hearing her voice, Wei Yanlin waved excitedly. As she approached, she realized that his flashy red hair was gone, replaced by a red pacifier-shaped knitted cap on his head.

Chu Yuening: ?

Wei Yanlin didn't seem to mind. He removed the cap, revealing a shiny, bald head under the sunlight. It looked like a smooth boiled egg, so perfectly round that a pigeon would have to perform a splits to comfortably perch and poop on it.

"Where's your hair?" Chu Yuening's eyes widened in disbelief. "Didn't you say it would bring good fortune?"

"You said anything goes if it's for a good cause, right?" Wei Yanlin grinned obsequiously, then pulled his woolen cap back on, awaiting praise.

"I donated it."

"Donated it?" Chu Yuening clicked her tongue. Although she hadn't spent much time with Wei Yanlin, she could tell from his habit of constantly flipping his bangs that he was quite particular about his hairstyle. Yet, he had donated it so readily?

"To where?"

As she asked, Chu Yuening heard the sound of mahjong tiles being shuffled nearby. A group of elderly ladies had moved their mahjong table onto the lawn.

One of them, a grandmother with a head full of white hair, stood out from the rest—because...she wore a vibrant red wig. She swiftly played her tile.

"Kong!"

"Wait! I've got a pure straight!"

The grandmother, accentuated by her fiery red hair, gleefully collected her winnings, then casually grabbed her dentures from the table and put them in while counting her money. She spoke to Wei Yanlin with a smile.

"Alin! It truly is a stroke of good fortune!"

"Need I say more?" Wei Yanlin said proudly, crossing his arms. "It's the red hair of none other than Master Wei. His hair is nourished by essence blood, so it has a reinforcing effect."

Having finished his boasting, Wei Yanlin became aware that the true master was standing right beside him. Under Chu Yuening's earnest and scrutinizing gaze, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Indeed... There's indeed an enhancing effect, wouldn't you say?"

"Indeed," Chu Yuening nodded.

Wei Yanlin, upon receiving the affirmation, swelled with pride as if he had been hailed extraordinarily talented, instantly lifting his head and straightening his back. However, he was only to hear Chu Yuening's next words.

"I know an elderly lady with a bald head, so poor she's never been able to afford a wig. Please, make a reservation for her first."

"Aah?" Wei Yanlin sighed. "But growing hair is truly challenging. I originally..."

Originally planned to abstain from donating hair anymore.

Chu Yuening patted him on the arm and sincerely praised, "You are a good comrade Lei Feng, I would like to thank you on behalf of the old lady."

Wei Yanlin had done many good deeds, all in the hope of earning Chu Yuening's praise. He could only swallow back the rest of his words, feeling aggrieved.

If it was for charity, he could endure being ugly for a while longer.

Knowing Chu Yuening's purpose, Wei Yanlin had already bid farewell to the nursing home director and led her towards Lao Mountain.

After climbing half the mountain, they didn't see a single lightning-struck tree, let alone a withered one.

Feeling uneasy under Chu Yuening's reproachful gaze, Wei Yanlin quickly pleaded, "I clearly saw a large piece of lightning-struck wood here before, and it happened to be a peach tree."

"I'll think about it first."

Looking at the crowded Wong Tai Sin Temple at the foot of the mountain, Chu Yuening envied the numerous floating merits.

She raised her gaze to look at Wei Yanlin, still searching around, "There's Wong Tai Sin Temple right at the bottom of the mountain. Wouldn't they need the lightning-struck wood too?"

Could it be that someone else had already taken the wood?

After all, Thunder Natural has an exorcising effect, and when combined with the peach wood that also repels evil spirits, it's quite a formidable duo.

If she were someone from the Yellow Immortal Temple, she would have moved down the mountain long ago.

"It's impossible," Wei Yanlin denied without hesitation, casually flipping over a large stone. "Thunder-struck wood isn't very popular in Hong Kong. It's dark and unattractive when made into objects. Having it at home would be an eyesore."

Chu Yuening was surprised. "You people really treat thunder-struck wood so poorly?"

"It's not really a matter of treating it poorly," Wei Yanlin said, feeling a little embarrassed. "It's just not practical as a spiritual tool. Nowadays, famous feng shui masters are wealthy, so they prefer to buy ready-made tools that look impressive when displayed."

Chu Yuening recalled the heavy swords in Boss Huang's feng shui shop. Imagining having to carry one around all day made her shudder.

No matter how good-looking, she wouldn't want to use one.