Is there anyone coming and going in heaven?

The first official meeting, I really didn't know how to address him. So when "Mr. Ou" came out of my mouth, I felt quite awkward myself.

He didn't seem to care much and said, "You can call me whatever you like." Then he added, "If we follow the Southern custom, I am older than you, so you should call me Brother Ou." The name "Brother Ou" sounds similar to "Ode", so at first, it felt strange to call him that. Over time, it became more familiar and intimate.

Brother Ou is a big man, towering over me by almost half a head. He has short dark hair, sharp eyes, and looks both strong and steady.

I first met him outside the Haitian Hotel. He was wearing a colorful shirt with palm trees and the sea, which is typical in Hainan, along with a pair of oversized sunglasses, looking around. When I passed by, I glanced at him a few times. Beside him stood a woman in an ultra-short skirt, who was extremely beautiful. He shouted at me, "Hello!" At first, I didn't hear clearly and thought maybe I had offended him in some way. When he got closer and took off his sunglasses, he said again, "Hello!" This time, I finally heard it clearly.

It turned out that he had just arrived and was looking for a place to eat authentic Hainan seafood.

I quickly contacted a place called "Danjia" Fish Raft, called the boss, and sent them to a taxi.

That evening, I received a call from a stranger. Thinking it was a wrong number, I ignored it. A while later, the call came again. It was him. He said that he got my number from the boss and wanted to thank me specially. Later, I learned that I had particularly instructed the boss that they were my friends and should be well taken care of. As a result, the boss specially sent them a steamed grouper and fried wild shrimp.

Since I had nothing to do that night, I agreed to meet him.

It was at a night snack stall by the Dadonghai beach. Wooden rattan chairs, the ebb and flow of the tide, made it the most relaxing time. Brother Ou was wearing loose shorts, and he had already taken off his sunglasses. His shirt was a popular embroidered round-necked plaid shirt of that time. The woman beside him turned out to be Sister Ou. Sister Ou had changed into a blue leisure suit, and her neck was unusually wrapped with a pure white silk scarf. In this tropical night, it didn't feel odd at all.

When we met, we exchanged phone numbers immediately. Then, he handed me a business card with only his company's name, no title. When I asked him about it, he said, "It's my own company, there's no need to specifically sign any title." He ordered draft beer and said, "I really have to thank you. My wife saw online what seemed to be the most distinctive place to eat fish rafts. Yesterday, she went to eat, but ended up going to the wrong place and almost got ripped off. She didn't eat any seafood and left with a belly full of anger. If it weren't for you today, our trip would have been wasted."

Then he said, "Meeting you makes this trip worthwhile. Cheers to you." When I raised my glass, I saw him raise a pitcher of beer. In three or two gulps, he finished the whole pitcher.

In the following days, he followed my advice very carefully and only went snorkeling once at Wuzhizhou Island. The rest of the time, he moved his accommodation to the Holiday Inn at Yalong Bay, enjoying the sea breeze and tranquility every day.

Later, we would chat on the phone every ten days or half a month. His business was doing very well. He even said disdainfully, "Now doing foreign trade business has no technical content at all. As long as you do it, everyone will make a lot of money." He also often gave me economic lessons. Stocks, funds, securities, etc., although they seemed familiar to me, I was actually completely inexperienced. He said, "Learning is not as good as listening, listening is not as good as doing. You might as well feel your way across the river and experience it yourself." I sent him several months' salary. After less than an hour, he said, "I've bought it for you."

From then on, I paid attention to the rise and fall of that fund every day. He indeed had a good eye. That fund was slowly rising every day. Every time I called him, I excitedly said, "It's risen again, it's risen again." He would casually educate me on the other side, "Don't be too speculative. People who can't hold their breath cannot accomplish great things!"

Not long after, I also encountered a crisis in my relationship. I called him...