Chapter 10 I Can Communicate with Gods

  "Brother, I'm at home, I've got some great stuff that will definitely surprise you, bring our appraiser over, and by the way, bring the security team together. Guo Yu calls Zhang Chong."

  "I've been waiting for you to say that, I've been waiting with bated breath. Wait for me to bring people over right away." Zhang Chong only said one sentence before hanging up the phone.

  More than an hour later, Zhang Chong led his men to kill at Guo Yu's house. The security team was waiting for orders downstairs, and Guo Yu, Zhang Chong, and appraiser Zhang Quanbao were identifying antiques in the room.

  After seeing these works, Zhang Chong and appraiser Old Zhang were both stunned. These paintings are too stunning, all of them are national treasure-level masterpieces, and in a provincial museum, they absolutely belong to the category of precious collections.

  With just these few pieces, it will definitely cause a sensation. Even with a few more second-rate works, it's enough to hold an exhibition.

  "Brother, I'm convinced, your handwriting is too big, I've been working in the auction house for so many years, but I really haven't seen anyone take out so many national treasure-level antiques at once. This level of antiques sometimes doesn't even have a few pieces sent to auction in a year, and they're all hidden at home." Zhang Chong's words were getting excited.

  "Don't worry, Da Yu. With these few things in my hands, I'll definitely make our 'Hua Fu' famous with one shot. Just watch." Zhang Chong said.

  "Of course I believe you," said Guo Yu, "I also have an idea, why not set our headquarters in Hong Kong? A free port would be more convenient for us to operate."

  "In Hong Kong, expenses are much higher, we just started out, is it suitable?" Zhang Chong asked.

  "It's possible that my next step is to immigrate to Hong Kong, which would be a way for me to get a head start. I'll also try to establish connections with Christie's auction house or Standard Chartered Bank. Just now, I'm handling the immigration to Hong Kong, and the money from the auction can be temporarily stored there." said Guo Yu.

  "Alright, this time I'll send the goods to Christie's for auction in autumn, and then take care of the Hong Kong matters. The autumn auction is still more than two months away, plenty of time. Zhang Chong thought it would be more beneficial in Hong Kong, so he agreed. After all, domestic sales of national treasure-level antiques are still heavily restricted, always wanting to collect them for the country, but not willing to spend much money."

  "This matter is now up to you to handle, I won't interfere anymore." Gu Yu said with a pat on Zhang Chong's shoulder.

  "You're also too careless, just don't want to come and take a look at our company, you are the chairman." Zhang Chong rolled his eyes at Guo Yu.

  "Alright, wait for a few more days, remember to make my office look nice and most importantly soundproof it, got it?" Guo Yu said with a sly tone.

  "Why is soundproofing good?" Zhang Chong didn't understand.

  "Because I want to recruit a beautiful female secretary, hahaahaha..." Guo Yu said and couldn't help but laugh himself.

  Zhang Chong took out the contract and had it signed by Guo Yu, then he took the antique calligraphy and painting back to the capital. Although it was his own company, necessary procedures still needed to be followed, no one wanted any mistakes.

  Guo Yu bought several sets of cosmetics and perfumes in modern times, then returned to the hotel in 1914 America, gave the cosmetics and perfume to Hu Yunyuan, Xiaoni and Lisa. The three thanked Guo Yu repeatedly, and Lisa even gave Guo Yu a wet kiss in front of everyone, causing Xiaoni to blush and run away.

  At the appointed time, Mobil's mechanical engineer arrived at the hotel and conducted a technical appraisal of Guo Yu's drawings. The engineer, Melson, repeatedly praised Guo Yu's design, saying it was the most perfect drilling equipment design he had ever seen. Guo Yu's words were not exaggerated, and it was absolutely possible to achieve the theoretical data of the design. Moreover, there was still room for improvement in the future by following this approach.

  The appraisal results were very satisfactory, and a vice president of Mobil welcomed Guo Yu and his party at the Mobil Building in New York, where they began negotiating the final price for the design.

  Guo Yu had no intention of holding back, and the other party did not intentionally lower the price. 800,000 US dollars was neither too much nor too little, and both parties reached an agreement to fully purchase the design patent for this drilling rig from Guo Yu's hands.

  For Guo Yu, this design patent was just a means to get close to Mobil and hitch a ride on the Rockefeller bandwagon, now it has perfectly fulfilled its mission. After everything had been handed over, the vice president told Guo Yu that Mr. John D. Rockefeller Jr. would welcome his visit at the Rockefeller estate.

  The Rockefeller family estate is located in Westchester County, New York, on the Hudson River, a two-hour drive from Manhattan. The main house of this 3,400-acre luxury residence was built by John D. Rockefeller, the founder of the family, at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries. The main house is surrounded by gardens, fountains, racecourses, and works of art, making it a picturesque landscape.

  As he walked into the manor, which was as large as a small town, Guo Yu's heart was deeply shocked. He looked at the scenery in the manor, like a poem and a painting, giving people a delicate and perfect feeling to the extreme, and some ideas also emerged deep in his heart.

  John D. Rockefeller, Jr., was forty years old and in the prime of life, having taken over the family business completely, so that Senior could enjoy his declining years in peace, and it was he whom Kuo Yu saw in the living room.

  "Mr. Rockefeller, thank you for your invitation, your family estate is the most beautiful one I have ever seen." Gu Yu greeted.

  "Thank you for your compliment, and welcome to my place. I've done some research on you and found some things that piqued my interest, so I invited you here to chat with me. We might have some common topics of interest. By the way, you can call me John."

  "Mr. John, you're interested in my project, is it about technical design patent?" Guo Yu asked with doubt.

  "No, it's charity. My father, Old John, put all his energy into charity after retirement, and I inherited not only the oil company but also the charity business."

  It is very difficult to find mental balance between the oil business and charity, so I often suffer from nervous breakdowns and torment.

  "When I'm doing business, it feels like I'm in a race against my own conscience. Sometimes, I have doubts, and the religious education my father gave me often makes me wonder if what I'm doing is right."

  "I've come to realize that you're also starting a charity in your home country, and no one is doing it better than you right now. But at the same time, you're working hard to make money and donating nearly half of your income to charity. I don't know how you find this balance within yourself." Mr. Littlejohn looked at Gu Yu with questioning eyes.

  Guo Yuxin thought to himself, "When I first chose Meifu, or rather the Rockefeller family, it was because I knew that the Rockefeller family would always be generous with their charitable endeavors. In later generations, they will be considered one of the largest philanthropic families in the world. But my own secret? Will I tell you that doing charity is more profitable than doing business? Of course not."

  The Rockefeller family is a devout Christian family, they may believe in the existence of God, Guo Yu instantly designed a set of rhetoric in his heart, and the divine work was fully opened.

  "Mr. John, do you believe in the existence of God?" Guo Yu asked.

  "Of course, I believe in Jesus Christ."

  "Then can you feel the presence of Jesus Christ?" Guo Yu said.

  "What do you mean, Guo? Can you feel the presence of Christ in your heart?" Little John replied with some confusion.

  "No, you know that in China there are many gods and goddesses, just like you have Jesus Christ, the Lord, the Virgin Mary, angels, and so on. And when I do charity work, I can communicate with these deities in my heart, they give me strength, allowing me to better care for the world and free people from suffering." Guo Yu finished speaking, then saw Little John's eyes widen, his mouth slightly open, looking incredulous.

  "Kuo, I hope you're not joking." Little John was not one to be persuaded by a single sentence.

  "I know Mr. Old John has asthma, you should know that this disease is incurable, I can try to see, and then you will believe." After hearing this sentence, Little John's expression became serious.

  "Kuo, although my father's illness is hard to cure, he becomes more careful every winter. However, I don't want him to be treated by a quack doctor." Little John said seriously to Kuo Yu.

  "Give me your hand and you will feel the blessing of God, not the so-called Chinese medicine." Gu Yu pulled Xiao Johan's hand, using Gong De points to help Xiao Johan eliminate his physical fatigue and some other hidden diseases.

  Little John's mouth slowly opened, wanting to call out but not daring to, afraid of disturbing Gu Yu. Only a few minutes had passed when Gu Yu let go of Little John's hand, and at this time Little John was still not awake from the shock.