Chapter 392 The Unsatisfactory Guest

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Zhang Zian waited for quite a while, but Lu Yiyun still did not write. He didn't know if it was because all professional painters had to brew their emotions for so long before starting to paint, anyway, he was a little impatient waiting.

Just at this time, with the help of the snow outside, he saw a person standing at the door, raising his head for a while, then lowering his head for a while, as if he was comparing something. Because it was cold outside and warm inside, misty mist condensed on the glass door. He couldn't see it clearly, thinking it was someone asking for directions, so he said something to Lu Yiyun and got up to help.

Before he could go out, the person outside the door had already rubbed the soles of his shoes on the mats and walked into the shop.

Zhang Zian was stunned when he saw it. The person who came was a foreign middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He was wearing a high-grade woolen windbreaker, a suit and leather shoes, and a silk tie. His brown hair was well combed. Meticulous, wearing a pair of elegant metal-frame glasses, carrying a magnesium-aluminum alloy RIMOWA briefcase, the kind with a combination lock.

How should I put it, Zhang Zian felt that this foreigner must have gone to the wrong place. He originally planned to go to Embassy Street, but was dragged to Zhonghua Road by an unscrupulous taxi driver... Because judging by his attire, he was obviously supposed to haunt Elite figures from Wall Street or Lujiazui.

The visitor brushed the snow off his shoulders, looked around the inside of the store, his eyes stayed on Lu Yiyun's face for a moment, and finally fell on Zhang Zian.

Although he thought it was unlikely, Zhang Zian still asked Lu Yiyun with his eyes, asking if he was looking for her.

Lu Yiyun shook her head vigorously, lowered her head deeply, and peeked at the visitor from the gap in Liuhai.

Zhang Zian coughed, and was about to call out for Richard to come down to pick up the guest, but he heard the guest ask in Chinese that he was not very proficient but could understand: "Hello, is this the Qiyuan Pet Shop?"

"Uh...that's right, who are you looking for?" Zhang Zian was startled—foreigners who can speak Chinese must either have lived and studied in China for a period of time, or they are truly elites.

The visitor smiled politely, put down the briefcase, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it over.

"My name is Roger Adams, and I work for Baker & Murphy United Law Firm. I am looking for Zhang Zian. My English name is Jeff Zhang."

Zhang Zian subconsciously took the business card, and as expected, it was written in English. He looked over and over again, and his heart suddenly became excited!

"So you're a lawyer?" he asked tremblingly.

"Yes." Adams nodded.

Fuck! Did a lawyer really come to your door?

Zhang Zi'an was in full bloom! Could the dream he's been dreaming of all along finally come true? A relative he had never met died abroad, and because he had no other immediate family members, he left the European-style castle by the sea and a large amount of property to him in China? From then on, he will transform himself into a tall, rich and handsome man, with beautiful women all over the world, and reach the pinnacle of his life?

He patted himself on the chest and said, "I, I am Zhang Zian! My name is Jeff Zhang, it's true! By the way, where is the castle built? England? Ireland? Spain? I don't mind anywhere !"

Adams was stunned and asked, "What castle?"

"Didn't my foreign relatives die, and then you came to execute the will? It's like this in TV dramas and novels. I used to think it was cliché, but now I believe it!"

Zhang Zian rubbed his hands excitedly, wondering which bank should the hundreds of millions of pounds or US dollars be deposited in? Will the bank send a long-legged beauty commissioner to serve him?

"Eh..." Adams stared at him in surprise, "Mr. Zhang, how do you know?"

Huh?

Zhang Zian was really stunned. He was basically joking just now, but seeing the seriousness of this elite lawyer, it didn't look like he was joking.

He thought about it carefully, and his parents didn't seem to have mentioned that his family had any foreign relatives, and the possibility that relatives he had never met would give him a huge inheritance was even lower than the chance of winning the first prize in the lottery...

"Really let me inherit the inheritance?" He confirmed.

He glanced back at the elves in the shop, no matter if it was Old Tea, Fina, Snow Lion or Fei Max, except for Xinghai who was still playing hide-and-seek and Richard who was sleeping late upstairs, they all looked at them intently. Here, there seems to be a vague feeling that today may be an extraordinary day.

There are mixed feelings in Zhang Zian's heart, including the joy of the pie in the sky, the uneasiness of being rewarded for nothing, and the longing and curiosity about the amount of inheritance, and even more worried that this sudden inheritance will completely change him. And the life trajectory of the elves...

Even Lu Yiyun stared at him and Adams in a daze. She wondered if Zhang Zian inherited a large amount of inheritance, would she just close the pet shop?

Adams said cautiously: "Before answering this question, can you let me take a look at Mr. Zhang's valid ID card? ID card, driver's license or passport are all fine. I need to confirm your identity, Mr. Zhang, before we can discuss further."

"No problem, please go through it." Zhang Zian took out his wallet, took out his ID card and driver's license and handed them to him, "Do you need me to get the passport again?"

Adams took the ID card and driver's license, carefully compared them with Zhang Zian's face, and handed them back to him, "If it's convenient."

"Okay, wait a minute." Zhang Zian motioned to Lu Yiyun to keep an eye on this person. After all, anyone can print a business card. What if this crooked nut who looks like a dog is a thief?

Lu Yiyun made a bitter face, saying that she couldn't do this job.

Zhang Zian didn't allow her to refuse, so he quickly went upstairs and rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table in the bedroom to find his passport.

Richard was woken up by his movement, got out of his coat, looked at him sleepily, "Quack! What are you looking for? TT doesn't have it, and my uncle has already looked for it - besides, you can use No TT."

Zhang Zian said without turning his head: "Your uncle, I'm not looking for TT...and what does it mean that I don't need TT? Tell you, as long as I want to use it, I can use it in minutes!"

Richard combed the feathers on his chest, and said disdainfully: "The dead duck has a hard mouth!"

While speaking, Zhang Zian had already found the passport.

"What are you doing with your passport? Going abroad? Where are you going this time? Ethiopia or Azerbaijan?" Richard's eyes lit up, flapping his wings and landing on his shoulder, staring at the passport in his hand.

"I'm not going anywhere! Besides, what am I going to do in those shitty places!" Zhang Zian said angrily, "There's an American lawyer downstairs, who seems to want me to inherit an inheritance, and I need to see my documents It’s okay, and after reading the ID card, you need to look at the passport... It’s really troublesome.”

"Gah? Inheritance? Don't be kidding, how can you inherit any inheritance?" Richard expressed disbelief.

Don't say it doesn't believe it, even Zhang Zian is not sure if the man downstairs is a tease invited by a monkey, pretending to be a special trick to him...

Zhang Zian brought Richard downstairs.

Adams had already taken off his woolen trench coat and hung it on the coat hook. He stood there in a neat manner and waited, just observing the furnishings and pets in the store with his eyes. When he saw Zhang Zian's shoulder with a gray parrot with stingy eyebrows and mouse eyes, he couldn't help smiling.

"Here, my passport." Zhang Zian handed him the passport.

Adams opened the passport, glanced at the photo briefly, and focused on the time of entry and exit from the United States to confirm that the number was correct.

When Adams was flipping through the passport, Xinghai chased Meiduan and ran past them. Xinghai turned to him and said, "Meow ~ Zian, don't be sad."

Zhang Zian was taken aback.

"Thank you." Adams handed him the passport back.

Adams had confirmed Zhang Zian's identity, took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Zhang, do you know Catherine Donna Ryan?"

The old American lady he met at the CFA competition immediately appeared in Zhang Zian's mind.

"Yes, what's the matter?" His heart contracted tightly.

Adams said solemnly: "I regret to inform you that Catherine Donna Ryan passed away a few days ago, and I am her executor."