Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 123: Don’t Talk to the Old Rascal_1

Throughout the trip, Yun Shi Yu didn’t speak a word, just propped her cheek and looked out the window, making Xiao Ming worry that she had become a melancholic Lin Daiyu.

However, to avoid any trouble, he didn’t ask anything either.

As soon as the car arrived in front of Qingfeng Tea House, Zhou Qingyuan, like a little girl, hopped forward and swung open the door. Seeing a shapely leg in high heels stepping out, her smile froze on her face.

"Why is it you?"

Yun Shi Yu glanced at her coldly and said, "Thank you! Do you want a tip?"

"Get back in there!" Zhou Qingyuan was angry, "I was here to open the door for Xiao Ming."

Yun Shi Yu chuckled and walked to the rear of the car, waiting for Xiao Ming to come over from the other side. She naturally took his arm.

Zhou Qingyuan’s expression darkened—not with Yun Shi Yu’s coldness, but like the dangerous signs before an impending storm.

Xiao Ming began to have a headache out of habit and said helplessly to Yun Shi Yu, "Here I was, worried you’d turn into Lin Daiyu, and I was so foolish."

Yun Shi Yu’s eyebrows lifted slightly, "I appreciate the concern, thank you!"

"That’s why I say I was truly foolish."

He withdrew his arm from her embrace and flicked Zhou Qingyuan on the forehead as she came up to him again, then strode into the tea house alone.

The two girls of similar age glanced at each other behind him, snorted in unison, and turned their faces away.

Qingfeng Tea House was built beside the river, where pushing open a window would reveal drooping willows and vast river waves, much to the liking of tea enthusiasts in Longyin.

To be precise, wealthy tea enthusiasts.

After all, this place was also where businessmen conducted their dealings—where the fragrance of tea mingled with the smell of money, complementing each other.

Following the waiter to a private room on the third floor, they could hear Duan Hongqing’s booming voice discussing the stock market situation of the day before they even pushed the door open, turning the tea house into a mere tea shop, stripping it of all elegance.

Of course, Xiao Ming didn’t find anything improper; in fact, he thought it nice that the old man was so genuine.

"Finally, you arrived. I thought you were too stubborn to admit defeat and had run away!"

As soon as Xiao Ming entered, Duan Hongqing waved at him non-stop, "Come, come, the computer is all ready for you. I want to see whether the son I taught personally is better, or your natural talent is more powerful!"

Xiao Ming couldn’t help but smile wryly, "Old man, why do I feel like you are taking advantage of me?"

Zhou Jicang laughed heartily, "Exactly! That’s Sir Duan’s favorite trick. Whenever he knows he’s going to lose, he tries to gain the upper hand with his words, merely to comfort himself.

Don’t mind him, come here, let me introduce you—this is Fang Muye, Old Mr. Fang, a renowned name in traditional Chinese medicine in the province. Why don’t you hurry over and curry favor?

This is a person who can literally save lives, you know."

Xiao Ming had already noticed the old man sitting beside Duan Hongqing.

He appeared to be of similar age to Sir Zhou and Sir Duan but had a head of white hair and was dressed in a gray, buttoned linen shirt, sitting cross-legged on a cushion with a straight back and a noble demeanor, like a reclusive expert.

Xiao Ming was a little worried—what if the old gentleman opened his mouth to say he had made a decision "contrary to his ancestors"? Should he punch him? Left eye or right eye?

While his mind was spinning with disrespectful thoughts, his actions were completely proper as he bowed and saluted.

"I have long heard of Old Mr. Fang’s great reputation—miraculous in healing the sick and reviving the dying, and Muye Hall has been among the top ten medical establishments for many years.

I am Xiao Ming, and thanks to Sir Duan and Sir Zhou, I have the honor to meet Old Mr. Fang today. I couldn’t be more delighted!"

Fang Muye gave him a brief glance and said, "Young friend, you are too kind," and then said no more, evidently priding himself on his status and not as approachable as Sir Duan and Sir Zhou.

Xiao Ming couldn’t feel displeased—after all, he had been reborn and was now considered a junior.

Moreover, Fang Muye wasn’t one of those "old Chinese doctors" from TV commercials; he was a true master of medicine, someone who had the stature to take a seat among various officials and nobles.

"Enough, cut the crap," Duan Hongqing said impatiently. "Kid, do you have a problem with your kidneys? If you do, let Old Mr. Fang take a look; if not, hurry up and come compare the results."

Xiao Ming was speechless.

What a question to ask, especially in front of so many people, and with two young ladies tagging along behind him - admitting to it is embarrassing; denying it, who would believe?

Ten men, nine lies—ah!

It was intentional! Sir Duan must have done it on purpose.

The crafty old man was indeed very bad.

Ignoring Duan Hongqing’s words, Xiao Ming went straight to the empty cushion between him and Zhou Jicang and sat down; the Tea Doctor, performing tea art in the corner, quickly brought over four cups of tea.

After drinking the tea, Duan Hongqing spoke again, "Xiao Ming, we agreed to compare three stocks, and you chose eighteen, that’s blatant cheating!"

"How is that cheating?" Zhou Jicang immediately spoke up for Xiao Ming, "You didn’t specify that only three could be chosen. Xiao Ming knew to cast a wide net, which is smart.

In the business world, it’s all about using every trick in the book within the rules. You, old fellow, surely understand that, don’t you?

If you want to renege, just say it straight, don’t look for such a sore loser’s excuse."

Duan Hongqing’s old face couldn’t quite hold up, but he understood that Zhou Jicang was correct - "what isn’t forbidden is allowed." Why did he forget to set a limit last night?

"Only a scoundrel would renege. Do you think everyone’s shameless like you?"

After retorting to Zhou Jicang, Duan Hongqing looked over at Xiao Ming, "Kid, to be honest, I’m quite impressed with you, and your choice to cast a wide net has indeed proven you’re smart.

But when it comes to business, as well as life, cutting corners might be a shortcut but rarely lasts long. Even if you’re talented enough to solve all problems, in the end, you’ll become lonely and isolated.

Do you get it?"

"The kid gets it, thanks for the advice, Sir Duan!"

Xiao Ming bowed his head in all seriousness, then said, "However, you and Sir Zhou both misunderstood. The reason I chose to buy those eighteen stocks is because I’m optimistic about them.

Since I’ve gone through the trouble of opening a trading account, might as well make some money while I’m at it, that’s all – there was no intention to cast a wide net."

"What? You’ve just opened a stock trading account?" Zhou Jicang said, surprised.

Xiao Ming nodded, "This morning."

"And then you invested ten million and earned over forty million in half a day?"

Xiao Ming still nodded.

Zhou Jicang took a sharp breath and said to Duan Hongqing, "Old Duan, is there any need to continue the competition? Just the result of his first venture into the market, let’s not even mention your second son, I’m less impressive by comparison. Can you honestly say you could win?"

Duan Hongqing’s face twitched violently, and he waved his hand, "I don’t care how impressive he is for the first time!

We agreed to compare three stocks, so we’re only comparing the results of those three, nothing else counts!"

Zhou Jicang shook his head in disbelief, with a look that said "I’m not talking to an unreasonable old man."

"Kid," Duan Hongqing looked at Xiao Ming again, "explain clearly what you mean by ’no intention to cast a wide net.’ Could it be that the stocks you want to use for the comparison are not among those eighteen?"

Xiao Ming spread his hands, "I only bought eighteen in total, so of course it’s among them..."

"Damn! Are you playing me?"

Duan Hongqing slapped the tea table hard, "Kid, there’s no father-son relationship in gambling; whether you or I win today, it won’t affect our relationship.

But if you’re playing me like a fool, that’s a different matter altogether!"