55: Chapter 55: The Tables Turned 55: Chapter 55: The Tables Turned His phone buzzed with a new ssage, an alert from the bank account linked to his mobile.
Yusuf Zuck saw a 2 and a 5 followed by five zeros, adding up to two million five hundred thousand.
The mont Yusuf Zuck saw the amount, he lost his composure.
He had thought that John Ac might transfer him at most three hundred thousand or five hundred thousand, but the tycoon had sent him a whopping two and a half million!
With the previous cash amount of five hundred thousand, that made it a full three million.
In an instant, Yusuf Zuck had beco a millionaire!
The reason he had beco a millionaire was because he, a fake doctor, had cured soone’s illness.
“Ring, ring, ring~” Yusuf Zuck was stepping into the elevator when his phone rang.
The caller ID showed it was the long-legged flight attendant, Clara Zuck.
“Hello,” Yusuf Zuck answered politely.
“Doctor Zhang, please check your bank balance later.
My company has just transferred two and a half million to you.
The reason for this particular amount is simple: over the past few months, I’ve traveled everywhere and spent more than three million, but my condition still hadn’t improved.
Thanks to you, I’ve got my life back.
Once I’m fully recovered, I’ll definitely treat Doctor Zhang to a drink!” The voice on the other end wasn’t Clara Zuck, but John Ac, who hadn’t fully recovered yet, but was clearly speaking with newfound vigor.
“Thank you, take care of yourself!” Yusuf Zuck replied with a smile.
“I will.
Doctor Zhang, I have to go now, but let’s keep in touch.” Having said that, John Ac hung up.
“I’ve struck it rich, struck it rich.” Once the call ended, an ecstatic Yusuf Zuck took several deep breaths.
Just by playing doctor, he had cleared three million!
With this money, he could buy a property outright in the capital.
Just a few days before, his dream had been to buy a modest apartnt in the capital and a car worth less than a hundred thousand, leading a narrow petit-bourgeois life.
But in just a few days, his dream had been realized.
With these three million, he could skip twenty years of struggle.
“Hmm, I won’t worry about the future for now.
Ms.
Wilcox has been good to , and it was because of her that I started this journey.
If it hadn’t been for her, I wouldn’t have been electrocuted; without the electrocution, I wouldn’t have these abilities.
Besides, I promised to protect her, so now that I have the money, I’ll stay quiet and wealthy and continue my duties as a bodyguard.” Yusuf Zuck quickly made up his mind.
For the short term, he would make a fortune in silence.
Later, when Ruth Wilcox no longer needed him, he would choose to leave and might even start a business or make other investnts.
When Yusuf Zuck arrived at the hotel lobby, Ainsley McCann hadn’t co over, and after looking around, he couldn’t find her, so he decided to call her.
“Where are you?” Yusuf Zuck asked.
Ainsley McCann laughed, “I took the bus and left.”
“Why?” Yusuf Zuck was puzzled; Ainsley McCann was turning down money?
Ainsley McCann responded, “What do you an why?
Treat to a al when you’re back in the capital.
I don’t want your money!”
Hearing her words, Yusuf Zuck felt a sense of warmth.
This Mongolian beauty was truly kind, not one to be lured by money.
Still, he teased her over the phone, “Are you afraid I’ll eat you up?”
“Would you dare to now?” Ainsley McCann retorted, smirking.
“Err…
no, I wouldn’t!” Yusuf Zuck imdiately rembered that Ainsley McCann was on her period.
Even if she let him, he wouldn’t dare.
“Haha, I’ve changed my mind, you’ll treat to ten als, do you agree?”
“No problem.”
Giggling, Ainsley McCann replied, “Smart choice.
Hanging up now, let’s keep in touch.”
“Sure, call when you’re in the capital.” Yusuf Zuck politely exchanged farewells with Ainsley McCann before hanging up.
Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Ruth Wilcox erged with two n in suits, each carrying a briefcase.
“Just perform normally tomorrow, Vice President Parker is your alumnus and he’s very interested in your ngdu project.”
“Also, get that project proposal ready as soon as possible.
If you need any help, call anyti.”
“Thank you, I understand.” Ruth Wilcox said with a smile, casual and natural.
She didn’t seem subservient or domineering; she simply exuded the confidence and composure of a powerful woman in the workplace.
At that mont, Yusuf Zuck was standing in the lobby.
Ruth Wilcox saw him, but she didn’t greet him; she just gave him a quick glance and continued to escort the two n in suits outside.
After the two n in suits departed by car, Ruth Wilcox returned, and Yusuf Zuck imdiately followed.
“Why are you here?
Where’s Sara?” Ruth Wilcox asked with confusion.
“Sara went out to play with her classmates; she didn’t want to disturb you, so she didn’t call you.”
“Oh, let’s plan for tomorrow afternoon then; unless there are changes, we will all take the afternoon off tomorrow and go find her to explore Shanghai.” Ruth Wilcox was truly busy; she had to redo her business proposal that evening, and the next day she was scheduled to present it at Parker’s headquarters, which ant she had to be thoroughly familiar with the proposal content tonight.
After the group went upstairs, Ruth Wilcox continued working with her team, while Yusuf Zuck could only return to his room to rest.
At six in the evening, as Yusuf Zuck lay in bed half-asleep, his phone rang again.
It was the number of Scarlett Wolfe’s mother, Alec Petty.
Without guessing, he knew it must be another dinner invitation.
And as expected, once he answered the call, Alec Petty asked Yusuf Zuck if he had ti to go out for dinner.
Yusuf Zuck could only decline; Ainsley McCann had asked him out for dinner and he hadn’t agreed to that either.
He simply couldn’t step away from Ms.
Wilcox.
As a bodyguard, how could he leave on his own when his employer had co all the way to a foreign place?
After Yusuf Zuck declined once more, Alec Petty claid that her family was leaving Shanghai—on the morning flight the next day, back to Dalian.
Their family was from Dalian, not from Beijing; the only reason they had been in Beijing was to seek dical treatnt.
After exchanging courteous remarks over the phone, both parties hung up.
anwhile, in a shop at the Shanghai Nanjing West Road antique and rare stone market, three middle-aged n were sipping tea while appreciating a pair of walnuts on the table.
Yes, walnuts.
Various cultural playthings are fashionable now, and walnuts have beco quietly popular in recent years.
Pairs of walnuts with good shape, texture, weight, and hand feel could fetch extravagant prices.
Thousands, even tens of thousands, were commonplace, and there were rumors of pairs of walnuts selling for tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands.
It had to be said that there were many wealthy people, and even more so, those who acted on their wealth whimsically.
Ordinary folks might balk at spending a few hundred on walnuts for eating, but so wealthy enthusiasts would spend tens of thousands on a pair just to play with!
“Master Wu, you set a price; you’re the expert here.
These walnuts will be the treasure of my shop.” The speaker was a chubby man dressed in a Tang suit, holding a purple clay teapot, with a large ring on his finger and a bracelet of small Zitan wood on his wrist.
When the chubby man laughed, his eyes narrowed to slits.
Of course, the “Master Wu” he addressed was not an elderly old man but a middle-aged one in his forties, wearing a long robe, which was quite an unusual sight in modern tis.
Indeed, the robe was rely work clothing; in these antique shops, many wore robes and would take them off after work when they returned ho.
Master Wu was also drinking tea, but his cup was not a cup nor a purple clay pot, but a large tea jar with the words “Serve the People” written on it, clearly a relic with a few years behind it, likely from the 70s or 80s of the previous century.
The inside of the jar was coated with a thick layer of tea stain.
After taking a sip of tea, Master Wu said, “Let’s make it four hundred and eighty thousand.
These two-hundred-year-old dull-tipped lion’s head walnuts are worth that much!”
“Done.
With your appraisal, I’d like to see who else would dare to disagree,” said the Tang-suited chubby man, who rose to his feet, cheerfully grabbed the walnuts, and left.
“Master Wu, that’s it for today.
Don’t forget, tomorrow afternoon at three, we’ll et up and wreck Old Huang’s place!” Another person stood up to say goodbye, smirking as if they were about to do sothing mischievous.
Master Wu laughed heartily, “If he knew I was coming, he would definitely cancel tomorrow’s appraisal eting.”
“Eh, your presence is an honor for him,” the man replied.
“The real can’t be faked, and the fake can’t beco real.”
Master Wu shook his head with a smile, not saying more, and saw the two out with a bowing farewell.
Shortly after their departure, Master Wu received a call claiming that the person had been found, staying at the Marriott Hotel.
After so thought, Master Wu said, “Find the ti, create the opportunity, and handle it gracefully.
Invite the person over.
Rember, it should be done gracefully.”
“Understood, Uncle Wu,” the call ended.
Master Wu was indeed the Uncle Wu sought by the “Beijing Brother.”
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