In front of the display cabinet, stood a man in a gray-black suit, accompanied by a young lady in an elegant skirt. She was probably a secretary, holding a notebook to record what the man said.
Yang Zimei felt that this man looked familiar. After a closer look, he turned out to be the Hong Kong businessman Huo Wenhua who made her first pot of gold that day.
Ten years have passed, and he has not aged at all. On the contrary, he has become more energetic and vigorous as a successful man. However, there are faint red lines on the tip of his eyebrows, which is a sign of a peach blossom appearance, and there will be a bloody disaster. [
"Lingling, do you know who is who?" Yang Jianming's voice rang again.
"I don't know. He seems to be very rich."
"He is the organizer of this antique auction, Hong Kong's rich man Huo Wenhua. I visited him yesterday with my dad." Yang Jianming spoke with a complacent voice.
"That's amazing, you even know the rich."
"That's natural. Who am I?" Yang Jianming deliberately walked to Yang Zimei and said with a proud face, "There are almost no people here that I don't know. They are all rich, powerful and status.
If I hadn't brought you here, you wouldn't have had the chance to see what upper class society is."
Hearing his words, Yang Zimei felt like she was going to vomit.
"Come on, come on, I'll take you to meet Huo Fuhao." Yang Jianming walked up to Huo Wenhua, hugging Lingling, and called out in a familiar voice, "Hello, Mr. Huo."
Huo Wenhua raised his eyes slightly to glance at him, then lowered his head and continued to look at the Pisces plate.
Seeing that people were completely ignoring him, Yang Jianming lost his dignity and said loudly to Huo Wenhua: "Mr. Huo, don't you recognize me? I am the son of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary."
"I recognize it, but please don't disturb me." Huo Wenhua said calmly.
Yang Jianming looked embarrassed. He looked up and saw the sarcasm on the corners of Yang Zi's eyebrows and lips, which made him even more embarrassed. He glared at Huo Wenhua fiercely, but did not dare to get angry, because that was not someone he could offend in person. Only with his
The woman stood dejectedly and went to another display cabinet.
"Mr. Huo——"
Yang Zimei walked up to Huo Wenhua and greeted him with a slight smile.
Being disturbed again, Huo Wenhua looked at this girl with a classical temperament in front of him, who was only about fifteen years old, a little displeasedly. When he saw her big, smart eyes and the little cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, he
His eyes lit up with joy.
The little girl who knew how to look for dragons and caves to read Feng Shui left a deep impression on him. Moreover, after his father was buried, his business began to take off, everything he did went smoothly, and he became the largest real estate developer in Hong Kong. In recent years,
Later, he began to dabble in antiques and jade, and he also had good luck, making him a lot of money, and quickly climbed into the top ten of the Forbes rich list, exactly as she said that day.
He once asked several famous Feng Shui masters to help him survey the burial site, and they all said that it was an auspicious hole, which would bring good fortune and business.
"Little sister Yang Zimei?" Huo Wenhua asked tentatively.
Yang Zimei laughed and said, "Yes, Mr. Huo has a really good memory. No wonder the business is getting bigger and bigger."
"All this is thanks to you." Huo Wenhua said very gratefully, "I never thought that we would be so destined to meet again today. Huo is really happy." [
