Yang Zimei found her own Twin Fish Plate. A man in a gray suit was in front of the showcase. A young lady in an elegant dress was accompanying him. She was probably a secretary or such. She was holding a notebook and recording down what the man was saying.
Yang Zimei felt that this man looked a little familiar. She took a closer look. He was actually the Hong Kong businessman who let her made her first pot of gold: Huo Wenhua.
Ten years had passed. He actually didn’t grow old, but he had a successful man’s spirit and energy. However, faint red lines appeared on his forehead. It was a peach blossom [love affair] calamity and it would be a bloody one.
“Lingling, do you know who that is?” Yang Jianming’s voice sounded again.
“I don’t know. He looks very rich though.”
“He is the organizer of this antiques auction: Hong Kong’s rich and powerful Huo Wenhua. My dad and I went to visit him yesterday.” Yang Jianming’s voice was prideful.
“How awesome. You even know a rich and powerful man.”
“Of course. Who am I?” Yang Jianming deliberately walked over to Yang Zimei. With a proud face, he said, “There’s almost no one here whom I don’t know. Everyone here is rich, powerful, and has status. If I didn’t bring you here, you won’t have the chance to see what high society is.”
When she heard this, Yang Zimei felt that she was going to vomit.
“Come, come, come. I’ll take you to meet him.” Yang Jianming took the person called Lingling over to Huo Wenhua. He greeted him familiarly, “Hello, Mr. Huo.”
Huo Wenhua faintly looked up at him before looking back down at the Twin Fish Plate.
Seeing that he completely ignored him, Yang Jianming couldn’t maintain his expression anymore. He loudly said to Huo Wenhua, “Don’t you recognize me, Mr. Huo? I am Municipal Committee Secretary’s son.”
“I do. But please don’t bother me.” Huo Wenhua faintly said.
Yang Jianming looked embarrassed. He looked up and coincidentally saw the ridicule on Yang Zimei’s mouth. He lost even more face. He fiercely glared at Huo Wenhua, but didn’t dare to attack because this was not a person whom he could offend. He could only take his woman to another showcase.
“Mr. Huo – ”
Yang Zimei walked over to Huo Wenhua and said hello with a faint smile.
Huo Wenhua was once again disturbed. He looked up in displeasure at the fifteen-year-old girl with a classical temperament. When he saw her clever and big eyes and the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, his eyes lit up with joy.
That girl who knew feng shui and how to find the Dragon Vein that day had left a deep impression on him. Moreover, since his father had been buried, his business had begun to take off. Everything that he did went very smoothly. He owned Hong Kong’s largest real estate firm.
In recent years, he dabbled in antiques and jade and also had good luck again and again, making him big profits. He quickly climbed to the top 10 of Forbes Richest List, exactly like what she had said that day.
He had once found several famous feng shui masters to help him examine the burial place. Everyone said that it was auspicious and conducive for moneymaking and business.
“Yang Zimei?” Huo Wenhua tested.
Yang Zimei smiled. “Yes. Mr. Huo really has a good memory. No wonder your business is doing better and better.”
“That’s all thanks to you,” Huo Wenhua said very gratefully. “I didn’t think that we’re so lucky to meet again today. I am really happy.”
Yang Zimei found her own Twin Fish Plate. A man in a gray suit was in front of the showcase. A young lady in an elegant dress was accompanying him. She was probably a secretary or such. She was holding a notebook and recording down what the man was saying.
Yang Zimei felt that this man looked a little familiar. She took a closer look. He was actually the Hong Kong businessman who let her made her first pot of gold: Huo Wenhua.
Ten years had passed. He actually didn’t grow old, but he had a successful man’s spirit and energy. However, faint red lines appeared on his forehead. It was a peach blossom [love affair] calamity and it would be a bloody one.
“Lingling, do you know who that is?” Yang Jianming’s voice sounded again.
“I don’t know. He looks very rich though.”
“He is the organizer of this antiques auction: Hong Kong’s rich and powerful Huo Wenhua. My dad and I went to visit him yesterday.” Yang Jianming’s voice was prideful.
“How awesome. You even know a rich and powerful man.”
“Of course. Who am I?” Yang Jianming deliberately walked over to Yang Zimei. With a proud face, he said, “There’s almost no one here whom I don’t know. Everyone here is rich, powerful, and has status. If I didn’t bring you here, you won’t have the chance to see what high society is.”
When she heard this, Yang Zimei felt that she was going to vomit.
“Come, come, come. I’ll take you to meet him.” Yang Jianming took the person called Lingling over to Huo Wenhua. He greeted him familiarly, “Hello, Mr. Huo.”
Huo Wenhua faintly looked up at him before looking back down at the Twin Fish Plate.
Seeing that he completely ignored him, Yang Jianming couldn’t maintain his expression anymore. He loudly said to Huo Wenhua, “Don’t you recognize me, Mr. Huo? I am Municipal Committee Secretary’s son.”
“I do. But please don’t bother me.” Huo Wenhua faintly said.
Yang Jianming looked embarrassed. He looked up and coincidentally saw the ridicule on Yang Zimei’s mouth. He lost even more face. He fiercely glared at Huo Wenhua, but didn’t dare to attack because this was not a person whom he could offend. He could only take his woman to another showcase.
“Mr. Huo – ”
Yang Zimei walked over to Huo Wenhua and said hello with a faint smile.
Huo Wenhua was once again disturbed. He looked up in displeasure at the fifteen-year-old girl with a classical temperament. When he saw her clever and big eyes and the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, his eyes lit up with joy.
That girl who knew feng shui and how to find the Dragon Vein that day had left a deep impression on him. Moreover, since his father had been buried, his business had begun to take off. Everything that he did went very smoothly. He owned Hong Kong’s largest real estate firm.
In recent years, he dabbled in antiques and jade and also had good luck again and again, making him big profits. He quickly climbed to the top 10 of Forbes Richest List, exactly like what she had said that day.
He had once found several famous feng shui masters to help him examine the burial place. Everyone said that it was auspicious and conducive for moneymaking and business.
“Yang Zimei?” Huo Wenhua tested.
Yang Zimei smiled. “Yes. Mr. Huo really has a good memory. No wonder your business is doing better and better.”
“That’s all thanks to you,” Huo Wenhua said very gratefully. “I didn’t think that we’re so lucky to meet again today. I am really happy.”
