The Identity of the Real Rich Man Can’t Be Hidden

   Chapter 52 Breaking Faith

   He was silent, then quickly pushed the wheelchair over and said, "Little girl, your tone is not small, you can't talk nonsense, you have to be responsible."

   "I didn't talk nonsense, I am willing to take full responsibility for what I said." An Yan told him indifferently.

   heard him say again: "The fortune teller told me that I will be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life, and I have no chance to stand up at all. I have also looked for many doctors, but all of them are useless."

   "Our fate is calculated by calculation, shouldn't it be created by ourselves, I don't believe in fortune-telling, I only believe in myself." An Yan told him calmly.

  Although she is still a very young girl, the confidence she has shown and the aura of not being frightened by honor and shame are not seen by many people. The old man thinks that he has read countless people, but this is the first time he has met such a person.

  An Yan said: "Originally, I could not come, but I came here because of your kindness to my father, otherwise you may not be able to invite me."

   "Your father?" The old man was a little puzzled.

"He used to set up a stall outside and work very hard. He told me that there was an old man in a wheelchair who always bought the last thing for him. There was a wooden carved yellow bird on the man's wheelchair. , is exactly the same as yours."

  The old man really had no impression. He didn't expect such a story.

  An Yan said again: "I can cure your legs, and I can make you feel right away, do you want to try?"

   "If that's the case, then I'll have to doubt my beliefs." His eyes flashed with hope.

  An Yan walked to the coffee table, and she took out the gold needle.

   heard the old man say: "Tianmen Eighteen is invalid against me."

   "It's the thirty-six needles of Tianmen, that's too low-level." An Yan said as she lifted the blanket on the old man's leg, and then began to puncture his leg.

   Five minutes passed.

  The old man suddenly exclaimed with joy: "I feel hot."

   "That's the relationship between the blood vessels starting to flow." An Yan told him, and then said to him, "Your legs can't be rushed for a while, they have to be repaired slowly, and it will take a while."

   "How did you do it, why can't other people do it, but you can."

   "So, are you starting to doubt the fortune teller's words now?" An Yan asked him.

   He did not speak.

   But An Yan knew that he had to shake, because his legs that had been numb for so many years finally felt sensible, and he also began to believe that he could stand up again. He said, "I take back what I just said."

   "Of course you have to take it back, otherwise who will help you heal your legs." An Yan smiled.

   "As long as you can heal my leg, I can agree to all your requests, as long as I can." His tone has become humble, not as aggressive as he was at the beginning.

   "Why are you driving me away?" An Yan was still a little curious.

   "Oh, it's also because of the relationship with the fortune teller that I have lingering fears."

   "How tired you are, you always listen to the fortune teller." An Yan felt some sympathy for him, thinking that after half his life, he was actually bound by these things.

   "Many times, you have to trust your fate, don't you?"

   "People, you still believe in yourself the most reliable." An Yan had already put away her things, and she was about to leave.

   The old man hurriedly asked her to stay, and said, "I live here all the time, you can just come and find me here, and I want to give you some compensation."

   "Don't worry, it won't be too late to give it when you can stand up." An Yan said and then strode away, she had to go home quickly so that her family would not worry.

   She got into a taxi and saw Mrs. Li's phone number, she said, "Yan Yan, are you home?"

   "I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

   "I'm really sorry about what happened today, don't take it to heart." Mrs. Li still felt that she had to apologize.

"It's not your fault, I understand." An Yan hung up the phone after she finished speaking. She looked out the window and saw that there were all intermediaries in this row, the rest were closed, and only one was still lit. lamp, and the person working in it is a floret.

  An Yan asked the driver to stop, then got out of the car and went to look for her.

  Xiaohua was a little surprised and asked, "Why are you here, are you here to see me?"

   "Why are you still at work when everyone else is off."

   "My performance is not good, so I have to work harder." Xiaohua was a little embarrassed.

   "How many houses have you sold?" An Yan asked.

"Originally, I could sell a few sets, but I don't know why, it always failed. It turns out that those sets were contacted by my colleagues, so they are not included in my account." Xiaohua sighed, she felt that she was lucky is too bad.

   But An Yan was a little puzzled and asked, "Really, how many sets are like this?"

   "Yes." Xiaohua nodded.

  An Yan didn't say anything more about the matter, and said to her, "I want to buy a house recently. Please help me to see if there is a two-story villa with a big yard, okay?"

   "Okay, I'll help you find it right away."

   "No need now, let's go home first, it's very late."

  Xiaohua nodded and said, "That's ok, I also turned off the lights and went home."

   "I didn't see you coming to me either. Come to me if you have something to do. We can eat and go shopping together." An Yan watched her close the door.

"Okay, I remember, I'll find you after I've picked out a suitable house." Xiaohua seemed to be in a good mood, she was really happy, and finally a business was willing to take the initiative to find her, of course she I want to do my best.

  An Yan nodded, thinking that it was time to find out the most famous designers in the country. She recently checked some relevant information and heard that he would go to a place for vacation every year during this time period.

   She decided to go there to find him herself.

   But in fact, the place is very strict, the doors and walls are built so high that it is almost impossible to see anyone inside, and there are no buildings nearby, and no one lives there.

   I heard that the design of this villa has won an award. So far, many wealthy businessmen want to buy it, but unfortunately the owner does not sell it.

  An Yan rang the doorbell and saw a man who looked like a housekeeper coming to open the door, he said, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

   "I want to find the owner of this house."

   "The master is not at home."

   "I heard that he will come here for vacation at this time."

   "Where did you hear it, it's a rumor." The butler's tone was very formulaic and told her to leave quickly.

  An Yan stood not far from the house and saw that a car drove past and entered the door not long afterward. Maybe it was the owner's car, she thought she would meet him.

   It's not difficult to get over the wall, but it's not very ethical. I heard rumors that he wants to ask someone to design a wedding ring, but no one has ever met his requirements. She can approach him this way, or make a deal with him.

   (end of this chapter)