"Uh..."
The speaker had no intention, but the listener took it to heart.
Upon hearing Zhang Chao’s words, Jiang Tao thought to himself, buddy, you’ve got it right.
You really aren’t their biological child!
Zhang Chao might still not know why he’s unfavored by both parents.
But Jiang Tao, with a tip-off from the Daily Intelligence System, knows the gist of it.
He estimates that Zhang Chao’s parents adopted him back then because they couldn’t have their own kids.
Then a few years later, they unexpectedly conceived.
With the birth of their biological son, naturally, the adopted one received less affection.
This kind of situation isn’t unusual.
But such extre bias as in Zhang Chao’s family is rare.
Jiang Tao noticed Zhang Chao bringing up the topic, and a spark of inspiration flashed across his mind, making him smile and say:
"By the way, Chaozi, I’m telling you, recently I’ve been learning face reading from my Master, and I’ve really picked up a few skills."
"I’ve noticed that your features are identical to a rich man’s son who’s being searched for on the internet."
"When I saw that missing child notice, I even thought about whether it was you when you were a kid."
"A rich man looking for his son? Brother Jiang, don’t tease . How could I have such a fate?"
Zhang Chao laughed and shook his head, feeling that such imnse wealth wouldn’t befall soone as unlucky as him.
"Hey, I’m serious, let show you."
Jiang Tao said as he reached into his pocket, took out his phone, opened the browser, and clicked on a page he had bookmarked.
This webpage covered the news of Beijing’s Xia Hualiangzi boss, Wang Minglong, offering a huge reward for his lost son.
In the report, there was a picture of a child who seed less than one year old, sitting in a stroller.
The child went missing because, when Wang Minglong’s wife took the child out to play, she answered a phone call.
In a blink, the child disappeared.
Afterwards, the couple searched for decades without any information about their son, but they never gave up.
In the decades of searching, as Wang Minglong’s business beca more successful, the promised reward grew higher as well.
Ten years ago, it was half a million; ten years later, it’s beco a million now.
"Look at your eyebrow distance, eye distance, eyebrow shape, eye shape, nose shape, they’re exactly the sa."
"I showed my Master your photo and the kid’s photo, and my Master also said isn’t this the sa person."
"You know my Master, right? In the field of Eight Characters and face reading, he’s absolutely top-notch."
Jiang Tao said, giving a thumbs-up as he continued:
"I may lack proficiency and get it wrong, but my Master, with decades of experience, has very keen eyes."
"Ah? Brother Jiang, are you serious or just ssing with ?"
Listening to Jiang Tao earnestly talking about face reading, Zhang Chao felt both surprised and slightly expectant.
Looking at the report about that big boss offering over a million just for a lead on his missing son,
that boss at least has to be a millionaire, right?
If he’s that boss’s son, wouldn’t he just take off right there?
Jiang Tao put down his chopsticks and said:
"Why would I ss with you about this? Do you think I’m the type to joke about this?"
"Doesn’t seem like it, but this thing feels a bit abstract."
Zhang Chao shook his head with a chuckle, feeling this whole thing was quite unreliable.
"Okay, Chaozi, give a few of your hairs, we’ll send your hair to President Wang, just like buying a lottery ticket."
Jiang Tao laughed and said: "If it doesn’t work out, we’ll forget it. But if it does, you’ll be set for life! Just don’t forget about then."
After hearing Jiang Tao’s proposal, Zhang Chao’s eyes lit up at the possibility.
He’d only lose a few hairs and the mailing fee at most.
What if it turned out to be true, just like Brother Jiang said, he wouldn’t have to worry about food and drink for the rest of his life.
Though improbable, what if?
Like buying a lottery ticket, despite the slim chances, once bought, there’s a glimr of hope for winning.
Even if it’s just a one-in-several-million chance, it’s still a chance.
If you spend nothing and don’t even buy a single ticket, then there’s absolutely no chance.
"Can this really work..."
Zhang Chao wondered when the conversation had taken such a strange turn.
How did the chat evolve into him being the long-lost son of a wealthy tycoon?
Even though he said, "Can this work," "Not very likely,"
but in his heart, he’d be lying if he said he had no expectation at all.
"I also feel you resemble that child in many ways, which is why I’m urging you to try."
"Gender, age, they all match, even the face matches."
"Why didn’t I suggest Liu Zhiyuan and Shan Yufei to try?"
"Although they’re about your age, their features don’t match at all, so there’s no point."
Jiang Tao’s sincere deanor almost convinced Zhang Chao.
"Alright, let’s give it a try."
"It’s almost a zero-cost investnt, with a potential return of tens or hundreds of thousands of tis, why not try?"
"Fine! I’ll listen to Brother Jiang, let’s give it a shot."
"If, hypothetically, if it’s true, Brother Jiang you’d be the greatest benefactor and patron in my life!"
"I, Zhang Chao, would never forget this kindness from you!"
Jiang Tao waved his hand with a smile and said, "It’s a bit premature to talk about that now. First, just get a few strands of hair, tomorrow I’ll take so ti to courier them to that person."
"Okay!"
Zhang Chao said no more and imdiately plucked a few strands of hair from his head, wrapped them in tissue paper, and handed them to Jiang Tao.
"This matter... I’ll leave it to Brother Jiang then."
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