Chapter 10: Never Tell Ai Xiaomei

Liu Mingfeng and the others were all in shock, including Liu Haoyu, who had just entered the room and overheard the phrase "no upper limit."
"Could you explain a bit more clearly?" Liu Mingfeng asked.
"It's like this—the 'no upper limit' mainly refers to the jade on the tiger fish's body, which could still undergo unknown changes. And as it grows, what quality of jade it will produce is difficult to judge at this point."
"So in other words, it's all about the fish's potential for growth!"
Liu Haoyu walked over, listening to the appraisers as they examined and explained.
Just as he was about to ask something, Liu Mingfeng gestured for him to hold his tongue for now.
"The value of one hundred is definitely there, right?"
"Yes!"
"Good, then thank you all for today!" Liu Mingfeng said, and had his assistant take them away to rest.
For private appraisals like this, there was always a generous gratuity, and the guests would be well entertained.
As he watched the appraisers leave, and the door closed, only Liu Mingfeng and his son, along with Liu Mingfeng's younger brother—Liu Haoyu's second uncle—remained in the villa.
"Haoyu, where did you get that fish?"
"From my uncle's house. Last night I came back with my aunt, and I already told second uncle about it," Liu Haoyu replied.
Actually, Liu Mingfeng had no idea about the situation; he hadn't been home last night either.
"Your uncle's house?"
"That's right. I found it there, just being raised as a goldfish!"
"How many in total?"
"Just one. Then uncle told me to bring it back, said it was a rare species and wanted it appraised for its value," Liu Haoyu said excitedly.
"So you see, just a single fish is worth more than we can imagine. Do you really think your uncle and aunt are ordinary people?"
"Dad, you're absolutely right. My uncle and aunt are definitely not ordinary."
"Then remember what I've told you: as long as you cling tightly to your aunt, this little villa of ours will soon be replaced by a much bigger one."
Liu Haoyu nodded vigorously. These past few days, he and his father finally shared a unified opinion, and after several encounters with Yang Fan, even he, the spoiled rich kid, found himself subtly influenced.
"By the way, Dad, I think I won't go to work at the company anymore. I want to start a business with uncle."
"Good, that's ambitious." In the past, Liu Mingfeng would see his son as a disappointment, but now, he saw nothing but promise.
"Haoyu, second uncle supports you too!"
"Thank you, second uncle!" Liu Haoyu exclaimed, full of excitement.

"Here, take this card, consider it my early investment! Also, the house your uncle rented, and the one next door—what's the name again?"
"Xu Zihan!"
"Right, Xu Zihan. I’ve already arranged for both their houses to be bought. In a while, you'll take the paperwork to them." Liu Mingfeng smiled.
"But Dad, why don’t you buy the floor beneath uncle’s as well? That’s where I’ll live in the future!"
"Alright, I’ll buy it! A few properties, your father can still invest in those." Liu Mingfeng laughed heartily, clearly delighted.
Not only was he pleased with Liu Haoyu; even the villa’s staff—the aunt who bought groceries, the young woman who cooked—were amazed at how this spoiled child had finally grown up.
In a quiet room of the villa, Liu Mingfeng and his brother were deep in conversation.
"Big brother, this tiger fish holds enormous business potential."
"Don’t rush. Yang Fan surely has more than one. Once things settle down, we’ll host a family gathering and talk again." Liu Mingfeng spoke calmly.
"Big brother, this path is definitely the right one. The Liu family is destined to prosper."
"Indeed. And there's more—some things aren't about money. Have you considered how Yang Fan and Xiaomei communicate, and how they knew Old Li’s secrets?"
"Big brother, you mean they possess abilities we can’t understand?"
"That’s my guess. That fish outside is the best evidence. If we’re wrong, it’s a genetically modified goldfish."
"Right, I’ve been wondering too. If it was originally a tiger fish, why feed it goldfish food? And the fish tank..."
"So you see, this isn’t just the right path—it’s the perfect one!" Liu Mingfeng laughed again.
"By the way, send them another car!"
"Don’t worry, big brother, I’ll take care of it."
At the courier company, Yang Fan and Zhao Jing barely spoke that morning, mainly because their roles were so different.
At nine-thirty, Yang Fan returned from a delivery, then applied for two days off. As an intern, he often had to return to school.
"You’re leaving already?"
"No, not until after ten!" Yang Fan handed his leave request to Zhao Jing.
This was the so-called office, and Zhao Jing was in charge of leave requests.
"Yang Fan, taking time off again?" Someone greeted him in the office.
"Yes, again. Honestly, going to school just means sitting in the big conference room for two days—so boring."
"Why not just skip it then?"
"They take attendance. If I don’t go, I won’t get my diploma next year—that’d be trouble," Yang Fan replied casually.

He stood beside Zhao Jing, and the subtle relationship between them was clear to everyone in the office.
Everyone recognized Yang Fan’s handwriting, and yesterday Zhao Jing had uploaded their marriage contract...
"You two are in the honeymoon phase!"
"Right, Zhao Jing’s been here so long and barely spoke to anyone. It’s only since you arrived that she’s said more than a few words."
The office was filled with laughter, except for two people in the corner who remained silent, their gazes slightly cold.
"You’re back at work the day after tomorrow?"
"Yes. I guess the teachers aren’t ready to let us go. Once the big lecture ends, it’ll probably be nine o’clock at night!"
"That sounds exhausting!" Zhao Jing’s eyes remained clear and bright.
...
As they chatted, Yang Fan’s phone rang. He waved goodbye to everyone, especially Zhao Jing, then headed downstairs.
Liu Haoyu was waiting by the roadside. Yang Fan got into the car, and saw the back seat piled with things.
"Haoyu, are you moving?"
"Moving in with you all. By the way, here are the documents for four apartments."
Yang Fan flipped through them casually, and smiled wryly, "Looks like your dad really can’t bear to see you suffer."
"My dad was overjoyed this morning. By the way, uncle, the appraisers have confirmed it—the value of that tiger fish is over a million, with no upper limit."
"That matches my estimate. One fish for a million—if we sell three or five, we’ll have the initial investment we need for our film company." Yang Fan instantly felt happy.
"Uncle, you mean there’s more than one tiger fish?"
"Of course there is. There’s as many as we need. But never tell anyone else—this is our family’s secret," Yang Fan warned.
"Understood!" Liu Haoyu replied calmly, though his heart was in upheaval.
"Also, when we sell, you’ll keep the money. From now on, you’ll be our company’s treasurer—the most important position. And make sure you never tell Ai Xiaomei, understand?" Yang Fan reminded him sternly.
"Uncle, why?"
"Are you stupid? If she knows all the money’s with me, she’ll find a way to move it to her place, and then what would we do?"
Liu Haoyu nodded vigorously, suddenly feeling the weight of his responsibility...