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 didnât grow old, but he had a successful manâs 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 .
âLingling, do you know who that is?â Yang Jianmingâs voice sounded again .
âI donât know . He looks very rich though . â
âHe is the organizer of this antiques auction: Hong Kongâs rich and powerful Huo Wenhua . My dad and I went to visit him yesterday . â Yang Jianmingâs voice was prideful .
âHow awesome . You even know a rich and powerful man . â
âOf course . Who am I?â Yang Jianming deliberately walked over to Yang Zimei . With a proud face, he said, âThereâs almost no one here whom I donât know . Everyone here is rich, powerful, and has status . If I didnât bring you here, you wonât have the chance to see what high society is . â
When she heard this, Yang Zimei felt that she was going to vomit . âCome, come, come . Iâll take you to meet him . â Yang Jianming took the person called Lingling over to Huo Wenhua . He greeted him familiarly, âHello, Mr . Huo . â
Huo Wenhua faintly looked up at him before looking back down at the Twin Fish Plate .
Seeing that he completely ignored him, Yang Jianming couldnât maintain his expression anymore . He loudly said to Huo Wenhua, âDonât you recognize me, Mr . Huo? I am Municipal Committee Secretaryâs son . â
âI do . But please donât bother me . â Huo Wenhua faintly said .
Yang Jianming looked embarrassed . He looked up and coincidentally saw the ridicule on Yang Zimeiâs mouth . He lost even more face . He fiercely glared at Huo Wenhua, but didnât dare to attack because this was not a person whom he could offend . He could only take his woman to another showcase . âMr . Huo â â
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 Kongâs 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 .
âYang Zimei?â Huo Wenhua tested .
Yang Zimei smiled . âYes . Mr . Huo really has a good memory . No wonder your business is doing better and better . â
âThatâs all thanks to you,â Huo Wenhua said very gratefully . âI didnât think that weâre so lucky to meet again today . I am really happy . â