You've Got Mail: Cautionary Tale (YGMCT)

Chapter 39 - Fire Cannot Be Wrapped In Paper, Unless They Were Paper Lanterns

Finally, Wu Xingzi did manage to find the owners of all the pengornises other than the second place on the list of pengornises. Adviser Wu was too drunk to remember its brutal murder at the hands of the General, and so it was logically passed over.

With a darkened expression, Guan Shanjin glanced at Rancui with a sneer. “They say that the Pengornisseur, even through a thousand miles, can help one seek their beloved. Seems like the rumours are all false.”

“We can’t be blamed for those people who do not seek their beloved, but sleep around carrying their embroidered pillows1.” Rancui deliberately sighed loudly. He looked towards the slightly blushing Wu Xingzi who was in a good mood, his words laced with meaning, “In my opinion, Adviser Wu is not the type to like embroidered pillows. After all, pillows should be simple and lasting. Those are then considered good pillows.”

“Yes, yes.” The pillows in Adviser Wu’s home were all made by himself. Every autumn, he would replace the rice husk within. The firmness of the pillows was perfect, there was no worry of dirtying them, and they even smelled good.

Seeing how easily Wu Xingzi fell into the trap, Guan Shanjin was both unhappy and resigned. He hurriedly finished the letters, and after instructing Rancui to deliver the replies to the branch in Bastion City, he stood up and hauled Wu Xingzi away.

His actions were so fast that Rancui did not even have the time to say his goodbyes. Pressing his palm against his chest, Rancui grabbed the brush that had not even dried yet and threw it into the brazier.

This brush was a gift from his boss, and it was made with elder wood and weasel hair by a famous expert. The body was smooth, and the longer it was used, the better it would get. Rancui had been using it for seven years, and its body was so smooth and shiny that it could almost be used as a mirror. Carrying it, it felt weighty and comfortable, and it was one of his beloved items.

However, since Guan Shanjin had used it, with Rancui’s temper, he disdained ever using it again.

“What a waste of a good brush…” Rancui stared at the brazier, soothing his own chest. He was unable to distinguish if he felt more angry, or if his heart ached more. Only when the entire brush had been consumed by the fire, the flames licking upwards, did Rancui tighten his fists firmly, and summoned his employee over. “Immediately return to the capital, and help me tell this to Boss.”

“Yes.” The salesman was a little confused. If there was something to be reported, wouldn’t sending a letter be better than sending someone over? The one thing their Peng Society had no lack of was homing pigeons.

“Tell him that this is what Manager Rancui has said: ‘Fuck you! Today, if I’m in the Peng Society, there won’t be Guan Shanjin, and if there’s Guan Shanjin, I won’t be here! You ass, talk for you is cheap, but I now have two members who have fallen in Guan Shanjin’s hands! This sort of heartless, unfeeling person, the Peng Society can’t accept. If you can, just do it yourself! You motherfucker, I’m going to go to Bastion City now, there’s no need to send me off.’” Rancui’s voice was bright and clear. He was usually mild and tactful, weighing his words before he spoke. Even towards his subordinates, he was gentle and polite. The salesman had worked for Rancui for over seven years already. He had never heard an awful word from Rancui before, not to mention vulgarities. Manager Rancui had a quick tongue, and when he wanted to scold a person, he had never needed to use any curses and swears.