"Feng Shui Master?" Wang Hao touched his nose a bit sheepishly and laughed, "Actually, that’s not much to talk about. I was just casually browsing around at the time, who knew they would spread it all around..."
Wang Hao was being serious though. When he went with Fatty to look at the houses, he really did discuss Feng Shui with everyone and even resolved some harmful influences. It was a real deal, nothing fabricated at all.
But the problem was, when Wang Hao told lies, people tended to believe him more easily, and the more truthful he got, the less people believed him...
Sure enough, Guo Wenming was exactly this type.
"Hahahaha, Little Hao, you’re still the same as when you were in school," Guo Wenming laughed heartily as he patted Wang Hao’s shoulder. "You still haven’t kicked that habit of bragging? You, a Feng Shui Master? If you’re a Feng Shui Master, then I must be the President of the United States! We’re all old classmates here. Who doesn’t know whom? Alright, enough with the bluffing, you’re kicking up dust."
Damn it, I’m never telling the truth again! Happy now?!
Alright, fine, no more truths!
"By the way," wanting to decisively change the subject, Wang Hao asked, "I heard from my dad that you spent over eight million on this house?"
"Not that much," Guo Wenming flicked some ash, "All in all, it’s just under six million. One hundred and twenty-plus square meters, three bedrooms, two living rooms, two bathrooms."
"Pretty good!" Wang Hao gave a thumbs-up, "With that size, it must be spacious to live in. But the renovation must’ve cost a bit, right?"
"Ugh, don’t get me started. I’m fired up just thinking about it." Guo Wenming heaved a sigh, "My wife insisted that we must renovate such a big house properly. So here I am, running around for this lately. Renovations are a money burner, seriously. Not to mention anything else, just a decent toilet costs over ten thousand! My place has two bathrooms, so that item alone is over twenty thousand. And then there’s the floor tiles—what Marco Polo, what Yasully, each piece costs hundreds! Also, that TOTO bathroom stuff, just one basin costs over ten grand. That’s on the cheaper side, mind you. The home theater system I fancied, with wireless sound, just that costs over sixty thousand. It’s too much."
Wang Hao listened with his eyes wide open—He hadn’t even heard of the things Guo Wenming was mentioning!
"You clearly don’t know about these things, do you?" Guo Wenming could tell from Wang Hao’s expression that he was clueless and shook his head solemnly, "I thought so. You wouldn’t understand. Little Hao, you need to push harder. Nowadays, a house goes for a few million, and renovations for hundreds of thousands. It’s not small money. If you keep on walking your dog and wandering about aimlessly like now, be careful you can’t even afford to marry."
Am I not ambitious enough? I’m practically working myself to death...
"Your dog is a mixed breed, right?" Guo Wenming finally glanced at Little Bai that Wang Hao was holding, continuing to shake his head, "Little Hao, I’m not trying to pick on you, but when buying a dog, you must get a purebred. Look at those who have dogs nowadays, they all have French Bulldogs or English Bulldogs, costing tens of thousands each. It’s much more impressive to walk them! Your dog... is it a mix of Alaskan and Samoyed? Sigh, just not that good from the start. Anyway, eat up, I’ve got to go, still need to look at tiles."
Saying so, he got into his car, closed the window, and with a press of the accelerator, he disappeared in no time!
Wang Hao looked at the car, then at Little Bai.
"Mr. Bai," Wang Hao sniffled, "that guy said you’re a mix..."
"Arf arf arf!" Mr. Bai’s barking changed as he furiously barked towards the direction of the car, "Arf arf arf arf—!!!"
Wang Hao grabbed a pancake and took a huge bite, "Stop barking, what’s the use? No matter what breed you are, you’re our Mr. Bai. Enjoy your pancake!"
Little Bai: "Meow—" rubbing against his leg!
"This Guo Wenming," Wang Hao said as he ate and managed a smile, "hasn’t changed one bit since high school, still the same old preachy bird."
"Was that guy just now your classmate?" Zhang Li, Guo Wenming’s wife, waited until he had driven some distance and then spoke up. "From high school?"
"Didn’t he say so? From high school, although we weren’t in the same class." Guo Wenming nodded, "He was pretty good at studies back then and looked decent too—quite popular. But his performance at the college entrance exam wasn’t great, ended up at some no-name university. Just look at him now, walking a mixed breed on the street, eating street food, his level has completely plummeted."
"Less contact with that kind of person in the future," Zhang Li huffed, "You can tell he’s a small fry with no prospects. You shouldn’t have spoken so much with him today. What if he knows you’re wealthy and later comes to borrow money? Will you lend it to him or not?"
"Do I need to be told that?" Guo Wenming held the steering wheel, laughing in response, "Don’t worry, I have my limits. I’ll tell you, people like him exist just to highlight our success. Isn’t everyone afraid of comparisons? With us compared to him, it’s like heaven and earth!"
Hearing Guo Wenming speak, Zhang Li immediately chuckled, "You do know how to flatter, but you do have a point. Well, just remember, if anyone comes to borrow money, just don’t lend it! Otherwise, I won’t let it go!"