Chapter 22 [008] The First Pot of Gold (1)

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Sure enough, after a while, the eldest brother in Huo Wenhua's black handbag rang loudly.

He took out the big brother the size of a brick, connected it, and listened carefully. His face suddenly became sad, his body trembled, he knelt on the ground with a thud, and kowtowed three times towards the east where Hong Kong is located, his eyes were full of tears.

Seeing his grief, Yang Zimei thought of her family's ruin in the last life, and she felt very sad in her heart, and couldn't help crying.

"Niuniu, why are you crying?"

Seeing the sudden tears, Yang He asked strangely.

Yang Zimei reached out and wiped away her tears, "Seeing this Mr. Huo sad because of the loss of his father, I couldn't hold back my tears."

"Mr. Huo? How do you know he is Mr. Huo? Do you know him?" Yang He asked strangely.

His voice was so loud that both Hua Shaoguang and Huo Wenhua, who was in grief, heard it.

Huo Wenhua got up from the ground, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at Yang Zimei suspiciously.

When he came here, he never revealed his identity, and no one knew that his father had just passed away.

How did this girl know?

He looked at Yang Zimei suspiciously, and found that this girl was very different. Those black and white pupils had maturity and compassion that was not commensurate with her age, as if they had seen all the vicissitudes of the world, and there was a little red between her eyebrows. The cinnabar mole made her small face glow, and the skin of her whole body was as white as jade, even with a slight glow.

In the past few decades, he has seen many people, but he has never seen such a child.

"Little girl, come here!" He waved to Yang Zimei.

Yang Zimei walked over, looked up at Huo Wenhua slightly, and said to him in a childish voice, "Mr. Huo, hello, can you call me something?"

"Little girl, how do you know my surname is Huo?" Huo Wenhua was even more strange seeing that this little girl was different from ordinary rural children, without any timidity.

"I figured it out." Yang Zimei said with a faint smile.

Yang He said to the side, "Don't look at Niuniu's young age, she is the disciple of the old immortal on the mountain, so the fortune-telling is accurate."

"Oh? Learning easy learning at such a young age? It's really rare." Huo Wenhua turned to ask Hua Shaoguang, "Master Hua, is it difficult to calculate a person's surname?"

Hua Shaoguang glanced at Yang Zimei.

Yang Zimei also gave him a very strange feeling, but he absolutely did not believe that a little girl could master real metaphysics, and it was even more impossible to calculate a stranger's surname, even he couldn't, so he said with disapproval, " I guess she just saw you on TV."

In 1992, Huo Wenhua's fortune was not big enough, only 30 million yuan. He had very few opportunities to be on TV, and it was impossible for such a small girl to recognize him.

However, out of respect for Hua Shaoguang, he didn't say much, but continued to ask: "Then can you figure out any other information about me?"

Yang Zimei nodded slightly, "Mr. Huo is from Hong Kong and is looking for a feng shui place to bury his dead father."

Hearing her words, Huo Wenhua was completely shocked.

He brought Hua Shaoguang here because he really wanted to find a feng shui treasure in his hometown and fulfill his father's wish to return to the roots.

When passing by Yangcun, I found that there is an old golden nanmu, which is the best material for making coffins, so I stopped and wanted to buy the nanmu.

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