The Grandmaster's Revelation

He held up the photo high, like a victorious gladiator. He waved the photo, trying to display the image on it to everyone around: "Look, look, Vivian is pregnant, she and Qi Gu are so intimate... The two of them must have—"
Wei Cai's words were cut short, interrupted by Han Yun Shu, who could no longer tolerate it and kicked him. Wei Cai immediately felt a sharp pain in his chest, spitting out bile.
Damn it! This Han Yun Shu truly doesn't know what's good for him!
He was helping him expose the "green hat," yet he still hit him!
Looking at the photo Wei Cai held up as evidence, everyone present quickly whispered amongst themselves.
"This photo really looks like Vivian. I once attended a charity gala with her; she was wearing this spring-colored bracelet last time... But who is Qi Gu?"
"Haven't heard much about him. Could he be a minor idol that you young people hype up?"
"But didn't President Han just say Qi Gu is a great benefactor to their family? How could such a minor figure have such a great favor with the Han family? Could it be... President Han was truly provoked, and his anger turned into fury, causing him to hit this person?"
"It's not impossible."
"Tsk tsk tsk, I advised him earlier to quickly divorce and marry a younger wife, with good genes to have a child, otherwise, who would inherit this vast family fortune in the future? As a result, he got angry hearing this, saying he wanted to cease cooperation with me. We're all men, don't I know what men are like? What is he pretending to be noble for in front of me?"
"That's not necessarily true. What if this person was eager to do righteous deeds and saved Madam Han?"
"That's right, I still trust Old Han's character."
"You have a bunch of mistresses yourself, don't drag all us men down. My wife is the white moonlight I painstakingly pursued, and I wouldn't want her to feel wronged."
The discussion here was lively, subtly tending towards an argument.
President Qian, the host of the banquet, quickly spoke: "Gentlemen, please stop talking. Let's first hear President Han's intentions. We are all friends; speculating about others' private matters like this is not good."
President Qian held status in the industry and had a powerful background behind him, so his words naturally carried weight.
The whispers completely ceased. Everyone curiously looked towards Han Yun Shu, waiting for him to speak.
Han Yun Shu directly snatched the photo from Wei Cai, who was still nauseous, and pointed to the left trouser leg of the leather shoe and a hand wearing a watch in the photo: "I was the one who actively suggested inviting Grandmaster Qi to dinner. This meal was also eaten by the three of us together. I just stepped out to use the restroom. You see, the watch, the leather shoes, and even the suit are the ones I'm wearing now."
Everyone immediately leaned in closer, looking carefully.
"Oh, don't tell me, it's really true."
"These media people nowadays really know how to take words out of context. If President Han hadn't coincidentally been in the photo, it really couldn't have been clearly explained."
"That's right, that's right. It's good that it can be clearly explained now."
"So what about this person? Just throw him out directly?"
President Qian called security: "Escort this person out, then give him some medical expenses. Investigate how he got his invitation. From now on, he'll be blacklisted from my banquets. I won't invite someone who doesn't know the gravity of the situation."
Wei Cai, from the moment Han Yun Shu pointed out and confirmed the hand in the photo belonged to him, was completely paralyzed. He couldn't utter a single word of defense, like a pile of mud, he was dragged by his arms and legs by security out of the banquet estate.
His designer suit was stained with blood and vomit. He called several taxis, but the drivers all refused to take him. He could only walk towards the foot of the mountain, intending to find a roadside store to change clothes and then catch a ride.
At this moment, he completely hated Qi Gu and Han Yun Shu, feeling that these two were his jinxes. His mind was filled with thoughts of what to do next. As a result, he wasn't careful while walking and stepped on a mineral water bottle.
His entire body immediately lost balance and fell to the ground. Instinctively, he used the back of his hand to brace himself, to prevent his still-aching ribs from being injured a second time.
But immediately after, he heard a crisp "crack."
His heart "thumped" and sank. Wei Cai lowered his head and saw that the diamond-encrusted watch worth 1.99 million on his wrist now had its watch face split in half, and the hands inside were also bent, severely damaged.
Damn it! Why did he save that bit of money and not buy insurance for a watch that cost more than ten thousand!
In other words, if this watch was damaged, he would have to pay for it entirely himself!
Wei Cai, who had just worn his prestigious watch and sat in a magnificent supercar, had nothing left of that aura. At this moment, only complete regret and suffering remained.
So damaged... how much would the repairs cost?
He still had nearly a million in savings, but that was his entire fortune accumulated through more than ten years of hard work!
Before last year, before meeting Director Li, his income and expenses were basically just enough to live on. It was only after he started introducing business to Director Li that he began to make money.
Wei Cai was thinking about how he could trick Director Li out of some money to resolve this matter when he received a frantic, life-threatening phone call.
"Hello, Director Li?" Wei Cai tried to straighten his tongue to speak.
"What the hell were you doing at President Qian's banquet just now, huh? President Qian's assistant just called me to say that I won't be invited to President Qian's banquets anymore. You know that the capital comes from my father's connections, and I wouldn't dare offend him. How dare you offend him?" Director Li ranted, giving Wei Cai no chance to retort, and then directly hung up.
By the time Wei Cai called back, it was just "The number you have dialed is busy."
Clearly, Director Li had blocked him.
Unlucky. This year was truly an unlucky year.
Wei Cai's mind raced for a solution—Director Li probably wouldn't stay angry for long. As long as he could provide a few more handsome young men to the other party, his anger would soon dissipate.
As for Han Yun Shu wanting to make things difficult for him, that was beyond his reach. The other party was in architecture, while he was in entertainment.
Therefore, the most important thing was still to make things difficult for Qi Gu!
If the business world was out of reach... he should try going to the Film and Television Bureau to report Qi Gu, asking why such an inferior artist could still appear in public now.
Yes, that's exactly what he would do!
*
Inside the banquet, after the small incident concluded, it returned to a scene of lavish and bustling feasting.
"Grandmaster Qi? Little Brother Han, do you mean this young man is a Grandmaster?" President Qian grasped the key point, asking for details of Han Yun Shu's work.
He knew Han Yun Shu had always been skeptical of gods and ghosts, but now, he could hear the two words "Grandmaster" from his mouth.
Thus, it was evident that this Grandmaster must truly possess real talent.
These older presidents usually didn't go online, so they didn't know that Qi Gu was already very famous among the younger generation. It is said that the richer one is, the more superstitious one becomes. These presidents were naturally the same, and immediately their eyes lit up as they looked at Han Yun Shu, with an attitude that they wouldn't let him go if he didn't explain clearly.
Seeing this, Han Yun Shu felt that being known by many presidents might not be a bad thing, and Grandmaster Qi could also earn some more remuneration. So he said: "Do you all know about the incident where my Xiao Song was kidnapped as a child?"
"Of course."
"What? Could it be that Grandmaster Qi helped President Han find Xiao Song? How about a bloodline verification? President Han, you shouldn't be so eager to seek death by being deceived."
Han Yun Shu said: "No, we didn't do that, but Xiao Song was indeed found. It's just that he is no longer with us; what we found were his remains."
The entire hall was horrified: "Then, then you and Madam... Our condolences."
Having reached middle age and still having to hear such bad news, yet Han Yun Shu could still attend the banquet in high spirits. This showed his strong ability to adjust his mood.
"Who said we want to suppress our grief? Vivian is pregnant again now." Han Yun Shu said this with a gentle smile, showing no trace of the sorrowful father he had just portrayed.
"Oh, oh, oh, that's right. Since you have a new child, President Han, you should still look forward."
"Congratulations, congratulations."
Han Yun Shu suddenly spoke again, saying something earth-shattering: "The child in Wei Wei's womb right now is still our Xiao Song. This was revealed to us by the Grandmaster."
Everyone present:!!!!!!!
Good heavens, if there was such a capable Grandmaster, why didn't you tell us brothers earlier, why didn't you tell us earlier!
Among them, a wealthy businessman whose son went to study abroad and was accidentally buried in a landslide while saving students, and whose remains had not yet been found, immediately had tears in his eyes and grabbed Han Yun Shu's arm: "President Han, please quickly tell me how to contact this Grandmaster... I beg you!"
He had hired rescue teams and sought out fortune-tellers, only hoping to find his son's remains for burial and peace.
But he had long since despaired.
Every time he heard of a slightly effective Master, he would personally go to their door to ask for help, but each time, it brought him only despair.
The other presidents all knew about this wealthy businessman's son's situation and immediately stopped arguing, instead vying for Grandmaster Qi.
Han Yun Shu said: "Of course, of course, you don't need to be so polite; you'll be the death of me."
The old wealthy businessman: "As long as that Grandmaster can help me find my son's remains, I, this old man, am willing to kowtow."
His wife passed away early when his son was five years old. At that time, he was not yet a wealthy businessman. He and his deceased wife were both teachers at an old school in the mountains.
They were assigned there, and during their time together, feelings gradually developed. They shared the same ideals and aspirations, naturally came together, and gave birth to the crystallization of their love.
But five years later, one morning, a female student with excellent grades in his wife's class suddenly didn't come to school. His wife took advantage of the lunch break to go to the girl's house to look for her, and just happened to see the girl being promised in marriage by her father to a man over thirty years old. That man was pulling the skinny girl, who couldn't be skinnier, with two pigtails, out of the house.
The girl struggled desperately but to no avail, seeing herself being dragged further and further away.
His wife rushed forward to stop them, was pushed away by the man, and her occiput accidentally hit a shovel by the roadside, blood flowing everywhere.
In the end, his wife died, the man was imprisoned, and the girl temporarily didn't have to marry.
The old wealthy businessman took his son and left that place. His heart was too painful, and he began to venture into business.
Later, his son grew up and told his father that he wanted to be like his mother, to contribute to the cause of education, and also wanted to see the place where his parents once lived.
His fate was indeed similar to his mother's; it did not end well.
Having successively lost his wife and son, the old wealthy businessman often recalled every mistake, every act against his conscience he had committed in his life, wondering if he had done something wrong, and that was why retribution fell upon them.
Or perhaps, it was just his bad luck, just a coincidence.
Like his wife, who was just pushed, and happened to hit a shovel. Like his son, who just happened to be buried in a landslide.
How many unexpected accidents, natural disasters, and man-made calamities happen every day in this world? Who can say for sure?
He only hated, only resented, why all these things happened to him alone.