The fortune-teller somehow had already snuck into the house, discovered by the villagers for accepting money to cause trouble, she naturally had no face left to face them.
Xiaofeng glanced at the fortune-teller’s grandson who, despite being loosely dressed, had a pair of bright eyes. She took out three White Rabbit candies from her pocket, squatted down and offered them to the little boy, "Little friend, you will surely be a very righteous person when you grow up, sister really admires you."
If it weren’t for him taking out the fortune-teller’s money, everyone’s belief in her words would still be wavering.
"I didn’t do it for you," the little boy didn’t reach out his hand, "I think what Brother Youqian said is right, if someone can lead the villagers to wealth, my grandma shouldn’t stop them."
Even though he was only eight or nine years old, he understood how poor the village was.
"Jiabao, you’re right. This sister will certainly be able to lead everyone to wealth," Zhao Youqian said with confidence.
What followed was naturally a lot smoother; the villagers went over the scale, boarded the vehicle, and then were taken away.
It was the first time the villagers had encountered such an affluent boss, and they were overjoyed.
As for Zhao Tiansheng, he had always wanted to find a way to get hold of the money in Zhao Xiaocao’s hands, but when Zhao Youqian arrived at their house, he said to her mother, "Mom, keep the money with me for now, I’m afraid it isn’t safe with you."
Zhao Xiaocao understood clearly what her son was guarding against and nodded, "Alright, keep it safe, you also need to consider finding a wife."
The son was not young anymore; it was time to think about finding a wife.
Zhao Tiansheng, listening to the conversation between mother and daughter, was infuriated, with his face puffing up; it seemed he hadn’t been thought of at all for even a penny upon his return.
How did he raise such a penny-pincher.
The big truck headed towards the Chengbei factory, and Xiaofeng returned to the Gu Family home.
Xiaofeng told Gu Yecheng what had happened in the village; Gu Yecheng quickly associated it with the black hand behind the last kidnapping of Xiaofeng and her two children.
"But I really can’t see what the purpose of them coming here today is," Xiaofeng was curious, not understanding what the other party wanted to do.
"To prevent you from doing business with the villagers or to stop the villagers from trusting you, have you encountered a rival? The other party doesn’t want to see you well, so they’ve played this trick behind the scenes," it all seemed like the work of a business competitor.
"It seems like there aren’t any," Xiaofeng thought for a moment, "The factory in Chengbei was started by our three families together; anyone with a bit of inside knowledge certainly wouldn’t dare trouble us."
"I asked the guys from last time, they said it was a woman."
Xiaofeng frowned, "A woman?"
Perhaps, she should have known who it was.
Xiaofeng sat in Lange Yuntian Club, waiting for Lan Shuixian to arrive.
Lan Shuixian pushed open the door, saw Xiaofeng sitting inside, and smiled lightly, "You’re here."
Xiaofeng smiled back faintly.
Lan Shuixian lit up a cigarette and puffed away for a while before speaking, "I’m used to smoking, if I don’t, I feel uncomfortable all over."
In her past life, she too had made a living in a club; smoking was a trivial matter for her.
Xiaofeng looked at her, her gaze steady, almost as though she was seeing right through her, "Do you think my existence is blocking your way to wealth?"
Lan Shuixian’s lips curled, her face shrouded in smoke, appearing both hidden and revealed, "I’ve never thought that; could it be that you ran into some trouble recently and are suspecting me?"
Having lived this life for the second time, Lan Shuixian only wanted to live well for herself, as for those uncertainties, she really didn’t want to encounter them.