Chapter 361: The farther away from him, the better

The father and daughter argued for about half an hour.

Their mouths were dry, and they finally stopped.

Yang Yu raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

Four hours have passed.

Then he picked up his phone and made a few calls to inquire.

The subordinates guarding each intersection saw no vehicles arriving.

Yang Yu, smiling triumphantly, said to Yang Caiwei: "Lin Feng won't be able to come in the next ten or so minutes—just give up on that idea! Hahaha!"

His words had just fallen.

The sound of a helicopter rose.

It came from far to near, then hovered above the villa.

Yang Yu hurriedly ran to the balcony and looked up.

A military helicopter was hovering tens of meters in the air.

The downdraft messed up Yang Yu's hair.

Even more unsettled was his heart.

Because he saw the helicopter's cabin door open.

Then the damned Lin Feng appeared.

He slid down a rope into the villa's courtyard.

After the helicopter retracted the rope, it immediately flew away.

Lin Feng looked at Yang Yu on the second-floor balcony and smiled: "Brother Potato, there are still ten minutes until an hour—am I not late?"

"This... this is impossible!"

Yang Yu couldn't believe his own eyes.

Yang Caiwei, wearing high heels, ran downstairs with a tap-tap-tap.

Then she flung herself into Lin Feng's arms.

"Senior Brother Lin, I knew you'd come; you've never let me down!"

Yang Caiwei was very excited.

But she still didn't forget her father: "Senior Brother Lin, please don't beat my dad, okay?"

Lin Feng kissed Yang Caiwei on the cheek and smiled: "How could I? He's your father; out of respect for you, I won't hit him."

Of course, that's not the reason.

It's because Brother Potato needs to come up with a large sum of money.

One billion euros, calculated at the current exchange rate, equals over eight billion domestic currency.

Giving oneself that much money makes him a good person—how could one strike him?

Moments later, in the villa's first-floor living room.

"Miss Liu, long time no see!"

Lin Feng reached out and shook Zhang Yao's hand.

Then Zhang Yao introduced Lin Feng: "Mr. Lin, this is Yang Yu, Mr. Yang."

Then he said to Yang Yu: "Mr. Yang, this is the Mr. Lin Feng I wanted to introduce to you; his English name is Ribes."

Zhang Yao pretended not to know that Lin Feng and Yang Yu knew each other.

"You're Ribes?!"

Yang Yu looked shocked.

He then furrowed his brows, looking at Zhang Yao with confusion.

Zhang Yao's expression unchanged, he smiled: "Mr. Yang, there's something I forgot to tell you."

"It was Mr. Lin who first approached me, wanting to sign a contract with us, but the terms he offered were unsatisfactory to us."

After Zhang Yao finished speaking, Yang Yu suddenly understood.

As it turned out, Lin Feng had also had designs on that fatty piece of the Cold Group.

Unfortunately, Lin Feng's thinking is somewhat narrow; as a businessman, he only looks at profit.

Thinking of this, Yang Yu felt a bit pleased again.

But soon he felt heartbroken over the 10 billion euro dowry.

Yang Yu is not a good person, but he has one virtue: when he loses a bet to Lin Feng, he never welches.

Naturally, because he dares not.

He has a net worth of several billion; since meeting Lin Feng, he has earned a lot of money, but his net worth has been shrinking.

How painful!

Tomorrow—no, right now go to the temple, find a master to calculate for me.

To see whether my eight characters are being severely restrained by Lin Feng.

"Brother Potato, oh no, Old Yang, from now on Caiwei is my wife—where's the dowry?"

Lin Feng said this, extending his hand toward Yang Yu.

"Cough cough!"

After Yang Yu coughed twice, he asked: "Lin Feng, what is your birth year, month, and hour? I'll go match your eight characters with Caiwei's."

Lin Feng waved his hand: "What era is this now? We don't do that."

Yang Yu shook his head: "No, we must match them, just going through the motions."

Alright!

Lin Feng nodded and reported his birth chart.

The birthday is real, because it's printed on the ID, but it's the solar calendar.

The lunar‑calendar birthday needs to be converted.

As for the hour of birth, it's completely made up.

Only a fool would tell the exact birth hour to Yang Yu.

Otherwise, what if this old kid draws circles to curse himself, or makes a little paper figure and pierces himself with a needle?

Yang Yu memorized the birth data Lin Feng gave, and laughed, "I have other business, I'm leaving now. You and Xiao Liu have fun, hehe!"

Trying to run now, there's no gate!

Lin Feng grabbed Yang Yu and reminded, "Old Yang, Caiwei's dowry!"

Yang Yu's heart stirred, "As for that… when you marry Caiwei, I'll give it to you then! Young man, work hard, don't keep worrying about the dowry your father‑in‑law gave, okay?"

Lin Feng said nothing, raised his right hand, and clenched it into a fist.

Yang Yu quickly said, "Just kidding, young man, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"

He said that while sighing in his heart.

He took out a checkbook, wrote the amount, signed his name, tore it off, and handed it to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked at the check; the amount was 80 billion, no problem.

Then he handed the check to Yang Caiwei, "Wife, this money is your dowry, take it!"

The three words "Wife" made Yang Caiwei feel her heart almost melt.

Her father left in a huff, forgetting to say goodbye.

Lin Feng, however, sent Yang Yu out to outside Da Men.

Those who spend money are all honored guests.

Yang Yu got into a Rolls‑Royce, with two cars front and back, a dozen Biao Biao, quite a grand scene.

After the car started, Yang Yu said to the driver, "Go to Daoist Kong Ming's place."

"Alright, boss!"

The driver replied, then immediately used the intercom to notify the car clearing the way ahead.

The Kong Ming Daoist Yang Yu mentioned is an old Taoist, whose residence is not far from the Bieshu Zhang Yao bought.

It took less than half an hour to arrive.

The convoy entered a quiet garden called Kong Ming Garden.

A Taoist who looked about sixty met Yang Yu.

Daoist Kong Ming led Yang Yu to a quiet room.

Yang Yu reported Lin Feng's birth chart and asked Kong Ming to calculate for him.

Kong Ming closed his eyes and counted on his fingers.

After a moment, frowning, he said, "Layman Yang, this person's chart clashes with you! The farther you stay from him, the better; others don't matter, but the closer you are, the more unlucky you become."

"Indeed!"

Yang Yu sighed inwardly.

He didn't mention Lin Feng's name, only gave the chart.

Kong Ming then derived the answer he wanted.

Yang Yu was still not satisfied, "Daoist, the birth hour that person gave, is it false?"

Kong Ming smiled, "What's the difference between true and false? If you let me calculate, regardless of truth, it's true; you should understand that, Layman Yang."

"What a sin!"

Yang Yu thought he really must stay far away from Lin Feng.

Kong Ming reminded Yang Yu, "In the future, never have a conflict with this person, nor hold a grudge. Of course, not meeting is best; the more courteous he is to you, the more unlucky you become."

"I remember, thank you for the guidance, Daoist."