The Goddess's Personal Doctor
Chapter 41: Making a Scene at the Door

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Making a Scene at the Door

"Ha, you rascal." Wen Yishan laughed heartily, "Alright, starting from tomorrow, I’ll come to the site and consult with you, act as an advisor, but the ultimate command is still in your hands. However, the consulting fee cannot be less. "

Guo Fan did not hide his desire to become a famous designer, and Wen Yishan was not angry. If he had hidden it, it would only seem artificial and hypocritical.

Hearing that his master wanted a consulting fee, Guo Fan knew that his master had no intention of competing with him. He breathed a sigh of relief and was beyond delighted, "Master, don’t worry, I will share half of my entire earnings from this project with you!"

"Good, I’ll study it now, and you should do the same. We’ll discuss it on the construction site tomorrow." Wen Yishan hung up Guo Fan’s call, skipped his meal, and continued to examine the design plan.

The more he looked at it, the more astonished he became, for this was the first time he had ever seen a modern design that fused Feng Shui, architecture, and Mechanical Technique—a melding of three ancient secret techniques.

Previously, the only ones who could fuse these three types of construction were the builders of the ancient Imperial Mausoleums.

The epitome of integrating all three was none other than the renowned Qin Emperor’s Mausoleum!

To date, no one has truly unlocked and entered the Qin Emperor’s Mausoleum, a testimony to its ingenious construction.

Now, there was a modern man capable of blending these three elements, which made this architect a national treasure!

"Yang Yu..." Wen Yishan repeatedly murmured Yang Yu’s name, his gaze firm with reverence, akin to a pilgrim on a sacred journey, "If possible, I must take him as my master, no matter the cost!"

Yang Yu did not continue to seek out Gu Kanghua; he still had nearly twenty million on hand. He would wait until after he had repaid this amount before demanding his due.

One must be prepared to pay the price for daring to set fire to their own hospital!

After preparing ointments for the burned doctors and nurses, Yang Yu went to work at the Silver Horse Club at the first opportunity.

Although Manager Zhou hadn’t said anything, everyone had noticed his attitude towards Yang Yu. The club’s hosts, security guards, and other staff all began to try to ingratiate themselves with him.

As soon as they saw Yang Yu arrive, they nodded and bowed, greeting him: "Hello, Mr. Yang."

"Hello, Mr. Yang."

Yang Yu felt somewhat gloomy. To tell the truth, he wasn’t used to this kind of attention.

But it would be impolite to tell them they didn’t have to greet him, so he let it be.

"Mr. Yang, thank you." Ah Wen came over and sincerely thanked Yang Yu.

"No need to be polite." Yang Yu smiled slightly, "If you have any trouble in the future, come to me anytime. I’ll help as much as I can."

Yang Yu wasn’t deliberately trying to win people over; it was just his nature to be good to those around him.

Ah Wen was slightly moved, his eyes reddening, "Okay, Mr. Yang."

The only person Yang Yu still held a grudge against was the substitute lead dancer Gao Xiang, but Gao Xiang didn’t show his bitterness and, like everyone else, greeted Yang Yu.

As Yang Yu walked past him, Gao Xiang’s gaze turned especially cold: "Kid, just wait, your bad day is coming sooner or later!"

The club provided dinner, and it was very sumptuous at that.

After all, they had to work all night, and Shen Silin was worried they wouldn’t eat well and would lack energy for their work later.

After dinner, all the staff went to bathe, change clothes, and make themselves clean, neat, and dashingly handsome.

This is a high-end club, and naturally disheveled staff members are not allowed.

"Why isn’t Ah Le here?" Manager Zhou counted the number of people and noticed that one of the young masters was missing, "Does anyone know what happened to Ah Le? No one’s answering his phone."

"Don’t know." Everyone shook their heads in turn; people who come here to work generally don’t make friends with each other, probably because they also feel that working here is something to be ashamed of.

Even if they bump into each other on the streets, they pretend not to know each other, so how could they possibly know what the others do during the day?

"Really, not showing up without even asking for leave." Manager Zhou grumbled, "Forget about getting the perfect attendance bonus this month!"

At nine o’clock that evening, the club door opened, signaling the start of business.

But as soon as the door opened, a group of men blocked the club entrance, shouting loudly, "The procuress of Silver Horse Club, come out here!"

With these men blocking the way, guests simply couldn’t enter.

Manager Zhou hurriedly led the security to the entrance and, with a smile that did not reach his eyes, asked the men, "Gentlemen, this is a high-end women’s club, and we do not serve male customers. May I ask what brings you here..."

Thump!

A man wearing only a pair of underpants was thrown onto the ground by these men, his body covered with injuries.

What’s worse, both of his legs appeared to be broken!

Thrown onto the ground, he couldn’t even stand, managing only to crawl forward with his hands, "Manager Zhou, save me..."

"Ah Le!" Manager Zhou’s face instantly darkened, his gaze turning icy as he looked at these men, "What is the meaning of this?"

"What do we mean?" The man leading them looked almost identical to a Hong Kong star named Big Dumb, his vicious appearance nearly the same, "This cheap bastard from your club tricked my wife into giving him some tips, I could pretend to be unaware of their trysts outside, but today, he actually dared to come to my house, really thinking I’m dead!"

"Uh..." Manager Zhou was at a loss for words because, indeed, Ah Le was in the wrong here.

As the man said, people usually play their separate games and return home as model spouses.

But bringing someone home was an outright provocation.

While the club had clear rules against staff fraternizing with clients outside, rules were rules. If something like that did happen, it was with the client’s consent, which the club would tacitly ignore.

This was why the men working here were looked down upon, how was it different from being a cowherd?

Now, caught red-handed by someone’s husband, who else could be to blame but yourself for your misfortune?

Seeing Manager Zhou lost for words, the man continued to sneer, "Do you know? He even dared to tell my wife that he wanted to marry her, under the condition that my wife brings all the money from home and elopes with him!"

"Is that really what happened?" The rich ladies watching the commotion also shook their heads one after another, "Fun and games are one thing, but you can’t be confused about critical matters."

"Yeah, too irresponsible!"

With righteous looks on their faces, these rich ladies pointed and commented on Ah Le, as if they had never been the ones getting handsy with the young masters inside.

Manager Zhou was extremely helpless and could only maintain a forced smile, "Sir, we have rules here against staff personally interacting with clients. Ah Le has broken the rules, and we take no responsibility for that."

"If you want to seek justice, I’ll help you call the police."

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