Chapter 310: Fortune and Feng Shui (1)

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Yang Zimei reluctantly sent away Daoist Yuqing who insisted on returning to the mountains.

She came to Song Xuan's Mo Xuan to meet with the reserved guests.

This guest was an office director in the city named Huang Jian. When Yang Zimei saw him for the first time, he felt a certain disgust towards him.

This person's innate face was originally good, but it gradually became crooked, and at first glance, it was a utilitarian face that was flattering and bullying.

As soon as he saw Yang Zimei, he kept talking about the troubles he had encountered. The general meaning was that the house he bought was obviously very good in feng shui, and his neighbors were constantly improving and making money, but he was stagnant. even faced the danger of being suppressed.

He couldn't understand why this was, and wondered if his family had a bad influence on Feng Shui, which caused him to do this.

Yang Zimei frowned slightly, listening to him finish a big call with the smell of saliva.

For such a person, she really didn't want to help him.

But out of professional ethics and integrity, since I have opened the door to do business myself, I can only refuse anyone who comes.

She followed him to the residential building where he lived.

I have to say that the feng shui location of this whole building is extremely good, and the builder should have found a feng shui master to make arrangements, and the whole building is very auspicious.

It stands to reason that the residents living here should be relatively smooth.

She followed Huang Jian to the seventh floor where he was.

This building was developed and constructed by Huang Jian's brother-in-law, so he left the best floor with the best location for Feng Shui.

However, as soon as Yang Zimei entered his home, he immediately felt that the house was chaotic, the qi was dead, and the feng shui was completely defeated.

She looked around and saw that all the home decorations were extremely good, and there was nothing that did not conform to Feng Shui.

She looked around suspiciously, wondering why there was such an inexplicable decline in Feng Shui.

Just thinking about it, an old lady of about 80 years old, dressed in a bit shabby and dirty, stood tremblingly with a cane with a broom handle, and came out of the room near the bathroom, her face was pale, her eyes were dim, looking at the yellow. Jian's eyes flinched a little.

Yang Zimei found that there was a wet patch between her crotch and her trousers, and the stench of urine was dissipated, which seemed to be incontinence of urination.

When Huang Jianyi saw her, he immediately turned black and scolded with disgust: "You old man, you can't even go to the toilet if you pee, you might as well die, don't fucking lose face in front of my guests. "

"She is?"

Yang Zimei saw him scolding the old lady so much, and asked later.

"She's my mother, she's a little demented, incontinent, and annoying." After Huang Jian finished speaking, he said to her with a smile, "Master Yang, you're laughing."

Yang Zimei sullen and said nothing.

At this time, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman with a slightly fat body and a girl of about fifteen years came in.

As soon as the middle-aged woman saw the old lady, she immediately started scolding, what old life is not dead, what old filth will come out, and the girl even went to drag the old lady into the room, and then slammed the door, with a face He said disgustedly, "It's so dirty, and it's still running around, it's terrible at home."

Looking at all this, Yang Zimei's fist clenched slightly.

Just now, she looked into the room where the old lady lived, and saw a low and broken table with half a bowl of rice on it, the floor was dirty, and the bed was like a garbage bin, messy and wet.