Rebirth of the Golden Chaebol

Chapter 12 Li Xinghe’s plan

"Yeah! Why are you so nervous again?"

Zhao Gang's weird appearance made his wife worried. Could it be that his head was smashed?

"Exactly three days from that day?"

"What day?"

Zhao Gang's hands were shaking with excitement, and he was rummaging for something while muttering in a low voice.

"Indeed, three days, no more, no less, look up..."

"What are you looking for?" My wife panicked.

"cell phone!"

"here."

When his wife took out her mobile phone from the drawer, Zhao Gang grabbed it, rummaged through it and dialed Li Kangming's number.

"Lao Li, can you tell me your son's phone number?"

When a call came, Zhao Gang hurriedly dialed it.

"Hello, Mr. Li, I am Zhao Gang!"

Zhao Gang's attitude was extremely polite, completely different from his previous arrogant and domineering attitude.

"Mr. Zhao, how are you lately? Do you look up often?"

This sentence immediately hit Zhao Gang's pain point, and he said: "Um...Mr. Li, I wonder if you have time? Can you come to Qingbei People's Hospital?"

"Uh...it seems that Mr. Zhao didn't take what I said to heart."

Okay! Another hard punch! Zhao Gang was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

"Mr. Li, for the sake of me taking care of your dad for many years..."

"Well, I'll be there right away."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Li, I'll wait for you."

After happily hanging up the phone, my wife looked confused, wondering what Zhao Gang was doing again.

"Honey, I met a fortune teller who is more powerful than our father." Zhao Gang said mysteriously.

My wife was speechless, "Dad, is he also called a god? It's obviously a big scam. Others don't know it. Don't you know better?"

"It's a skill to be able to fool someone. What does a woman know? Forget it, I won't tell you anymore, just playing the piano to a cow!"

Li Xinghe took a taxi to Qingbei People's Hospital. Xiao Jiujiu knew what Zhao Gang was thinking. The reason why he went was because he needed Zhao Gang's help for something.

When he arrived at the ward, Zhao Gang, who originally felt uncomfortable even if he moved, actually got out of bed to greet him, leaving his wife speechless.

"Mr. Li, sit down quickly."

Li Xinghe looked at the tightly bandaged head, "Oh! Mr. Zhao, is this... okay?"

"It's okay." Zhao Gang smiled awkwardly and gave a thumbs up: "Mr. Li is really a god!"

"Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary person."

"No, no, Mr. Li is too humble." Zhao Gang said excitedly: "Mr. Li, I'm curious, how did you know that I would be hit on the head by a flower pot?"

"It turns out it was a flower pot that hit you!"

In fact, what Li Xinghe knew was not very specific. He only vaguely remembered that Zhao Gang was hit on the head by a falling object from a height and was hospitalized for many days.

"Uh..." Zhao Gang looked depressed and said: "It's not important, it's not important, it's just a small detail. Mr. Li, can you help me clarify my doubts?"

"I once met an expert who taught me some Zhouyi Bagua techniques. I deduced Mr. Zhao's difficulty."

"Ouch! No wonder! Mr. Li is really a master!" Zhao Gang's hands were shaking with excitement, "Then... Mr. Li, can you help me with your fortune telling? It can be anything in career or life."

"As far as I know, Mr. Zhao's father is an expert fortune teller. What? Do you still need me to do the fortune telling?"

"Haha..." Zhao Gang was embarrassed, "My dad's fortune-telling skills are not as good as Mr. Li's. He didn't predict that I would be in this kind of disaster."

Li Xinghe secretly laughed in his heart, how could a charlatan who was later caught compare to him, a half-immortal who had experienced a lifetime?

"Okay! Since Mr. Zhao requested it, I will do the math for you."

Li Xinghe pretended to count with his fingers, "Mr. Zhao, I calculated that you are still in danger!"

"What?"

Zhao Gang suddenly became nervous, "Mr. Li, tell me, I will definitely listen to you this time."

"This is leaking secrets, and I will suffer backlash."

Zhao Gang suddenly realized and hurriedly took out a bank card, "Here! There is one hundred thousand in it! Is it enough? If it's not enough, I'll make more money."

"Mr. Zhao, you used to take care of my father. Isn't it hurtful to ask for money?" Li Xinghe pushed the card back and said with a smile: "But I really need Mr. Zhao's help with something. If it is done, I will definitely help Mr. Zhao."

This disaster has been solved."

"Okay! I'll help."

"This matter requires Mr. Zhao's father to come forward, is that okay?"

"No problem, my dad listens to me."

"Okay, it's like this..."

Just after he finished explaining to Zhao Gang, Li Xinghe's cell phone rang. It was Ma Yong calling.

"Xinghe, I found the person you asked me to find."

"Where?"

“Qingbei Snack Street.”

After leaving the hospital, Li Xinghe took a taxi to the snack street and found Ma Yong who was eating fried skewers in front of a stall.

"Did you eat it?" Li Xinghe took a bunch with a smile and ate it with relish.

The owner of the fried skewers stall is a young man in his early twenties. At noon, as soon as he set up his stall, customers started to come in, ordering dozens of skewers. The boss, who was very happy, kept making fried skewers.

"Are you Wen Bing?" Li Xinghe came to the stall and asked.

"How do you know my name?"

Wen Bing looked surprised. This person was very unfamiliar and he must have been here for the first time.

"My friend said your fried skewers are delicious and recommended me to come."

"Oh." Wen Bing was very happy, "Since it is recommended by an old customer, I will give you a few more skewers later."

"Thank you." Li Xinghe smiled and said tentatively: "Boss Wen's fried skewers are delicious, business must be very good, right?"

"Yeah, it's okay at noon. There are a lot of people at night, and you earn hard-earned money. It's full of oil smoke, wind and sun all day long."

"Haven't you ever thought about setting up a store?"

Wen Bing smiled bitterly, "Brother, you don't know how much the rent for a store here is, do you? I've only been working for a few months, and I haven't saved that much money to build a store. Besides, decoration and other things also cost money, at least one hundred thousand.

.”

Li Xinghe couldn't help feeling that the housing prices in 2010 had not yet fully taken off. In Qingbei, the snack street with the largest passenger flow, the annual rent for a store of dozens of square meters was only 30,000 to 50,000 yuan, and an additional 100,000 yuan for decoration could be completed.

If this comes to 2020, it will be impossible to do it without a few hundred thousand.

"Haven't you ever thought about finding someone to invest?"

"Who would invest in this small stall of mine?" Wen Bing said with a smile: "I didn't have any confidence when I first started doing it. Now that my income is relatively stable, I continue to do it. It's even more impossible to invest! Even my friends

Don’t expect me to do this.”

"Not always……"

"Boss, here are ten fried skewers!"

Before he finished speaking, a customer came to the door. Li Xinghe glanced at it subconsciously and turned around quickly to walk away.

"Li Xinghe!"

Hu Xiaxuan rushed forward angrily, "Why is it you again? And you said you didn't follow me? You followed me when I went shopping with my best friend. Li Xinghe, are you a pervert?"

Li Xinghe rolled his eyes and walked away, squatting on the roadside with Ma Yong and continuing to eat fried skewers.

"Humph! Damn you poor guy!" Hu Xiaxuan cursed, "The rich woman didn't hook up with you, and the beautiful daughter won't pay attention to you, right? How can a poor guy like you like you? You don't deserve to eat this kind of junk food!

"

"Hey, beauty, what are you talking about?" Wen Bing was unhappy, "The ingredients and oil I use are clean and hygienic, no different from what I make at home."

"Tch! What's the point of being proud of a stinky fried skewers? It's your honor that I like to eat them. Hurry up and fry them!"

"I can't blow it up now! I want to wait in line!" Wen Bing lost his temper and made Hu Xiaxuan speechless. Li Xinghe was very happy when he heard this. It seems that this Wen Bing has quite a personality.