"This is my master, Lin Xingnan, and the round-faced one is my martial uncle, Guo Cheng."
Li Yurou’s slender, jade-like fingers traced the photo frame. "That fellow, it’s alright if you don’t recognize my master, but you don’t even recognize my martial uncle?"
Lin Fan’s expression flickered. To maintain his image as a distinguished scholar, he didn’t lean in close, but his voice could be heard.
"Senior Guo has always been an object of my admiration, so of course, I recognize him."
"Good, let’s continue looking."
Li Yurou pointed the camera at another photograph.
In the photo, Lin Xingnan, in his early forties, had a stern expression. Beside him, a young man was slightly bowed, smiling and shaking his hand with great deference.
"Do you recognize this person?" Li Yurou asked, her tone rather smug.
Wang Ying shook her head. "No."
Sun Yang and the others also shook their heads.
"His name is Albert Yeung."
Li Yurou quickly revealed the answer.
"What?!"
"The boss of Emperor Entertainment!"
"Hiss~ Is that true?"
Everyone’s expressions changed, their faces filled with shock. For this name, anyone familiar with the entertainment industry knew it. Back then, Albert Yeung held immense sway in the entertainment world. He could make anyone famous, and anyone he disliked was immediately blacklisted. Yet, such a powerful figure was so respectful in front of Lin Xingnan, not daring to put on airs. It showed how formidable Lin Xingnan was in his prime!
Sun Yang and the others’ expressions shifted unpredictably; they already believed Li Yurou’s words by seven or eight parts. Wang Ying searched for photos of Albert Yeung on her phone and compared them multiple times. He indeed bore a strong resemblance to the older Albert Yeung, confirming it was the same person.
"He looks so much alike~"
"So, Albert Yeung was quite handsome when he was young. No wonder he could start an entertainment company from the beginning."
"Heh, who would have thought."
The others also searched for current photos of Albert Yeung on their phones, essentially confirming the authenticity of the picture.
"Cough, cough, next one, you probably won’t recognize them." Li Yurou cleared her throat, drawing everyone's attention.
Everyone leaned in, scrutinizing the photograph on the screen. Lin Xingnan, slightly younger than in the previous photo, stood in the center. On his left was a middle-aged man with a stern, square-shaped face, standing ramrod straight and unsmiling. On the other side stood a young man, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a seemingly harmless round face, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.
"Lin Fan, do you recognize him?" Li Yurou asked.
"No." Lin Fan shook his head. In his life, he had only traveled as far as Ganshui City once, and he didn't know many prominent figures.
"Heh heh." Li Yurou smiled triumphantly. "This one is Tseh Hsiang, and the younger one is Lui Lok. Don't you recognize them?"
Everyone shook their heads. Sun Yang had a vague impression but was afraid of saying the wrong thing and being ridiculed.
"You might not recognize Tseh Hsiang, but you must know the Sun Yee On he founded, right?" Li Yurou said with a tone of certainty.
"What? Sun Yee On!"
"Isn't that the famous triad boss from Hong Kong!" Everyone was shocked and stood up.
"And Lui Lok, Tseh Hsiang's brother-in-law, do you know who he is?"
Sun Yang immediately raised his hand and shouted, "I know! He's the prototype for 'Big Brother,' the Five Billion Dollar Detective, right?"
"Correct!" Li Yurou said gleefully. "When the Tseh family moved their ancestral graves, they invited my master to perform the ceremony, and that's how this photo was taken."
She walked back to her brother and picked up a thread-bound ancient book from the table. Li Yusheng could only offer a helpless wry smile. He knew his sister was still bothered by losing to Lin Fan, and now that she had an opportunity to show off, she would naturally do so to her heart's content.
"Do you know what this is?" Li Yurou pointed the camera at the ancient book with its yellowed cover.
"This..."
"Fu Zang?"
"What are you talking about? It's 'Gui Cang,' okay?"
Regarding the scribbled traditional characters, everyone had their own interpretations.
"You got it right, it’s 'Gui Cang,' it's the lost part of the 'I Ching.' It hadn't appeared in the world for two thousand years after the Qin Dynasty. My master found it overseas by chance and bought it back at a high price." Li Yurou placed the book back on the table and continued to show off. "Have you ever seen a table made of nanmu wood?"
Everyone was stunned. They were all wealthy and had a few small nanmu items at home. But compared to the table before them, it was like a speck of dust. Nanmu wood grows extremely slowly; a hundred years can only produce a small rafter. This large tabletop, over a meter wide, must have come from a tree at least seven or eight hundred years old! In ancient times, nanmu wood was exclusively for royalty. Ordinary people who dared to cut or use it would face the death penalty! What is true status? This nanmu wood desk is it!
"The bookshelf is made of small huanghuali."
"The floor is huanghuali."
Li Yurou introduced them one by one, eliciting continuous gasps from Sun Yang and the others. Although they were rich, they absolutely couldn't reach this level. The furniture in this study alone was of immeasurable value. If the antiques on the bookshelf were also included, this study would be worth at least several hundred million!
"Why do I feel something's not quite right?" Lin Fan asked, looking at Li Yurou on the phone screen. "Are you showing off your wealth?"
"I..."
*Slap!*
Li Yurou's face turned ashen, and she immediately hung up the video call.
"Sister, what's wrong?" Li Yusheng saw his sister pouting, her face almost like a bun, and asked with concern.
"Brother~" Li Yurou replied with a wronged tone. "That Lin Fan bullied me!"
"How did he bully you?" Li Yusheng took his sister’s arm and had her sit beside him.
"He actually said I was showing off my wealth to him!" Li Yurou clenched her small fists, looking as if she wanted to beat Lin Fan up. If only… her small fists couldn’t reach him across the thousands of miles.
"If it weren't for his innate unique eyes, what right would he have to compare himself to me?"
"Alright, alright, calm down." Li Yusheng gently consoled her. He thought to himself, his sister, aren't you also relying on your naturally intelligent mind and extraordinary physique to achieve such accomplishments at this age? Sometimes, he mused, the world perhaps truly belonged to a select few geniuses, while the masses lived ordinary lives, never to be mentioned in the annals of history.
"Hmph!" Li Yurou snorted coquettishly. "Once I fully comprehend the 'Tian Yu Jing,' I'll definitely get my revenge!"
"Ha!" Li Yusheng gave a helpless wry smile. The 'Tian Yu Jing' is the most important classic in Xuan Kong Feng Shui’s Qi calculation school, passed down from the Tang Dynasty, its author unknown. It was only after Jiang Dahong’s commentary in the late Qing Dynasty that the profound and obscure 'Tian Yu Jing' began to have a significant impact on the Feng Shui community. Later, many masters extensively annotated the 'Tian Yu Jing,' giving rise to countless schools. The 'Tian Yu Jing' that Li Yurou obtained is a printed edition of a Southern Song ancient manuscript, the closest to the original. For ordinary people, it is a complete enigma, utterly incomprehensible, including Li Yusheng.