After hearing what Liu Feng said, she realized that she did indeed have some health problems. She was easily fatigued, and often suffered from insomnia and vivid dreams at night.
"Thank you for the reminder, handsome young man. I will try my best to buy this bottle of Nourishing Essence Pill. If it works, I will definitely thank you!"
"Beautiful sister, the most useful medicine for you is actually another kind of pill—the Immortal King's Life-Saving Pill. If I'm not mistaken, you will face three bloody disasters next year. This life-saving pill can save you temporarily and spare you from suffering."
Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman laughed angrily and said, "Handsome young man, you didn't come here just to make fun of me, did you?"
She wanted to continue refuting, but when she met Liu Feng's deep eyes, her heart fluttered inexplicably.
So, she softened her tone and asked, "Who are you? Why do you say I'm destined for bloodshed?"
Liu Feng smiled wryly: "It's unspeakable."
The beautiful woman asked curiously, "Are you a fortune teller? But I don't believe in the bloodshed you mentioned. I've already found my own happiness, and my life will only get better and better."
"Whether you believe it or not, beautiful lady, please take care. Better safe than sorry!" Liu Feng replied earnestly.
"Thank you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Chen Baolian. You can call me Sister Chen or Sister Baolian. Little brother, what's your name?" the beautiful woman asked.
"Then I'll respectfully accept your invitation and call you Sister Chen. My name is Liu Feng. I wish you good fortune and peace. My uncle and I have other matters to attend to, so we'll take our leave now. We look forward to meeting again!"
Liu Feng responded politely and was about to turn and leave when Sister Chen gently called him back.
“Fung, wait! I have a concert ticket here, it belongs to Leslie Cheung. I can’t go because of something, so I’m giving it to you.”
Sister Chen pulled a ticket out of a Hermes bag and handed it to Liu Feng.
Upon hearing this, Liu Feng felt a surge of excitement, but the words he was about to say were swallowed back down.
Leslie Cheung, an irreplaceable superstar of that era, was the dream of countless people to witness his brilliance firsthand.
He gratefully accepted the ticket and thanked them repeatedly.
On the way back, Uncle Zhang couldn't help but ask, "Can you really tell that Miss Chen will have three bloody disasters next year?"
"It's almost certain!" Liu Feng sighed. "Though beautiful, she's like an autumn flower, about to wither. What a pity."
He sensed an ominous sign in Chen Baolian's face.
"Uncle Zhang, do you think a person's fate can be changed by a few words I say?" Liu Feng asked.
"Difficult!" Uncle Zhang shook his head.
Since it was difficult to change the other party's misfortune, Liu Feng simply stopped thinking about it.
He opened his divine sense and felt the bustling and prosperous international metropolis.
Car horns, pop music, various languages, radio broadcasts...
Intertwined and gathered together, they create a dazzling and colorful spectacle.
It was filled with a strong sense of popularity.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, Liu Feng gathered a great deal of information.
The most talked-about topics among citizens are the upcoming Marseille race and some celebrity gossip.
From some private conversations, Liu Feng also learned that Thailand was facing an economic crisis that could sweep across Southeast Asia.
Back at the hotel, Liu Feng shared his thoughts with Uncle Zhang, asking him and his team to gather information on the stock markets of Thailand and other countries to analyze the current market trends.
Liu Feng stated definitively that an economic crisis would erupt in Asia in 1997 and 1998, and he hoped that they could seize this opportunity to earn some start-up capital.
During his visit to Hong Kong, Uncle Zhang realized that the gap between the mainland and Hong Kong is more than thirty years behind.
The little money they had wasn't even enough for the wealthy people here to spend for one night.
Liu Feng remembered that in his previous life, there were online reports that Hong Kong tycoon Joseph Lau lost 20 billion during the 1997 Asian financial crisis, but made a net profit of 80 billion in 2008.
What does that mean?
Back then, the wealthy and powerful families in Hong Kong earned hundreds of millions of dollars a month, while in Liu Feng's hometown, earning three or four hundred dollars a month was considered good!
How enormous is this difference?
Previously, Liu Feng planned to come to Hong Kong only to raise some funds to speculate on technology stocks.
Looking back now, I realize I was too narrow-minded!
Liu Feng wasn't the only one with this thought; the entire group shared this feeling.
Uncle Zhang was quickly drawn to the bustling atmosphere here, which rekindled his youthful ambition—an old horse in its stall still aspires to gallop a thousand miles!
He has always enjoyed eating, drinking, and having fun, and the food programs and culture of Hong Kong broadened Uncle Zhang's horizons.
And then there are the luxury cars and fine horses, the life he yearns for.
After chatting with Liu Feng for a long time, Uncle Zhang went to the other people's rooms.
Not long after he left, Jin Xiaohu knocked on the door to find Liu Feng. He had heard from Uncle Zhang that Liu Feng was going to Leslie Cheung's concert the next night, so he came to ask Liu Feng to help him get an autograph.
Jin Xiaohu is a huge fan of Leslie Cheung. He likes many Hong Kong stars, enjoys listening to their songs, and watches their movies.
As night deepened, Hong Kong's nightlife remained vibrant, while Liu Feng had a clearer vision and plan in mind.
One night, I sat cross-legged in meditation, cultivating myself...
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