Chapter 117: The Two Wicked Descendants of Liu, the Imperial Uncle
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Chai Jin had been exceptionally busy lately, and with Feng Haodong away on another business trip, the matter concerning the land had been put on hold.
As a result, Chai Jin had not contacted Chen Ni either.
Chen Ni had always felt that there was something strange about Chai Jin. She was especially curious about what he was doing, which was why she had asked.
Old Huang smiled. “We don’t really know the details ourselves.”
“He hasn’t contacted you during this time either?”
Chen Ni nodded. “Not a word.”
Just then, a minibus stopped outside.
The three men began loading things into it.
Liu Shan climbed aboard with bags of all sizes. “We’ll have to talk to Brother Jin about this later. He can’t go on like this.”
“Old Huang, hurry up. Boss Fang is waiting for us over there.”
Old Huang and Su Wenbin quickened their pace considerably.
Before long, the vehicle drove away.
Standing at the entrance of the labor agency, Chen Ni suddenly felt terribly dejected.
She had an inexplicable sense of emptiness.
Perhaps this was the sorrow of being born into a wealthy family. It was rare to find anyone around her with whom she could truly speak.
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Old Huang and the others went straight to a guesthouse in Futian District, Shenzhen.
Fang Yi had been waiting there for them for quite some time.
As soon as they arrived, Fang Yi gave them a task: help solicit buyers for subscription certificates and exchange them for cash.
As for where the exchange would take place, they would receive further instructions later. They were also required to keep everything confidential.
Once the job was completed, there would be a substantial bonus on top of everything else.
Old Huang was so excited that he let out a series of ecstatic cries.
The referral fees alone were already quite lucrative, and now they were being promised an additional bonus. How could he not be thrilled?
Still, toward the end of their conversation, Old Huang could not help asking, “Boss Fang, you and Chai Jin are pretty close. Why didn’t you ask him to come sell them with us?”
“You can’t leave him out of something this profitable.”
His words echoed what the other two men had been thinking.
They also made Fang Yi take another look at the three of them.
They did not forget an old friend when there was money to be made. Brother Jin’s judgment of character really was impeccable.
Although Old Huang looked rather slippery, he was not muddleheaded when it came to matters of great importance.
Fang Yi smiled. “Once we’ve finished up here, I’ll take you to meet him.”
Liu Shan could not resist asking, “What has Brother Jin been busy with all day? He’s so mysterious. We never even see him.”
Su Wenbin also stared at Fang Yi curiously, hoping to get an answer from him.
Fang Yi shook his head with a smile. “You’ll find out eventually.”
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“Brother Jin is no ordinary man.”
“Go on. Get yourselves settled in at this guesthouse first.”
The three men left Fang Yi’s side, puzzled.
As they were heading out, Liu Qingwen walked in from outside.
He gave the three men a curious glance.
When he saw Liu Shan in particular, an inexplicable sense of familiarity began to stir in his heart.
Liu Shan likewise gave him a curious look.
The three men had always dealt with Fang Yi, and Liu Qingwen had never interacted with them before.
Thus, none of them knew one another.
After the three men left, Liu Qingwen walked over to Fang Yi, who was holding a pair of binoculars and watching a securities sales outlet outside.
“Old Fang, those three are Brother Jin’s fellow workers? The ones who helped us gather such a large team?”
Fang Yi nodded. “Yes, those are the ones. Is Brother Jin coming over later?”
Liu Qingwen scratched his head. “Probably not. He took Sister Xiaoli and the others to buy a car.”
“What’s the name of the curly-haired one among those three?”
“The curly-haired one?” Fang Yi lowered the binoculars and looked at him.
“You know—the skinny fellow with a rather flashy air about him, whose hair is naturally a little curly.”
“Oh, him? Liu Shan. Why?”
“Holy crap!”
“I knew it! He has to be a relative from our Liu family! I sensed it the moment he walked through the door!” Liu Qingwen declared excitedly.
Fang Yi stared at him speechlessly. “You can actually sense something like that?”
Liu Qingwen burst into laughter. “That’s called bloodline resonance, understand?”
“No, this won’t do. I have to go acknowledge him as a relative!”
Liu Qingwen was especially fond of acknowledging distant relatives. It came from the fact that he held an extremely senior position in the Liu family genealogy.
Being able to have someone call him Uncle—or even Grandfather—simply by claiming kinship with them was naturally a delightful feeling.
With that, he ran off, leaving Fang Yi staring after him in utter exasperation.
Liu Shan and the others also returned to their guesthouse room.
At that moment, Liu Shan was tidying up inside.
Suddenly, Liu Qingwen appeared at the doorway with his hands clasped behind his back and gave a dry cough.
Liu Shan turned around curiously. “And you are?”
“A brother of Fang Yi’s.” Liu Qingwen swaggered inside with an air of importance.
Liu Shan immediately put on a sycophantic smile. “Good day, Boss. Please, have a seat. I’ll make you some tea.”
“Hmm. Not bad.” Liu Qingwen sat down pompously.
A few minutes later, Liu Qingwen accepted the tea Liu Shan had brought and looked at him.
“I heard you’re also from the Liu family?”
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“Huh? You’re surnamed Liu too, Boss?”
“That’s right. I’m the seventy-fourth-generation descendant of Imperial Uncle Liu, the legitimate heir of the Han dynasty. If Imperial Uncle Liu had knocked Cao Cao unconscious back then, I might even be a prince today. Which branch of the Liu family are you from?”
“Holy shit!”
Liu Shan was so excited he nearly jumped up. He hurried over to Liu Qingwen, practically trembling with enthusiasm.
“Me! I’m also a descendant of Imperial Uncle Liu!”
“According to our genealogy, I’m the seventy-third-generation descendant of Imperial Uncle Liu!”
“My father told me that one of our ancestors was even held by Zhuge Liang, who kissed him on the cheek.”
“Greetings from the seventy-third-generation descendant to the seventy-fourth-generation descendant!”
“Wait, that doesn’t sound right, Boss. According to our seniority, wouldn’t that make me your uncle?”
“Pfft!”
The tea burst from Liu Qingwen’s mouth.
He had spent his entire life flaunting his seniority in the family hierarchy, never expecting to be bested by it in such spectacular fashion.
Impatiently, he said, “Nonsense. What proof do you have that you’re a descendant of Imperial Uncle Liu?”
“I do have proof!”
“Wait here. I’m the eldest grandson of my family, so when my grandfather passed away, he gave me the genealogy. I’ll show you.”
With that, Liu Shan hurried over to his bag and pulled out a booklet.
He flipped through it page by page. “See this? This is Liu Shan, Imperial Uncle Liu’s son. He’s my great-great-great-grandfather.”
“Keep tracing the line down, and the seventy-third-generation descendant is me.”
Liu Qingwen took the booklet and looked through it. His heart suddenly sank.
This brat really was his uncle!
But too proud to admit defeat, he said, “There must be a mistake. I think I’m also a seventy-third-generation descendant—or perhaps a seventy-second-generation descendant.”
“It doesn’t matter. In the end, we’re all descendants of Imperial Uncle Liu.”
Liu Shan was not nearly as cunning as Liu Qingwen and genuinely accepted the latter’s flimsy excuse.
He said, “Exactly, exactly. We’re all relatives anyway. I’ll be counting on your guidance from now on, Boss.”
Liu Qingwen roared with laughter. “Of course.”
As though he had suddenly thought of something, he glanced outside.
“Brother, how many children do you have?”
Liu Shan scratched his head. “One son. Why?”
Liu Qingwen shook his head. “Our ancestor, Imperial Uncle Liu, suffered precisely because he had only one son.”
“We ought to have more children and multiply the family line, understand?”
Liu Shan’s mind was in a complete fog. “Boss, what exactly are you trying to say? I’m not very bright—I don’t understand.”
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