I noticed a character, "牢" (imprisonment), on Chen Yuanshan's left palm. He sighed as he looked at it, and his expression turned serious. He slumped into the chair opposite Chen Yuanshan, speechless.

"I'm really in deep trouble," He Gang said, tears streaming down his face. He seemed dispirited.

"Even in the face of great adversity, you can't force yourself into a corner. I firmly believe in the saying 'as long as one is alive, there will be a way out.' When faced with difficulties, grit your teeth and persevere," Chen Yuanshan advised. The Gang nodded, then shook his head, his face filled with inner conflict.

"I haven't eaten for a few meals."

"It's been two days since I last ate," He Gang replied, raising his head.

"I can only make fried sauce noodles. Will you eat?" Chen Yuanshan asked.

"Yes," He Gang replied, his face turning red with embarrassment.

"Alright, stay here. I'll go upstairs and make a bowl of fried sauce noodles for you," Chen Yuanshan said, standing up and heading towards the second floor.

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Earlier, He Gang had placed his backpack on the sofa. Walking to the sofa, he unzipped the backpack. The first thing I saw was a dagger with a black handle and sheath.

Recalling Chen Yuanshan's words about He Gang's destiny, I felt nervous again. I wondered if He Gang was planning to rob me. If that were the case, I wouldn't resist. I would hand over all the money in my pockets, including the new phone I had just bought.

He Gang took out a ten yuan bill from his backpack. It was crumpled and worn, indicating it had been through a lot. He didn't pull out the dagger, and my tension eased.

After about twenty minutes, Chen Yuanshan came down with a bowl of fried sauce noodles and a pair of chopsticks.

"Hurry and eat," he said, placing the bowl in front of He Gang.

Looking at the bowl of fried sauce noodles, He Gang thanked Chen Yuanshan and, without hesitation, started eating.

Chen Yuanshan noticed the crumpled ten yuan bill on the table, suspecting it was given by He Gang.

He picked up the bill and said, "I charge 200 for fortune-telling."

He Gang, with an awkward expression, looked at the crumpled ten yuan bill in Chen Yuanshan's hand.

"Master Chen, this is all I have. I can't give you any more money now. If I become wealthy in the future, I'll repay you double. And for this bowl of fried sauce noodles, I'll always remember it," He Gang promised sincerely.

"Alright, then it is. I'll take it," Chen Yuanshan said, putting the ten yuan bill in his pocket.

After finishing a small bowl of fried sauce noodles, He Gang burped contentedly, picked up the glass of water I had poured for him earlier, and drank it in one gulp.