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They sat by the window, where they could see the bustling street scene outside.

Gao Qilin ordered some food that the old beggar might like and took the initiative to talk to him.

As the two began to chat, the old beggar's eyes revealed a wisdom and resilience that moved Gao Qilin deeply.

You just said that immersing oneself in the world for too long will cause one to lose oneself.

"So how do you maintain your inner balance?" Gao Qilin asked gently.

The old beggar smiled softly, gazing out the window at the bustling 16th Street.

"Everyone needs to find their own place and mission."

"For me, inner balance comes from recognizing and accepting life."

"Whether it is hardship or glory, it is a necessary stop on the road to growth."

Gao Qilin listened to the old beggar's calm voice, as if he were hearing a humble and wise elder sharing his life experiences.

He carefully observed the old beggar's eating habits and found that the old beggar's eating habits were not like those of poor people.

Although he was dressed in rags and looked disheveled and worn, he exuded an elegance and composure, which surprised Gao Qilin.

The old beggar picked up his chopsticks with his thin, delicate fingers and gently picked up the food with clean, efficient movements.

He chewed each bite of food, savoring its flavor.

These details made Gao Qilin begin to doubt the old beggar's true identity.

"You don't seem like a poor person at all."

Gao Qilin suddenly broke the silence and revealed his thoughts to the old beggar.

The old beggar looked up at Gao Qilin and smiled slightly.

"Are you talking about the way I eat? Do you believe I was once a powerful business tycoon?"

"Even though I live this kind of life now, I still retain the elegance and composure I once had."

A hint of surprise flashed in Gao Qilin's eyes.

Are you implying that you have status?

The old beggar nodded.

Gao Qilin silently accepted the old beggar's words, and he began to understand that this ragged old man was not just an ordinary beggar.

He believed that the old beggar harbored an unspeakable story and a hidden talent.

"Are you willing to follow me?" Gao Qilin suddenly asked.

The old beggar hesitated for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "Let's forget about it."

"This is a credit card with a balance of 100,000 yuan."

Gao Qilin said calmly.

The moment the old beggar took the credit card, a calm yet incredibly joyful light flashed in his eyes.

He suppressed his excitement and smiled as he looked at Gao Qilin.

"Young man, thank you."

The old beggar said gratefully, "I promise to follow you."

Gao Qilin nodded, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"Although I don't know your past or your true identity, I believe you are a talented person."

The old beggar smiled and shook his head.

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"Perhaps my talent has long been worn away by the years."

……

Gao Qilin led the old beggar into the spacious house, where the yard was filled with greenery and flowers.

Sunlight filters through the trees, casting shadows on the ground and creating a sense of tranquility and comfort.

The room was clean and bright, filled with a warm atmosphere.

Gao Qilin led the old beggar into the living room, and he noticed that the old beggar's skin was somewhat dirty.

He thoughtfully prepared toiletries for the old beggar and turned on the tap for him in the washroom.

Warm water slid down the old beggar's fingers, then was washed away by the flowing mud, leaving behind a pair of clean and delicate hands.

Chapter 712 An Opportunity for You, Do You Want It?

Looking at this scene, Gao Qilin was filled with endless emotions.

When the old beggar looked up, a look of surprise flashed across Gao Qilin's eyes.

He discovered that the old beggar was none other than Yuan Hua, who had once been known as a jewelry tycoon!

It's unbelievable that this once incredibly wealthy and powerful business tycoon has fallen to such a state.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, Gao Qilin took the initiative to approach the old beggar and start a conversation.

Gao Qilin followed the old beggar into the living room, his gaze falling on an antique vase placed in a corner.

"Young man, this vase is a fake."

Yuan Hua said thoughtfully.

Gao Qilin knew in his heart that he could no longer harbor any doubts about Yuan Hua.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the vase's texture was rough and uneven, making it appear somewhat out of place compared to other genuine antiques.

He had never noticed this before, but now that Yuan Hua had pointed it out, he suddenly felt that he could be quite suspicious.

He asked curiously, "Why were you able to tell it was a fake?"

Yuan Hua smiled and explained, "I have been in the jewelry industry for many years and also have some knowledge of antiques."

"The patterns and craftsmanship of this vase are simply incomparable to those of a genuine antique."

"Furthermore, the fact that the people guarding the mansion have consistently avoided talking about it speaks even more to the point."

Gao Qilin listened intently, and his interest in this seemingly unremarkable old man grew even stronger.

"Mr. Yuen Wah, after you lost everything, do you think this life of pursuing the truth is more meaningful than before?"

After a moment of silence, Yuan Hua smiled and replied, "In the business world, we are often misled by power and wealth."

"And it is only when all of this slips through our fingers that we truly understand what we really desire."

"For me, pursuing the truth and starting over is my biggest motivation right now."

Gao Qilin sensed the deeper meaning in Yuan Hua's words, and his pursuit of a business empire gradually changed.

He realized that the business world should not be limited to money and power, but also to the beauty of humanity and the pursuit of true values.

"Mr. Yuanhua, please stay here."

Gao Qilin said firmly, "I can let you stay here for a while. Maybe we can help each other."

Yuan Hua nodded gratefully: "Thank you for your hospitality."

……

In the darkness, the dim lights at the construction site illuminated the top floor of the Jian Gong Group building, which was under construction.

A tall, mysterious man dragged a migrant worker up the stairs.

The mysterious man stood in stark contrast to the migrant workers.

He was wearing a neat suit with clean lines and a faint scent of cologne.

The migrant workers, on the other hand, were thin and dirty, their clothes covered in mud and sweat.

They arrived at the top floor, where the mysterious man gripped the migrant worker's arm tightly, looking at him with a firm yet indifferent gaze.

“Do you know why I found you?” he asked.

A flicker of fear crossed the migrant worker's eyes.

"No, no, no, I really don't know."

He answered, trembling.

(Okay)

The mysterious man gently released his arm.

His tone was as calm as still water. "Now I'm giving you a chance."

The migrant worker looked at him in surprise, "Another opportunity?"

"Yes."

The mysterious man nodded. "If you help me with something, I'll give you 200,000 yuan from your family."

"Your family might need this money, right?"

The migrant worker hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.