Chapter 193 Yaozu in the Mountain Village (Part 8) Beep! Striving to be a good person...

When the two arrived at the VIP area outside the Zijin Hall, one after the other, Song Ce took out his phone, pretended to dial a number, said "hello" twice into the air, and then hung up and walked over.

Seeing Qin Zhenguo's expectant expression, Song Ce smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Uncle Qin, he didn't answer the phone. He's probably in a meeting."

Qin Zhenguo sighed regretfully upon hearing this, and forced a smile, saying, "It's alright, Xiao Ce. I wonder who your uncle is..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Ce suggested with a smile, "How about Uncle Qin leaves you his phone number, so when I meet him I can have him contact you directly?"

Qin Zhenguo hurriedly pulled out a business card from his suit pocket, his voice filled with barely concealed urgency: "Xiao Ce, just tell your uncle that if he needs any components, he should contact me! I'm available anytime! Besides, Zhenye Manufacturing has five production lines for the RB303 circuit board, and we can start production anytime! The price is negotiable!"

Song Ce nodded, took the business card with both hands, and carefully put it away.

At this moment, Liu Yuchong, who had followed them out of the auction hall, hid behind the greenery outside the VIP room, his face terribly grim. He took out his phone, dialed a number, and said in a low voice, "Yes, that's right, the plan changed. Just as Qin Zhenguo was about to bid on that vase, some punk who appeared out of nowhere pulled him away..."

After hearing something from the other end, Liu Yuchong stared at Song Ce for a closer look and described him: "This kid looks young, but he's quite handsome. He should be a college student. I heard him say his surname is Song and his name is Song Ce."

"Yes, yes, yes... Don't worry, I will do my best, I will do my best!"

As soon as Liu Yuchong hung up the phone, he saw the two people in the VIP area stand up and walk out of the hotel together.

"Xiao Ce, you should go back now! Your uncle is waiting for your good news."

Song Ce smiled and agreed, then casually added, "Uncle Qin, I was being impolite today and spoiled your enjoyment. If you have time next week, I'd like to invite you to another auction!"

Qin Zhenguo laughed and waved his hand, "No need, no need! I only came to take a look after my employees mentioned it a few times. I rarely participate in these kinds of auctions. Besides, I need to go back and check the inventory and production line right now. You don't need to worry about such a small matter."

"Okay, Uncle Qin, I'll head back to school now."

"Hey, drive carefully!"

After watching Song Ce leave, Qin Zhenguo sighed deeply, then started walking towards the front desk. He had only taken a few steps when he heard someone call out behind him, "President Qin! President Qin!"

Qin Zhenguo turned around and saw Liu Yuchong running towards him, panting, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Mr. Qin, are you heading back already? Changlong Auction Company is having a thank-you luncheon later..."

Thinking of what Song Ce had said casually earlier, Qin Zhenguo frowned slightly and began to seriously examine this subordinate who had been with him for nearly ten years.

"Xiao Liu, didn't I just tell you to go back to the company first? Just leave the car with me, why haven't you gone back yet?"

Liu Yuchong was taken aback, then quickly put on a smiling face: "President Qin, it's like this. Our company is facing financial difficulties lately, and we have a lot of inventory stuck in the warehouse. I was thinking of keeping it at the auction to see if I could find any bargains."

Qin Zhenguo stared intently at Liu Yuchong for a long while before speaking, "Xiao Liu, I know the situation of the company well, you don't need to worry about it."

Liu Yuchong's heart skipped a beat. He gritted his teeth and took another step forward to catch up, saying, "President Qin, you were chatting so amiably with that college student just now. Aren't you worried that he might have ulterior motives?"

Qin Zhenguo's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "Xiao Liu, what do you mean by that?"

Seeing that Qin Zhenguo was finally willing to listen to him, Liu Yuchong's face lit up with joy. He quickly lowered his voice and said, "President Qin, don't you find it strange? A college student, appearing at such a high-end auction out of nowhere, and even deliberately trying to get close to you... In my opinion, he probably doesn't have any wealthy uncle at all. Maybe he's just trying to get some benefits from you!"

Qin Zhenguo smiled, then said seriously, "So what if he's just an ordinary college student? I can tell he speaks with remarkable eloquence; he must have some extraordinary abilities. Besides, I've been in the business world for so many years, and the business world is like a battlefield. Zhenye Manufacturing is already struggling, so why would I be afraid of being fooled by a student? Alright, enough said. Where are the car keys?"

Liu Yuchong's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. With a forced smile, he took the car keys from his briefcase and handed them to Qin Zhenguo, "Mr. Qin, you're right. But I was just worried you might have been careless! After all..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Zhenguo raised his hand to interrupt him: "Alright, Xiao Liu, you can go to the thank-you luncheon yourself, I won't go. I have a lot of things waiting for me to handle at the company, I'll go first, I'll give you half a day off today."

After saying that, Qin Zhenguo turned and walked towards the parking lot.

Liu Yuchong watched Qin Zhenguo's retreating figure, gritted his teeth, took out his phone from his pocket, dialed the number again, and reported something in a low voice.

On the other side, after leaving Jingyuan Starry Sky, Song Ce did not return to Jingnan University. Instead, he waved goodbye on the street and got into a taxi.

"Driver, to Jiameng Hotel."

"Okay, please sit down!"

The taxi sped along and soon arrived at the entrance of this top-tier luxury hotel, which blends Eastern aesthetics with modern opulence.

Just then, a blonde, brown-eyed foreign woman walked out of the Jiameng Hotel arm in arm with a tall, plain-looking man. They were accompanied by three Chinese men in suits, who smiled obsequiously and looked very respectful.

Simson was 42 years old and was the foreign general manager of the Sino-French joint venture AENA. If it weren't for his light brown eyes, probably no one would have guessed that he was of mixed race with foreign ancestry.

Song Ce blinked slowly, tugged his backpack strap over his shoulder, lowered his head, and quickly walked past the group of people. He walked so fast that the handmade decorative buckle hanging on his backpack fell to the ground with a "thud." He seemed not to notice, and without even stopping, he headed straight for the other end of the corridor.

“Hey, wait, you dropped something!” Simson blurted out in French.

Song Ce paused, then turned around as if somewhat bewildered.

Upon seeing the handmade decorative button in Simson's hand, Song Ce feigned surprise. His face flushed slightly, and he replied rather shyly in fluent French, "Ah, thank you so much!"

Simson's expression suddenly hardened when the young man took the decorative clasp. Then, the young man abruptly raised his head, his dark eyes staring directly at Simson, and said abruptly, "You'd better stay in Jiameng tonight."

"What......?"

Simson was taken aback, his light brown eyes filled with confusion.

Song Ce shook his head, his face grave as he cracked his knuckles, and said softly, "If you insist on going back tonight, there may be bloodshed."

Before Simson could say anything, his translator frowned. He said impatiently in Chinese, "Young man, you look quite young, probably still a student, right? If you're a student, you should be studying hard, not doing those superstitious tricks of street fortune tellers, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Song Ce smiled faintly, said nothing more, thanked Simson again, and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Simson's expression immediately turned serious, as if he had just thought of something. He quickly stopped Song Ce and asked him in French, "Sir, may I speak to you in private?"

Song Ce nodded and followed Simson to the private terrace on the top floor of the Grand Hotel. Simson dismissed his entourage, leaving only the blonde, brown-eyed foreign woman behind.

He personally pulled out a chair for Song Ce and said in French, "I apologize for our rudeness earlier. Could you elaborate on the bloodshed you mentioned?"

Song Ce smiled slightly, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Simson's female companion lean over and ask in French, "Sir, before that, could you please do my divination?"

Simson frowned slightly, saying with considerable disapproval, "Alright, Belles, you should go back and rest!"

"What does it matter, Simson!"

His female companion pouted, poured herself a glass of red wine, held it in her hand, and then sat down opposite Song Ce, smiling and saying, "Please."

Song Ce smiled, took out three copper coins from his bag, and gestured for Bellis to toss them six times.

After tossing the toss, Belles rested her chin on her hand and asked, "Sir, when will I marry Simson?"

Song Ce looked up at her and said in French, word by word, "Never."

Upon hearing this, not only did Bellis's smile freeze, but even Simson looked at him in surprise.

What do you mean by that?

Song Ce looked into Bellis's eyes and said in a very calm tone, "Your destined marriage is in the northwest. Now you are married and deeply in love."

Bellis was slightly startled, but she shook her head and continued, "But Simson is so rich, it's hard for me not to be tempted by him."

Song Ce took back the copper coin, a slight smile on his face: "Even if France is romantic and open-minded, it would never allow Mr. Simson to marry his own sister, would it?"

Simson, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh out loud. He coughed twice and chuckled softly, "Indeed."

Belles put down her wine glass, her suspicion turning into pure curiosity: "Sir, may I ask your name?"

"His surname is Song, and his given name is Song Ce."

"Song, this is my first time in China. How did you know that Simson and I are siblings? And how did you know that I was already married?"

Song Ce paused for a moment, then said quite frankly, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."

Bellis was speechless upon hearing this, and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Fine, Song, then I won't ask anymore. To be honest, you talk like my grandfather, always so mysterious. By the way, Simson, since Song has said so, I think we should stay at a hotel tonight!"

Simson nodded, naturally agreeing to her suggestion.

"Belis, you are right."

In fact, Simson was able to accept the idea of ​​"bloodshed" so quickly entirely because he and Bellis's maternal grandfather shared half Chinese ancestry. Under his mother's influence, his grandfather was deeply fascinated by Eastern culture, and Simson's parents, as well as his grandchildren, all longed for this distant ancient Eastern country.

My grandfather told them more than once, “Simson, Belle, there is an old Chinese saying, ‘It is better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn’t.’ This is the wisdom passed down from our ancestors, and you must keep it in mind.”

Thinking of this, the brother and sister exchanged a glance, and simultaneously looked into Song Ce's calm eyes, feeling even more awe for Dongfang Yuanyuan's metaphysics.

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Author's Note: [Cat emoji]