In the business field, God really doesn't help to make it clear, no matter how hard he works, if he invests, he will lose everything.

Hui Ling handed him the 10 million yuan passbook and cried to him about what had just happened. Hui Ling's suicide did not make him tremble, and Zheya's rescue of Hui Ling did not surprise him, but he just let out a blank "um" and fell into deep thought......

That was ten years ago......

On Yuelu Mountain, Yan Ming is walking.

When he came to the Aiwan Pavilion, he saw a white-haired old man giving faces, and there was a bamboo pole erected in front of the white-haired old man, and a white cloth floated on the bamboo pole, and the white cloth read "Shenxiang Gu Zhuangzi".

He was so excited that he squeezed into the crowd and asked the old man to look at him. The old man looked at him carefully, and then told him: You have ten years of calamities, and in the next ten years, you will taste all the ups and downs of the world, lose your wealth, lose your relatives, have no faithful friends, have no hopelessness, and have a bleak future......

I didn't believe it, and said to the old man: I am now studying for graduate school, and my future is bright, your old man must be mistaken!

The old man said, "Believe it or not."

The old man replied: "Ten years from now, it will be a great thing!" At that time, there will be nobles to help you, and you will sweep away the bad luck of ten years and become a hot legend......

What kind of legend? Just be a rich man!) Yan Ming muttered with a smile.

Ten years have passed.

Of course not, it is exactly in line with what the white-haired old man said, he is now in debt, surrounded by creditors all day long, and his life and death are unpredictable.

What a decade it was!

Yan Ming thought: I graduated from graduate school that year, and only a few months after returning to work in the unit, I went to the sea to do business, and later engaged in real estate. In the first two years, business seemed to be doing well. Later, macroeconomic control, the whole real estate fever suddenly dropped to zero. So he lost all the tens of millions of yuan he earned. The house leak was rained overnight, the villager cheated 1 million, the classmate took 500,000, and the best friend owed 2 million...... What kind of life is this, and when he returns to Longcheng without a penny, he still has to build up debts! Later, he successively scraped together one or two million yuan to start some small businesses, but as a result, he lost all of them after several businesses. In just one or two years, they fell into a desperate situation again. Today, apart from death, I am afraid that nothing else can solve the problem......

Thinking of this, Yan Ming sighed deeply. Only Hui Ling understands him best, and only Hui Ling knows that he is now a dead end! If he must die, Hui Ling will not live alone. It's normal for Hui Ling to want to kill herself......

Speaking from the bottom of my heart, Yan Ming was very unconvinced: Is it true that I am not good at this? Am I born a stupid talent? Probably not, this can be proved by my academic qualifications! Blame me for my bad luck?

If, as the white-haired old man said, there will be some noble person to help in ten years, then now is the time!

If you want me to commit suicide, I'm really not convinced!

Perhaps, Zheya is a nobleman, otherwise, how could he send money to Huiling?

In fact, I don't even know a guy named Zheya!

Is my destiny going to change, or will my hard work be rewarded?

Yan Ming woke up from his contemplation and said to Hui Ling, "The next time you see Zheya, you must invite him to come to your house and say that I really want to see him." ”

Hui Ling's expression was blank and she didn't react.

Yan Ming suddenly felt sorry for Hui Ling, and he should comfort her a few words, but, what to say?

He looked at Hui Ling guiltily, and from Hui Ling's tearful eyes, he suddenly understood, and those resentful eyes were saying to him: I can't eliminate your misfortune, you are in a desperate situation, I don't want to see you die......

Yan Ming hugged Hui Ling tightly, and tears fell into Hui Ling's shawl hair.

However, he still didn't say a word of comfort to Hui Ling.