At this moment, Yuan Zhigu truly admired Han Yu.
He had always enjoyed antiques and calligraphy and was very fond of Feng Shui Mysticism, which was why he joined groups frequently and was deceived by impostors like Ye Siming.
In fact, as soon as he saw the workers unearth the iron box from the ground, Yuan Zhigu realized he had been wrong. Mr. Han was not a good-for-nothing like Ye Siming; he actually had real skills.
Now that his father had received several calls with good news, Yuan Zhigu was even more sincerely impressed with Han Yu.
Noticing the change in Yuan Zhigu's attitude, Han Yu nodded slightly and accepted the respect gracefully.
Han Yu couldn't help but feel some resentment earlier when Yuan Zhigu, looking at his young age, had spoken quite excessively.
"Mr. Han, what's your bank card number? I'll have finance transfer the money to you right now!"
