Destined Entwining: Capturing My Devoted Beau

”Just looking at these two aspects, it indeed is like a gold belt encircled by verdant greenery, nestled along the mountain and river, a genuinely good dwelling place for the living!”

The short man in a suit felt his heart dangling in mid-air like a thread, just waiting for Lawrence Winters to utter the words ”however.”

Because they all understood Lawrence Winters’ style of speech, it was called holding back before the climax.

First, he raises you up high, then suddenly smashes you down with a thud.

The higher you ascend, the harder you fall.

But after waiting for a while, the one to say ”however” wasn’t Lawrence Winters, the Little Heavenly Master, but Nick Zeller, the Great Heavenly Master.

Nick Zeller stood with hands behind his back, raised his cane pointing toward the direction behind the mountain, shaking his head in regret: ”...However, whether that Thailand monk overlooked it carelessly or intentionally, there are two railway tracks up there.”

On the other side of the mountain nearby, several glistening railway tracks stretched out with an imposing manner.

Nick Zeller continued, ”The good gold belt encircled by verdant greenery has been ruined by these two railway tracks.”

”If you build a villa here, the first to suffer bad luck will be the ones who spend money to build the villa, followed by those who buy it.”

”If you don’t believe it, go ahead and build.”

”If you don’t meet misfortune, consider it my loss.”

After finishing, Nick Zeller turned to head back to the car.

The short man in a suit hesitated for a long time and asked, ”...But those two railway tracks are separated from the land our boss wants by a whole mountain!”

High-speed rail lines pass behind the mountain, and there’s a high-speed rail station not far from here.

They originally planned to drill a tunnel through the mountain after the villa complex was completed, allowing direct access to the high-speed rail on the other side of the mountain.

High-speed rails are inherently quiet, and with the mountain separating and the expansive green forest area in the middle, spanning several miles, there’s practically no noise. It’s a rare find where tranquility meets mobility.

These black-suited men were the reliable assistants of a real estate boss.

The short man in a suit talking to Nick Zeller and Lawrence Winters was the boss’s most formidable PR director.

Additionally, there were the investment director, finance director, operations director, and project director, all accompanied by their subordinates under orders to hear Nick Zeller’s closing statements.

Businessmen, especially those involved with real estate and construction, are very superstitious.

They must ensure good feng shui and check the calendar for an auspicious day to break ground before starting.

If a master says it’s bad, they definitely won’t touch it.

But such contrasting opinions from two masters are rarely encountered.

The group now was bewildered, truly bewildered.

Just as they were about to call the boss for guidance, they suddenly heard a sharp whistle getting closer and closer from the direction beyond the mountain.

With a deafening honk, they then felt the ground shaking crazily, as if thousands of horses were galloping all at once.

”An earthquake?! Damn it! Is it an earthquake?!”

The group of black-suited men behind them started shouting.

Nick Zeller, who was striding ahead proudly, took a step and almost stumbled.

”An earthquake?!” His face changed dramatically, hastily tossed aside the rattan cane used for theatrics, instinctively grabbed onto Lawrence Winters who was following him, and ran forward like the wind.

His tall and chubby body suddenly became agile as a rabbit.

Lawrence Winters was also terrified, losing the cool mystique he previously had, and clutching Nick Zeller’s hand with tears in his voice, asked, ”...Uncle, is it really an earthquake???”

Nick Zeller didn’t have time to explain, just raced forward with her.

In the next second, the familiar down-to-earth pop song ”Wild Wolf Disco” ringtone, with full vigor, suddenly blared from Nick Zeller’s pocket.

”Song of thunder, moving yet bringing the thunder back, Zai la Sen Yi bar, doesn’t matter how you groove.”