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Chapter 1011 - Chapter 1011: Chapter 111 Elder Yu's Apology

Chapter 1011: Chapter 111 Elder Yu’s Apology

Elder Yu looked at Ren Zhixiang for a while before he slowly began to speak, his words very vague and difficult to understand.

Finally, a security guard next to him, who looked more like a personal secretary, translated, “Did you also have a stroke, young man?”

In the information Elder Yu had, there was data on Ren Zhixiang–if it hadn’t been for learning about Ren Zhixiang’s recovery from others, he should still be in the capital.

The reason the security at the door did not hold back in striking was because they had not matched the information and the person correctly.

“Yes, I’ve also had a stroke,” Ren Zhixiang smiled and nodded. His current state differed slightly from that of average people, lacking the vitality typical of young people–after all, being tormented by a stroke for over a year, that wooden feeling was hard to dispel quickly.

However, he himself felt that he had recovered mostly, “So I was thinking of setting up a Rehabilitation Center near the estate, not for profit, but to benefit fellow patients.”

Elder Yu slightly nodded–typical sluggishness of a stroke patient–then mumbled a few more vague words.

Someone quickly translated, “Elder Yu says it’s rare… You also consider the Feng Shui of the estate, huh?”

“Feng Shui?” Ren Zhixiang blinked and smiled slightly, “Sort of. Actually, Master Feng himself is like Feng Shui; wherever he is, I will follow.”

He relied on Feng Jun’s Body Tempering Pill, but there was no need to mention such things to outsiders. It was enough that he knew it himself.

Elder Yu would never openly admit the existence of extraordinary powers, but he had heard that he had been specifically transported to Zhengyang because this estate has a good aura, and from his feelings, it indeed was so.

He could be even more certain, the Feng Shui of this place must be brought by Feng Jun.

So hearing Ren Zhixiang say this, he wasn’t surprised and just remarked, “Young man, you’re not bad, thinking of others. There aren’t many like you nowadays. How much do you plan to invest?”

“Investment… I’ll keep one hundred million for myself, enough for my own spending,” Ren Zhixiang answered with a light, breezy demeanor.

“The rest of the money, I plan to invest all here. Since falling ill this way, I’ve understood that in a lifetime, one doesn’t need too much money; enough is enough. The important thing is to do something, to leave a mark in this world showing I was here.”

His tone was not too bold, but certainly not small either, and his vision… was very positive.

Elder Yu couldn’t help nodding again–although for him, this action was quite difficult–but he really thought highly of this young man and took the initiative to say, “With this attitude, I can help you out a bit.”

“Thank you,” Ren Zhixiang smiled in response, “But I hope to manage this Rehabilitation Center myself.”

This was a tactful refusal, yet not a direct one, hesitating momentarily, he couldn’t help but ask, “Elder… may I ask how to address you?”

“My surname is Yu,” Elder Yu casually replied, then a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

Surnames like Yu… or others such as Yu, Yu, Yu, Yu, Yu, Yu, etc., this single sound encompasses too many surnames, yet Ren Zhixiang immediately reacted, astonished, “Are you Elder Yu?”

Elder Yu at his age rarely appeared on the television news now, but whenever he did, it was always during highly influential and heavily viewed times. If one was willing to search online, there would be even more pictures of him.

Ren Zhixiang had a vague impression of Elder Yu’s appearance, and unlike Tang Wenji–Xiao Tian’s family had a mine–a temple, he just needed to cultivate, but Ren, being a businessman, couldn’t ignore the movements of policies or major figures as business grew to a certain scale.

Ren Zhixiang could be absolutely sure that Elder Yu was a Funiu Person, and the security level of Elder Yu was consistent with his encounter at the mountain gate. Coupled with that familiar face, how could he possibly recognize the wrong person?

Elder Yu gave a smile, then mumbled vaguely again, “The accident outside the door was really unfair to you, but those young men were just strictly adhering to the rules, not intentionally. They are young and naive. If they have offended you… I apologize on their behalf.”

Ren Zhixiang almost exploded, the renowned Elder Yu saying he “offended” him and even apologizing?

Such a statement, if broadcast on Huaxia’s channels right now, would be unbearable, let alone for a small businessman like him.

Almost subconsciously, he lifted his hand and waved vigorously, “It’s nothing, it’s nothing, just a small misunderstanding. Elder Yu, you are too kind… really too kind. I, a little boy here, truly can’t bear it.”

Before he finished speaking, he felt a gaze shooting from the side. Turning his head, it was Feng Jun.

He inwardly chuckled bitterly, Elder Feng, you’re not afraid of Elder Yu, because you can treat strokes, even Elder Yu has to bear with you, but me… why should anyone bear with me?

Just then, the beautiful girl next to Elder Yu spoke up, her voice as melodious as that of an oriole, “Feng Jun, the person you stopped at the door was Xiaoyu.”

Ren Zhixiang and Elder Yu both turned their heads in surprise, looking at Feng Jun, you know this beauty (my granddaughter)?

Feng Jun blinked his eyes, finally meeting Yu Qingzhu’s gaze. The moment of heartbeat had passed, but he still did not want to look her in the eyes directly. “Xiaoyu… who is that?”

Yu Qingzhu’s brows furrowed slightly. She had recognized him at first glance, but didn’t want to greet him. Now seeing him even forget Xiaoyu, she felt an intense disdain… Ah, men.

But no matter what, this man could treat her grandfather, so she couldn’t be too harsh. Therefore, she spoke indifferently, “Her last name is Xia, Xia Xiaoyu… do you remember now?”

What Feng Jun couldn’t stand the most was her attitude. The last two times he had clashed with her, it was because of this.

So he dismissed it casually with a wave of his hand, answering in a light tone, “I don’t remember!”

Actually, he did remember Xia Xiaoyu. He had been caught by her having dinner with Ye Qingyi, but… she was just an ordinary passerby. If anything, she owed him–after all, he had saved her from Liu Shuming.

Looking at you now, acting like I was the one who abandoned her… Did I ever mess things up? Even if I did, it wasn’t with her.

Yu Qingzhu looked at him coldly, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember. The owner of that fitness center will definitely remember her, what’s his name… is it Hongjie?”

Upon hearing this, Ren Zhixiang’s lips twitched fiercely. Hongjie Fitness… isn’t that Sister Hong’s place?

“Sister Hong is in the manor,” Feng Jun was straightforward, he no longer felt that his past life of hardship was something that couldn’t be mentioned. He had changed himself, “I used to be her employee, and now she is my partner.”

Yu Qingzhu blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering, “It seems you have developed quite well these past two years.”

Feng Jun was wondering how to continue this conversation when Elder Yu spoke up with a relatively clear voice, “Did you two know each other before?”

Both nodded but neither spoke up.

Just then, Zhang Caixin walked in. She caught sight of Yu Qingzhu immediately, “I just… who is this?”

“Hello,” Yu Qingzhu stood up, smiling as she extended her hand, “I’m Yu Qingzhu.”

She actually didn’t mind socializing, but from a young age, she found that dealing with boys always brought countless troubles. The older she got, the more she felt this way. Therefore, apart from a few trusted friends, she was reluctant to interact with boys.

As for dealing with girls, she was quite generous and didn’t mind the other’s background, much like the saying goes–I don’t look at status when making friends, since their statuses can’t compare to mine.

Zhang Caixin looked at her and extended her hand, giving Yu Qingzhu a light squeeze, “Zhang Caixin… you’re very beautiful.”

Yu Qingzhu withdrew her hand, then rubbed it, “You have quite the grip… you are very beautiful, too, especially your nose.”

Zhang Caixin had a distinctly exotic look, with a high, prominent nose bridge and small nostrils, mostly due to racial differences.

She didn’t really like hearing this; it sounded like aside from my nose, I’m inferior to you in other aspects?

So she smiled, “I practice the Cultivation Path; my grip might be a bit too strong, I’m really sorry.”

When girls get competitive, they can be quite crafty, and Xiao Caixin was not very good at this, but instinctively she felt a repulsion towards her.

Yu Qingzhu was even worse at this; she was somewhat what people refer to as “silly sweet.” Although she had read some palace intrigue novels, she didn’t think she needed to master these skills–she wasn’t foolish, she just saw no need.

Like now, she knew Zhang Caixin’s handshake was overly forceful and somewhat malicious, but in the heat of the moment, she couldn’t find a good way to retaliate. So she just held her ground and asked, “Cultivation Path… what is that?”

“It’s a form of cultivation,” Zhang Caixin smiled slightly, “similar to practicing Yoga.”

Saying this, she couldn’t help but glance at Feng Jun, “Brother Jun, right?”

Feng Jun, in his detached phase, could easily see Zhang Caixin’s forcefulness in her handshake.

However, though he felt something indescribable towards Yu Qingzhu, he absolutely would not undermine Xiao Caixin. So he simply smiled, “Of course not. Anyone can practice Yoga. The cultivation in the manor, however, requires fate.”

Yu Qingzhu closed her mouth upon hearing this. She didn’t know the other implications behind Zhang Caixin’s mention of Yoga, but she had no interest in discussing it with outsiders. Since she was little, classmates had often joked with her using that word–after all “Yoga” sounds like “Yu Family.”

Elder Yu’s eyes lit up slightly, enquiring vaguely, “Your cultivation… does it involve that kind of Thunder Talisman?”

He couldn’t publicly acknowledge the existence of supernatural powers, but privately, his curiosity was strong–he didn’t have many days left to live, so he wanted to learn as much as he could.

Zhang Caixin knew why Teacher Mei had used the Thunder Talisman earlier, and though she was reluctant to answer, Elder Yu was not only a senior official but also an elderly man. So after glancing at Feng Jun, she finally nodded, “Yes, not just limited to that.”