In some sense, a person’s financial luck in this life is truly predestined. As long as one works hard enough, the share of wealth that belongs to them is guaranteed to come.
After Chen Rou issued a bounty on the firearms, thirty percent of the people in Kowloon swarmed the unfinished building, tearing it apart until they reached the bedrock. Some even unearthed a stone with a turtle pattern from deep underground, upon which a faint character for "fortune" could be seen. The person who dug the deepest made a small fortune, as the Nie Family later paid 500,000 for the stone and promptly buried it again. But every climax must have its curtain call; once people realized there was nothing left to dig, they all dispersed.
However, there was one person who felt deeply wronged: a paparazzi photographer who had once maintained his dignity while snapping photos of Zhang Ziqiang at the tunnel entrance. He had clearly captured the entire sequence of events involving that sultry female bodyguard, but somehow, the shots had been snatched away by some doomed soul. Zhang Ziqiang himself wasn't worth much—only 3 million—but the TV station had been willing to pay 5 million for the sultry bodyguard. Now, it was all gone. He felt a profound sense of grief and injustice; the massive disparity in value left him breathless. Every night, like a wandering ghost, he lugged his camera through the streets of Hong Kong, searching for his 5 million.
Chapter 415