83.【028】Clap your hands without planting ghosts in front of the door (2)
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Although Yang Zimei was Xia Mo's classmate and was young, so Xia Guohui did not have to greet her in person, but he still made tea for her enthusiastically and asked her with concern where she lived and what her parents did.
She said without any secret that she was from the countryside, her father was just a primary school teacher, and her mother was unemployed.
Xia Guohui, whose net worth is about to exceed 100 million, did not show any expression of disdain on his face when he heard that she came from an ordinary family. His attitude was still friendly and courteous. He also said that there happened to be a vacancy in the mailroom of his company and he could recruit Yang's mother. Although the salary was not high
, but it is considered leisurely.
In view of his sincerity and equality in treating others, Yang Zimei did not want him to suffer various setbacks or even be separated because of that poplar tree.[
"Uncle Xia, I wonder if you believe in Feng Shui?" she looked at him and asked. She found that the Xia family was different from the Yang Dejie family. All the decorations did not follow the Feng Shui pattern, and everything was done as they pleased. However, there was nothing wrong with this.
Influence, this is often the case in this world, everything that is unreasonable becomes reasonable, but all the problems come from the newly transplanted poplar tree.
"Haha, why does Mr. Yang ask this? Regarding Feng Shui, I have always believed that if you believe in it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will have nothing. I usually don't pay much attention to it, but I still live well."
Interested? That’s something profound and profound.”
"I'm a little interested. I've studied Feng Shui and Kanyu with an old Taoist priest for more than ten years, and I've learned some tricks." Yang Zimei said frankly.
"Haha, that's really hard to see. Then, classmate Yang, what do you think of the feng shui here?" Xia Guohui asked perfunctorily.
"Uncle Xia, let's put this aside for now. Have you been in trouble recently? Did you just lose a million-dollar business?" Yang Zimei was too lazy to talk in circles, so he asked straight to the point.
"Oh? How did you know this? Did that girl Xia Mo say it? No, I have never told Xia Mo." Xia Guohui asked a little doubtfully.
"Dad, has your business been having a hard time recently?" Xia Mo asked worriedly.
Xia Guohui nodded slightly, "Yeah."
"Dad, it's okay, you will get better slowly." Xia Mo sat next to Xia Guohui and comforted him.
Xia Guohui patted the back of her hand to express comfort, then looked at Yang Zimei curiously and asked, "Classmate Yang, how did you find out about me?"
"Uncle Xia, your appearance is dim, your face is cloudy, and your eyes are dark. This means that your fortune has been very bad recently, and you have been blocked everywhere, and you may even turn your back on your husband."
"Yang Zimei, how can you say that? My parents are in a good relationship, how could they turn away from each other? Really, I find you are so weird, why do you look like a magician?" Xia Mo shouted.
The expression on Xia Guohui's face was stagnant. Although his wife's recent behavior may look the same to outsiders, as a couple of twenty years, he knows best that she has been wearing pink flowers recently and pays great attention to dressing up, which is very unusual.
Husband and wife have been in love for twenty years. They have survived the most poverty together, and they have built their current career together. He cherishes and loves her very much, so he refuses to admit this idea from the bottom of his heart, feeling that he is being sensitive and suspicious.
Now, when Yang Zimei said this, he felt uneasy again, and he found that her pair of dark eyes seemed to be able to see through everything about people.
