"Can this thing truly bring unlimited good fortune?" A businessman around fifty confird the authenticity of the Diamond, then inquired to the interpreter beside him.
After hearing the translation, the Japanese monk hurriedly nodded and said, "Mr. Fei, you can take a look at the cherry blossom tree outside."
Mr. Fei looked outside and saw the sakura tree, which was growing well. In this season when cherry blossoms should have withered away, it was in full bloom.
"That tree had suffered from a series of pest infestations and hail damage years ago. The heart of the tree was rotten and dead, leaving only a hollow stump. Ever since Yellow Love was brought into the side hall, it has revived from death, with a flowering period twice as long as the other cherry blossom trees. It has also wintered every year without any problems." To entrap this wealthy client before him, the Japanese monk exaggerated the effects of Yellow Love as much as possible while deliberately concealing the negative rumors about Yellow Love from earlier years.
"Oh," Mr. Fei listened, growing even more reluctant to part with Yellow Love. Since being elected as a councilor, his political career prospered, and wealth kept flowing in incessantly, which was many tis easier than when he was in business. Hence, he was contemplating abandoning business for politics, investing a substantial amount into the current election for City Council Chair.
However, a Feng Shui Master recently told him that while his political fortunes were booming, his vital energy showed signs of decline. After all, Mr. Fei was getting on in years, and his physical strength was indeed waning. But he, like Fei Qing, was fond of won and enjoyed the high life, and now, during his prosperous tis, to say that his energy was flagging was a major taboo. After so calculations, the Feng Shui Master ntioned a vital energy overseas that could help Mr. Fei extend his life, and after making so inquiries, he learned of Yellow Love at Chuyun Grand Shrine.
"How much?" Mr. Fei first bribed the high monk of the Shrine with a hefty sum, then had him co to verify the item under the cover of night. Just looking at Yellow Love gave one an invigorating sensation, suggesting its effectiveness must be very good.
The greedy high monk, although sowhat fearful of being discovered by the Divine Palace for selling a treasure of the Shrine, thought that with this money, he no longer wished to be a monk—living in a luxurious house with a beautiful wife would surely be better than chanting Buddhist scriptures under a pine oil lamp on this mountain for a lifeti.
He gestured two fingers and uttered an astonishing figure: "Two hundred million yen."
Mr. Fei did so calculations in his mind and was relieved it was yen. He was currently in the midst of the election for City Council Chair, and political donations from various parties were sowhat tight; logically, he shouldn’t be touching these funds. Mr. Fei took another look at Yellow Love and saw that, under the pine oil lamp, it was like a naked beauty, tempting him.
In Buddhism, it is said that ten thousand people have ten thousand perceptions. What was sacred light in Su Ziceng’s eyes beca tempting light in the eyes of others.
As long as his energy was sufficient, upon becoming the Chair, he would have no trouble exchanging power for money. With this thought, Mr. Fei chuckled "heh heh" twice and said to the interpreter, "I won’t say much to the master here. Thirty million in Renminbi. When doing business, us Z Country people prefer not to use Japanese money."
"Very well," the Japanese monk didn’t want to drag things out either. As long as the treasure stayed here, it was another day of loss; better to get rid of it as soon as possible.
The three of them reached an unlawful agreent in the side hall.
After signing a check, Mr. Fei took out a golden-colored velvet box and tucked Yellow Love into his chest.
After the three of them left, one of the six pine oil lamps got blown out by the wind.
The cherry blossom tree that was blossoming outside let out a whimpering cry when the wind blew. After the crying, the originally white cherry blossoms emitted a strange glow under the moonlight.
Mr. Fei rushed back to Mo City overnight, and upon getting off the plane, he didn’t feel dizzy or have a headache from the journey. On the contrary, he felt an inexhaustible strength spread throughout his body.
How should he deal with this necklace? After returning ho, Mr. Fei paced restlessly in his study. If he were a woman, he could wear the necklace every day, but sadly, he was a man.
Mr. Fei also didn’t dare keep the necklace in his office at the City Council, knowing all too well that it ca from dubious origins. Therefore, it could only be kept at ho.
While he wavered, Fei Qing returned.
Checking the clock, Mr. Fei saw it was already two in the morning. This kid was getting out of hand. Mr. Fei carefully placed the velvet box on the coffee table, his eyes filled with anger.
"Look at you, reeking of alcohol," tomorrow is Monday, and although it didn’t matter that Fei Qing failed to return to Quan University, he scorned the idea of him carousing about.
"Dad, I’m happy today," Fei Qing had a pleasant evening eting with Yan Wuxu at their usual spot, and feeling the child in her belly kicking, he could not help the joy of a soon-to-be father. If it weren’t for Su Qingzhang’s audacity in taking Yan Wuxu away from Mrs. Yan in the dead of night, he wouldn’t have co back at this hour.
"Happy, my ass, all you ever know is to indulge in wine and won," Mr. Fei cursed.
"That’s because ’like father, like son,’" spotting the impressive jewelry box, Fei Qing grabbed it and gawked open-mouthed at its contents, "This thing, it’s not another gift for one of your mistresses, is it? That’s quite extravagant." Disapproving of the behavior of Mr. Fei and his son, Mrs. Fei went to Fa’an Temple to beco a vegetarian, having long lost her affection for Mr. Fei.
"This thing cost thirty million, to gift to a woman, you really think I’m like you, spending money on won every day," Mr. Fei snatched back the Yellow Love, treasuring it.
"Then what is it for, don’t tell it’s a bribe for so high official above?" Fei Qing once saw Mr. Fei presenting an entire villa to an important official, but he had never seen him spend thirty million on a bribe.
"It’s a gift for myself," Mr. Fei took out a silk scarf and carefully wiped the Yellow Love.
"Dad, you’ve been recently overworked, has it affected your mind? This is won’s stuff," in Fei Qing’s eyes, jewelry had always been exclusively for won, but he wondered what kind of woman would be worthy of such a costly necklace.
"All you think about is won, this is a Divine Artifact, not to be trivialized," Mr. Fei vividly recounted the esoteric things the high monk had told.
At first, Fei Qing was skeptical, but seeing his father full of energy after such an arduous trip, he began to believe sowhat.
"Nobody can know about the Yellow Love at ho, especially those disreputable won you see," after much consideration, Mr. Fei still decided to lock the Yellow Love in the ho safe.
Mr. Fei’s admonitions were always useless on Fei Qing, who quickly forgot them and ended up spilling the beans to both Yan Wuxu and Hang Yishao on separate occasions. Of course, these would co back to haunt them later. (To be continued. If you like this work, please co to Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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