"This girl is even more disappointing than I imagined, truly no surprise." Mr. Feng wiped his hands and tossed the towel into the trash can, "This is just too boring."
Regarding the Feng family’s inheritance rights, Housekeeper Xing dared not express his opinion lightly. He pulled out a rolled-up portrait from his sleeve and laid it out in front of Mr. Feng.
"Sir, we’ve created a portrait of the Mithril’s owner based on Julian’s description. I think you should take a look."
Originally, once the portrait was done, there was no need to show it to Mr. Feng. He only needed to instruct the people below to search based on the portrait, but once the final product was completed, he felt it was necessary for Mr. Feng to see it.
"Oh! Is there a surprise?"
"I think the Mithril’s owner greatly resembles Lady Zhenzhen." Housekeeper Xing replied respectfully.
Mr. Feng glanced casually, but when he saw the portrait, he was stunned. He leaned in for a closer look. The brows and eyes in the image did not resemble Zhenzhen, but rather resembled his sister.
"It’s simply too similar!" He marveled to himself.
Housekeeper Xing tilted his head and looked again, "I think it has a thirty percent resemblance to Lady Zhenzhen."
"It’s eighty percent!" Mr. Feng exclaid with surprise, "Eighty percent resemblance, that’s it, it must be."
Housekeeper Xing hesitated, "Sir, do you an..." Eighty percent resemblance? Is it eighty percent resemblance to Grand Aunt? Then... does it resemble more than Lady Zhenzhen?
"This must be my sister’s direct lineage, the true direct lineage." Mr. Feng excitedly paced back and forth in the study, finally stopping abruptly in front of Housekeeper Xing, "Xiao Xing, no matter what, find her. If I’m not mistaken, this is the real Sheng Ning, and the one in our family is just an imposter."
"Rest assured, as long as she appears, I will definitely find her." Housekeeper Xing smiled bitterly in his heart; now he feared nothing but the person becoming a frightened bird from past events, hiding away never to be seen.
This would undoubtedly increase the difficulty of his search.
"Thank you for your hard work." Mr. Feng patted Housekeeper Xing’s shoulder sincerely, "I’m most assured leaving this matter to you. Rember, don’t let others know."
"I understand, rest assured. How should we deal with the one at ho?"
"It’s a façade with remaining value; keep it for now!"
"Yes!"
****
Shen Feihu left high-profile, but returned low-key. After the nightti flight landed at the airport, the vehicle sent by the Provincial Rescue Center was already waiting. He still needed to report to the President, and also hand over ng Ping, this unruly kid.
"I said you can untie , can’t you?" ng Ping’s hands were bound, and his clothes were crumpled. Stepping off the plane, he looked like a lawless person being apprehended.
"Serves you right." Kong Jie laughed gleefully.
"Living Yama, quickly save ." ng Ping thrived in the Southern Border like a fish in water, discovering that place lacked any semblance of law and moral bottom line. Whoever has money, whoever’s fists are strong, their words hold weight.
A person like him was in heaven in the Southern Border. Not only did he lead a group of European hired soldiers, causing havoc and overthrowing countless big and small forces, but he also recouped all the money spent.
No wonder M country continuously invested heavily in the Southern Border; it turns out that place produces jade. This gigantic business opportunity was sothing ng Ping couldn’t possibly give up; after overthrowing the forces, he directly took over the jade mines.
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