Chapter 39

Hua Xuemei insisted a couple more times, listening to Zhao Zhiqiang talk about his younger brother's review, his own cold, and the trouble of staying in the hospital, etc. She finally agreed, "Da Qiang, you can't just take this house for free. As a consultant, you can work hard."

Zhao Zhiqiang held back his laughter and repeatedly agreed.

There was nothing to pack; even clothes were not allowed. Zhao Zhiqiang let his younger brother leave with Chen Liqin in the Lincoln, while he kept Gu Quanyou behind. The two walked up the mountain path, talking as they went.

Before long, they entered the half-built resort in Guomu Gou.

"Xiao Xiansheng," Gu Quanyou said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I wronged you before. Please forgive my rashness and rudeness, even my curses. I mistook your kindness for ingratitude. The money on this card should all be yours. I can't express my gratitude for saving my life, but please accept these remaining two million. My heart will be at ease. I beg you."

Gu Quanyou took out the card that originally had over three million.

"Uncle, please don't call me that; just call me Zhiqiang. As for the money, if it's not needed, it's not needed. I took one million, which is enough. You also gave me a house, solving our current housing problem. I should be the one to thank you. Let's not mention this, especially in front of my mother. Uncle Gu, call me Zhiqiang; 'Xiao Xiansheng' doesn't sound good. Let's talk about the main things. I brought you here for two reasons."

Zhao Zhiqiang knew what Gu Quanyou was preparing to do, but he also had something to discuss with this major developer.

Special consultant?

This title is good, at least better than 'Xiao Xiansheng,' 'wise man,' or 'master.'

This consultant role should be taken seriously, but first, he needed to ask someone else.

Gu Quanyou listened attentively.

"Uncle Gu, look, if we continue to build a farmhouse-style resort here, focusing on green dining, rest, entertainment, and hot springs, what do you think? Is there potential for development?"

Zhao Zhiqiang was not skilled in business; he had never dealt with such matters before. Most of what he said today was learned from documents. As for analyzing the geographical advantages, he lacked the ability. Moreover, it wasn't necessary now. Gu Quanyou, with his lifetime of experience in construction, was an expert. Zhao Zhiqiang listened carefully to what he said.

Gu Quanyou stood on a small hill and observed for a few minutes, then looked back at the village, the provincial road, and the city direction. "This place is a few kilometers from the provincial road, at the far end of the new district, in Longbeishan Gou. The other side is a sea cliff, and this side has fruit orchards, hills, and a small river. The environment is not bad. Wait, you said there's a hot spring here?" He only realized this as he spoke.

Zhao Zhiqiang smiled, "It seems Zhao Guangming's project wasn't successful. You are the largest developer in the southern city and even Linzhou, but you didn't know about the hot spring here. Yes, I brought you here today because there's a very good hot spring. Let's go and soak, and talk as we walk..."

"Ha ha, if there really is a hot spring, this place will be valuable!" Several ideas immediately came to Gu Quanyou's mind. As for the distance and other disadvantages, they were no longer a concern. "If the hot spring has commercial value, then this place, less than 200 miles from Binhai City and right next to Linzhou, has potential. As far as I know, there are only three hot spring resorts in the entire Binhai area. Now that the highway is built, it's less than an hour's drive from Binhai. The distance is no longer an issue. If we want to develop it, it's worth considering. Who wants to develop it here?"

He was also excited.

"Yes, but the developer has some unclear relationship with the former director. The project stopped in the fall."

"Oh. The value is good, but it depends on how much the investor is willing to invest. It's best to build a high-end area. After all, Binhai is an international city, and we can't build mid-to-low-end areas. The way they did it is too small and petty. If it's built like a farmhouse, it will only attract local tycoons or nouveau riche."

Zhao Zhiqiang felt a bit embarrassed. He initially wanted to build a rural-style resort... Clearly, he was not skilled, and Gu Quanyou's insight was definitely better.

"Ha ha, Uncle Gu, you are the real consultant."

"Ah? Zhiqiang, this is just a small matter. Your skills are the real deal. I didn't believe in these things before, but now I realize I was wrong."

Zhao Zhiqiang smiled, "Not necessarily. Let's go, Uncle Gu, we're here."

After about ten minutes, the two entered the occasionally visited hot spring bath.

Gu Quanyou looked around, puzzled. There was no place for relaxation, just a hot spring for soaking, and a few wooden houses that looked somewhat artistic but out of place.

"Zhiqiang, they've messed this up. It really needs a good design. The resort you mentioned is definitely feasible."

Zhao Zhiqiang smiled, "Yes, let's see how the hot spring is in a moment."

They entered a large wooden house marked for bathing.

This time, there was a charge. A middle-aged man in a coat was watching TV at the front desk, like in a fast-food restaurant.

The man was talkative.

Soon, Zhao Zhiqiang and Gu Quanyou learned some information from him.

Because Zhao Guangming had an incident, the contractor no longer wanted to continue and was selling the rights.

Now, someone was sent to manage it, and the profits went to this manager, who looked helpless, seemingly confused about his impending unemployment.

Zhao Zhiqiang paid 100 yuan and got 44 yuan back. He bought some snacks, a few sausages, two cans of beer, and a pack of snacks. The two entered the men's section of the hot spring, and the door to the women's section was slightly open. Zhao Zhiqiang guessed it might be for the villagers. It was far away, and with the New Year approaching, there shouldn't be any outsiders.

"The water here is really good, but the place is too small and poorly planned. What a waste of such a good location!" Gu Quanyou looked around, estimating the size of the women's section, and sighed.

"Uncle Gu, let's go rest." Zhao Zhiqiang soaked for half an hour, feeling a bit of his spiritual energy restored, and his body felt better. He thought it was time to resolve Gu Quanyou's doubts.

They sat on a wooden bench in a corner, opened the snacks, and rested.

Gu Quanyou had been waiting for over an hour but didn't urge. If the master wanted to speak, he would speak; there was no need to rush.

Just as they sat down, Gu Quanyou suddenly stood up.

"I'll go get the money..."

Gu Quanyou knew the rules of the trade: money talks, and words are golden.

He didn't believe it before, but now, after almost dying, he couldn't help but believe.

"No need, Uncle Gu. Aunt Chen has already paid your consulting fee. Ha ha, sit down, let's have a drink." With his spiritual energy restored, Zhao Zhiqiang felt relaxed and dared to drink a bit. He picked up a can of beer and handed it over.

"Uncle Gu, what you seek is within yourself. Misfortune follows you because of past wrongdoings, whether natural disasters or human misfortunes, whether your son got someone pregnant or was deceived. These are all related to your past actions. Evil causes evil results, and the years of misfortune are inevitable. This is a heavenly punishment. Even if a deity could help you, they couldn't help you forever."

"Ah! Master Zhiqiang, what should I do?" Gu Quanyou cried, "I'm not afraid of dying, but I can't bear to leave Aunt Chen and my unambitious son."

"He's in high school like Xiao Gang. You're right; I didn't directly harm anyone in my youth, but I did deceive people. The worst was a friend from the inland province twenty years ago. I tricked him out of the 30,000 yuan he used to build a house for his wedding. His business failed, and he went bankrupt and went mad, dying a few years later. This has been a heavy burden on my heart. I feel so guilty!"

He cried as he spoke. Fortunately, there were only a few people around, and Zhao Zhiqiang didn't recognize them, probably from the Fugia Group on the mountain.

Zhao Zhiqiang showed no expression.

"Uncle Gu, just call me Zhiqiang. I'm not a master; I just see things others can't. I have some foresight, like in sci-fi movies, with some special abilities. If people call it superstition, I can't help it. Ha ha, what I say isn't divine. Mental illness needs mental medicine. You have a demon in your heart, which makes you restless and stressed. You can't focus on anything. So, I suggest you sell some of your assets, consolidate them, and use the extra money to do good deeds. If you can make amends for past wrongs, do so. As the saying goes, 'People do, heaven watches. Life, aging, illness, and death all have causes. Fate, fortune, and longevity are intertwined. Sometimes, losing money means avoiding disaster.'"

Gu Quanyou took a deep breath, "I understand, Zhiqiang. I'll do as you say."

He raised his head and finished the can of beer, "Today, talking about that past deception has made me feel much better. He had no descendants, but he had an old mother. I'll take care of her for the rest of her life, and I'll do as much as I can. As for the rest, please give me some more guidance. I'll sell some assets. Indeed, some things need to end."

The expert.

Gu Quanyou was completely convinced. No one knew about his son getting someone pregnant, but Zhiqiang had figured it out. If this wasn't an expert, what was?

He was determined to follow Zhao Zhiqiang's advice, even if it meant using up all his current wealth to live a peaceful life.

Zhao Zhiqiang's words gave him a new perspective. After over twenty years in the construction industry, his initial assets were already damaged and needed to be liquidated.

"Yes, I can only tell you this much. If there's anything else, we'll talk later. But today, only you can know this. Remember! Let's finish eating and soaking, Uncle, let's go!"

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, even if I'm beaten to death!"

...

A dilapidated Beijing Jeep SUV stopped in front of Zhao Zhiqiang's house. A man in a black leather jacket, wearing a gun and dark glasses, poked his head out and then pulled it back, "No one?"

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