Hu Ping'an said with a casual laugh.
Gao Haitao chuckled. "Right? Danxia Mountain is a blessed land of the Daoist School. President Lin must have something he wants to ask about."
This sort of thing wasn't unusual.
Making money depends on good fortune, and business owners, big or small, were all at least a little superstitious.
Hu Ping'an thought of his own circumstances and sighed. "You have a point. When we see him later, I can chat with the Master, too. See what he has to say to me."
Gao Haitao knew a little about his situation.
"Sure thing. Besides, you've finally turned a corner after hitting rock bottom. President Lin treats the friends and brothers close to him very well. It won't take more than a few years for you to get back on your feet. You're still young, in the prime of your life."
