"One hundred million US dollars?" Wen Yufei gasped in astonishment, "Is it really that exaggerated?"
"Yes, the 'Seven Stars Sky-reaching Array' is the crystallization of our Xia Country's ancient architectural techniques, and it also incorporates Feng Shui. When I studied architecture abroad, I saw someone take a construction map of the 'Seven Stars Sky-reaching Array' to an auction house, and that was the price they called."
Wen Yishan said with certainty, "Later, the auction house determined it was fake and did not accept it. If this were the real deal... Miss Third, tell me who that person is quick, I need to find him!"
"Alright, I'll send you the contact," Yufei hung up the phone and casually sent Yang Yu's mobile number to Wen Yishan, "This kid, is he really that impressive?"
On his way back, Yang Yu reported the situation here to Shen Silin.
When Shen Silin heard that Yang Yu had earned a villa from Wen Yufei, she was not angry at all, but actually very pleased, "Not bad, not bad, you didn't let your boss down."
Yang Yu was about to say something when he suddenly noticed two bodyguards standing at the entrance to his rented house, and his expression instantly turned stern, "Mr. Shen, it seems like someone is here to cause trouble, so let's talk later."
Yang Yu walked straight up to the two bodyguards, watching them warily, "Who are you? Why are you standing at my door?"
"So it's Mr. Yang." The two bodyguards were very polite and casually opened the door, "Please come in."
Yang Yu walked into the house and noticed that Zhou Haoqiang was gone, so he turned his attention to the man sitting on a stool inside, "Where's Ah Qiang?"
The man, in his thirties with a square face and ordinary appearance, belonged to the type of face that blends in with the crowd.
However, Yang Yu could feel that the man was full of vigor and there was a hint of murderous intent about him; he had certainly taken lives!
"Mr. Zhou's limbs were broken, so I had my men take him to the hospital," the man stood up from his stool, looking calmly at Yang Yu, "I've heard that Mr. Yang is skilled in medical divination. How about Mr. Yang calculate my fate for me?"
"Can do," Yang Yu agreed promptly, "But you have to pay first, one hundred thousand."
The man: "........."
After the man paid one hundred thousand, Yang Yu then began, "You lost your father when you were young and come from a single-parent family. Judging by your facial features and your constitution, you should also have a sister. You are fated to bring harm to your wife, and the women you've been involved with have not met good ends. Therefore, you have no offspring to this day..."
Bang!
The man couldn't help but slam his palm on the table, shattering Yang Yu's dining table and causing Yang Yu much distress, "That table cost me and Ah Qiang thirty dollars, you're paying for it!"
Only then did the man realize his own loss of composure and quickly apologized, "Brother Yang is truly impressive. I, Wu Jing, am in awe."
While speaking, the man took out two pieces of paper.
Yang Yu took one of the papers, tore it up straightaway, and handed the other piece back to the man, "I just want my own IOU back; I don't want this check."
The man hurriedly said, "Brother Yang, this check is a token of my gratitude for you saving my sister. Let me introduce myself, my name is Wu Jing."
"No need, I received her money yesterday. Also, either call me Mr. Yang or by my name, Yang Yu. I'm not that familiar with you."
Yang Yu looked at Wu Jing with unmistakable disgust, "The people I despise most are blood-sucking loan sharks like you."
"Ha ha..." Wu Jing laughed heartily, "Brother Yang is truly straightforward. I'm liking you more and more. Things in this world aren't always black or white, Brother Yang, don't take it too personally. Who knows, maybe one day we'll have an opportunity to help each other?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Yang Yu didn't give Wu Jing a warm reception, "For now, Mr. Wu, you can leave. Also, whatever Ah Qiang's medical expenses are, I'll repay you."
"No need, I am not so desperate that I would use this little money to make Brother Yang owe me a favor," Wu Jing said with a smile, "Since Brother Yang doesn't like me, then I'll take my leave, and thank you once again for saving my sister…"
"Seeing as you are being so polite to me, I'll offer you a piece of advice," Yang Yu said, "You are fated to die a violent death. If you want to live a few more years, stop doing things that defy heaven and harm nature, starting now."
Yang Yu advised Wu Jing not so much because he truly wanted Wu Jing to live longer, but because he didn't want Wu Jing to continue doing evil deeds.
The Mystical Techniques in "Yin Yang Nine Mysterious Scripture" place great emphasis on merits, which is commonly referred to as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.
Preventing a bad person from doing bad things is also part of accumulating merit.
Accumulate enough merit, and one naturally benefits.
"Thank you, Brother Yang, but I'm afraid it's too late for me to turn back," Wu Jing said with a faint smile, "Everyone dies eventually, it's just a matter of sooner or later. Whether or not it's a violent death, to me, is not important. What matters is that I enjoy myself while I'm alive. Brother Yang, farewell."
After Wu Jing left, Yang Yu shook his head helplessly and muttered to himself, "As expected, it's not so easy to persuade an evildoer. Well, I'd better eat something and then go to the pharmacy to prepare the Black Jade Healing Ointment!"
Having prepared the Black Jade Healing Ointment, Yang Yu immediately went to the orthopedic ward of Tianhai Third Renmin Hospital.
Zhou Haoqiang's injuries were much better, but his spirits were still downcast.
Seeing Yang Yu arrive, Zhou Haoqiang's eyes suddenly brightened, "Ah Yu, you finally came! Who was that guy who came to see you this morning? He looked like he's loaded."
Yang Yu frowned slightly, "Ah Qiang, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking, if you know him, I want to hang out with him!" Zhou Haoqiang's eyes shone with a fierce light, "I want to be as glorious as him, driving Rolls-Royces, surrounded by bodyguards, respected by everyone!"
Seeing his roommate in such a state, Zhou Haoqiang quickly tried to persuade him, "Wu Jing makes a living off high-interest loans, earning money that's tainted…"
"So what?" Zhou Haoqiang looked earnestly at Yang Yu, "Ah Yu, we work honestly, but what's the result? Not only can we never get ahead, but others can play around with your fiancée and laugh at you for being worse than a dog! If every person who earns tainted money meets a bad end, at least half the people in the world would be dead!"
"Ah Qiang!" Yang Yu quickly tried to dispel Zhou Haoqiang's terrible idea, "If you trust your brother, from now on, follow me. I can assure you, in less than three years, I will make sure you're not doing worse than Wu Jing!"
Looking at Yang Yu's serious face, Zhou Haoqiang hesitated for a moment, but eventually nodded, "Fine."
Although Zhou Haoqiang didn't know where Yang Yu's confidence came from, he realized that Yang Yu had changed somehow.
Before today, Yang Yu had a very calm demeanor and his tone of speech was unremarkable.
But today, he actually saw something called ambition in Yang Yu's eyes, and even his tone of speech had become different.
Relieved that he had finally dispelled Zhou Haoqiang's idea of mixing with Wu Jing, Yang Yu took a breath, "I've made an ointment for you, apply it and you'll heal faster."
"Since when did you learn to make ointments?" Zhou Haoqiang looked at the black, pungent-smelling healing salve with disdain, "Are you sure this ointment works?"
"Don't worry, would I harm you?" Yang Yu was about to change Zhou Haoqiang's dressing when a lively young nurse walked in and sternly interjected, "This is a hospital, you are not allowed to administer medication to patients privately!"