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First Pot of Gold (1)

As expected, before long, that old style cell phone in Huo WenHua's black mobile bag rang out.

(So this is what pops up for 大哥大 cell phones on google)

He took out that brick of a cell phone, connected it, and listened attentively for a bit. His complexion suddenly filled with sorrow as his body shook. Then he dropped to his knees, turned towards the East in the direction of Hong Kong and knocked his head three times on the ground while his eyes flooded with tears.

Seeing his mournful appearance, Yang ZiMei thought of her family's decimation in the previous life. The grief intensely pulled at her heart as she couldn't bear it and tears streamed out as well.

"Sweetie, why are you crying?"

Yang He asked as he thought her sudden tears, strange.

Yang ZiMei wiped at her tears, "Seeing Mr. Huo's sadness from losing his father, I couldn't hold back my tears."

"Mr. Huo? How did you know he was Mr. Huo? You recognize him?" Yang He asked, thinking it very odd.

His volume was quite loud, even Hua ShaoGuang and the grieving Huo WenHua heard him.

Huo WenHua got off the ground, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and was looking at Yang ZiMei with uncertainty.

When he came here, he had never revealed his status, and there wouldn't be anyone who could've known his father just pa.s.sed away.

How would that little girl know?

He doubtfully looked at Yang ZiMei but discovered this little girl was very unlike others. Her distinct eyes contained a maturity and sympathy unfit for her age as if she's seen the vicissitudes of the world. And that crimson mole on her glabella gave her small face a certain splendor. Her skin was fair and clear like jade, even giving off a soft glow.

(Eh, close enough. BTW, I don't know what drama that's from either.)

In these tens of years, he's seen many kinds of people but never one like this child.

"Little girl, come over here." He beckons towards Yang ZiMei.

Yang ZiMei went over and raised her head to look at Huo WenHua. Using a childish voice, she said: "Mr. Huo, hi, did you call me for something?"

"Little girl, how did you know I'm surnamed Huo?" Seeing that this little girl was different than usual rural village girls, lacking in shyness towards strangers, Huo WenHua thought it was even more abnormal.

"Got it through divination." Yang ZiMei coolly said with a smile.

Yang He said from the side, "Don't underestimate sweetie's young age, she's the disciple of the revered priest from the mountain. Her fortunes are accurate."

"Oh? This young and studying the metaphysics? That's really quite rare." Huo WenHua turned to inquire the nearby Hua ShaoGuang, "Master Hua, is it a very difficult matter to calculate out a person's surname?"

Hua ShaoGuang took a glance at Yang ZiMei.

Yang ZiMei gave him a very strange feeling but he absolutely doesn't believe a little girl could truly grasp the teachings of metaphysics, let alone the ability to divine a stranger's surname. Even he's not able to, so without thinking anymore, he said, "I a.s.sume she's seen you on TV before."

The Huo WenHua of 1992 did not have a great amount of wealth yet. He only had about 30 million so the opportunity to be featured on TV was extremely little. There's no way he'd be recognized by such a little girl.

However, out of respect for Hua ShaoGuang, he didn't comment on that and continued to ask: "Then can you figure out my other information?"

Yang ZiMei nodded, "Mr. Huo came from Hong Kong to seek a proper feng shui burial ground for your late father."

Hearing her words thoroughly shocked Huo WenHua.

Indeed, he had brought Hua ShaoGuang there to seek land with good feng shui. It was his father's desire to rest in peace in his hometown.

When they were pa.s.sing by Yang village, they unexpected discovered that old Phoebe zhennan which was the best material for a coffin. So they made a stop to purchase this zhennan.

*I made some corrections to the prev chap 21: there was no big brother on the phone. If you want to read more about it, it’s in the announcements

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