Afterwards, An Jingzhi naturally followed the other party to meet An Zhongyi, the powerful and influential Ninth Thousand Years Old.
The two little beggars were sitting in the luxurious hall waiting, and Liu Qianhua couldn't wait to find An Zhongyi.
"Did they really find it?!" An Zhongyi's eyes were filled with disbelief. He had just told the other party in the morning that he had to get the news within 10 days, otherwise he didn't have to come back. The other party said in the afternoon that he had found the person. It was hard for him not to wonder if the other party had deliberately found someone to fool him?
Seeing the suspicion in the other person's eyes, Liu Qianhua explained, "Huichang Gong really found it!"
Then he briefly talked about going to the restaurant for a drink today.
He also handed the jade pendant in his hand to the other party with both hands.
An Zhongyi took the jade pendant, and it was indeed the jade pendant he remembered. Those who helped him find his wife and children all had the drawings of the jade pendant. It was not that someone had tried to forge it to deceive him before, but he saw through them in the end.
Naturally, he also dealt with those who wanted to deceive him.
The appearance of a jade pendant is easy to fake, but there is one thing that absolutely cannot be faked. The jade pendant was originally passed down from his ancestors, but when it came into his hands, he accidentally knocked it into a corner and a crack appeared in that corner. This crack is the only evidence to prove whether the jade pendant is real or fake.
An Zhongyi carefully felt the lines on the jade pendant, his hands trembling more and more, "Really... It's real..."
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Liu Qianhua, his eyes red, "Where is he?!"
When Liu Qianhua saw the other person's appearance, he knew that he had probably found the right person, and now he just had to wait for confirmation.
Feeling that a bright future was beckoning to him, Liu Qianhua's breathing became more rapid.
"Mr. Factory, I have taken the initiative and have brought the person to the front hall to wait for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Qianhua felt a gust of wind blowing by his side. It turned out that An Zhongyi, who couldn't wait to see someone, had already gone out.
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"Looks like... too much like..." After walking to the front hall, An Zhongyi suddenly didn't dare to go in, so he hid in the crack of the door and looked at the young man in tattered clothes sitting in the hall.
There were two little beggars in the hall, but An Zhongyi recognized An Jingzhi at a glance.
Liu Qianhua, who was standing respectfully behind An Zhongyi, suddenly trembled with excitement.
Confirmed, confirmed! This man must be the factory owner's son! Otherwise, why would the factory owner be weeping while looking at the young man, and even cowering in fear, not daring to go in?
The Ninth Prince, who was powerful, ruthless, and forced the civil officials to bow their heads, was now like a kind old father, looking at his long-lost son. He wanted to go forward to recognize him, but he didn't dare to go forward for fear that the other party would blame him.
Liu Qianhua was extremely thankful. Fortunately, he had suddenly shown some kindness and let the two little beggars come over to eat. Otherwise, how could he have gotten the jade pendant and how could he have found the factory owner's son?!
Bright future here I come!
Looking at Xiaobai who was still eating cakes, An Jingzhi said helplessly, "Are you the reincarnation of a starving ghost? You weren't full at the restaurant just now, yet you were still eating?"
Xiaobai is now desperate. He is suddenly brought to this mysterious mansion. There are guards everywhere. It is obvious that they are from a powerful family. In any case, they are not people who can afford to offend helpless little beggars like them.
Now I am eating pastries like crazy with the mentality that the more I can eat, the better the deal.
Xiaobai had been hungry since childhood and had been begging for a living, so he was very protective of food. It was because he was so protective of food and was willing to share some food with the original owner that An Jingzhi appreciated the other party's purity of mind.
As he was speaking, he suddenly felt a shadow at the door. He looked up and saw two shadows cast by the sun at the door. A graceful man with a white face and no beard, about forty or fifty years old, and Liu Qianhua, who had just left, were looking at him.
When the other person's eyes fell on him, An Zhongyi took a deep breath and tried to smile more kindly, "You, what's your name, kid?"
An Zhongyi had lived in the deep palace for a long time, and had long forgotten how to smile after all the hardships he had gone through. Even if he smiled, it was a sneer. When he suddenly tried to appear kind, it made him look even more terrifying, like a yaksha from hell.
At least Xiaobai next to him was frightened and shivered. He didn't even dare to choke on the pastries. His mouth was full of food and he was mumbling and didn't dare to move.
To be honest, if I hadn't read the original owner's memory, it would be hard to believe that this middle-aged man in front of me, whose face was not very kind, would dote on the original owner to that extent.
The original owner had almost everything he wanted, and An Zhongyi was even thinking about rebelling and giving the throne to his son. However, he didn't expect that in the end, his son would use it as a stepping stone to fame.
The name of Ninth Thousand Years Old An Zhongyi is known in the capital as the one that can stop children from crying at night.
But in front of An Jingzhi, he was just a father who had missed his son for many years.
His eyes were full of intimacy and timidity.
He even deliberately lowered his voice when speaking.
He was not sure how the other party would react after discovering that his father was a eunuch, and how they would look at him.
An Jingzhi looked back at him, "An Jingzhi, the scenery is pleasant. The scenery is very beautiful."
An Zhongyi couldn't help but burst into tears. Yes, that was the name.
This was the name he and his wife had found for their son. They had asked for it from a wandering Taoist priest while bringing a bowl of meat. It was just a nickname when he was young, and he had never called his son by this name. When he left, his son was only about six years old, and now he has grown into a young man.
He looked at the other person's pale face, thin body, prominent cheekbones, and ragged appearance, and his heart couldn't help but ache.
"Son, I am your father." His voice trembled as he spoke.
An Jingzhi couldn't help but take two steps back, his pupils dilated with shock.
"You, you are my father?"
An Zhongyi nodded immediately and wanted to take two steps forward to get closer to the other person, but he was afraid of scaring the other person, so he had to stop.
He slowly explained An Jingzhi's background. "I'm your father, An Zhongyi. Your mother's name is Zhang Shuniang. I gave your mother that jade pendant. There's a crack on it. I accidentally dropped it. Your nickname is Danzi."
An Jingzhi raised his hand tremblingly, "You, are you really my father?" Then he shook his head, "No, no, my mother said that my father came to the capital to work for a wealthy family. You, you don't look like a servant of a wealthy family at all."
This is exactly what An Zhongyi said to his wife and children at the beginning. Now when An Jingzhi mentioned it, he was still a little dazed, as if he had returned to the moment when his wife was about to die of illness.
He could only go along with what the other person said, "Yes, Dad did work as a servant for a wealthy family in the beginning, but later on they saw that Dad was honest and hardworking, so they promoted him. Later, Dad used the money to start some business on his own, and that's how he bought this house."
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