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"Let's say it's just a few gadgets, there are dozens of them. As long as my brother can get them, it's no nonsense." Tong Kun's face brightened, knowing that there was something to be said for this matter. If Fang Yang made up his mind not to go, there was really nothing he could do.

But then again, these gadgets are probably expensive. Thinking of this, Tong Kun felt a little pain in his flesh.

But as long as this thing can be done well, no matter how much money is spent, it is worth it. After all, Fang Yang can satisfy the big boss, and he can get his little money back later.

"What is your big boss looking for me for?" Fang Yang asked.

He began to think about Lingyun Group in his heart. The boss of Lingyun Group is called Shen Furong. His name sounds rustic, but his family is well-off. It is said that his ancestors have some relationship with Shen Wansan, a businessman in the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties.

Lingyun Group has strong assets, with jewelry and jade business as its core, and its derivatives include basic necessities of life. As the boss of the group, Shen Furong has a unique vision. He not only seized the opportunity of real estate, but also took the express train of the Internet. It is said that it has a shareholding relationship with bat, and its influence spreads all over the country and overseas.

But there is one thing Fang Yang doesn't understand, why such a huge company should deploy its strategy in Jiangbei City. Although this is a fast-growing modern city, it is a third-tier city after all, and its limitations are too strong.

"Most likely I want you to help me look at Fengshui. After all, the example of Cuiweiju is there." Tong Kun replied.

In fact, he didn't know what Shen Furong was thinking. To be precise, this was the first time Shen Fugui called him.

Where did Tong Kun dare to ask, he felt as if he had been summoned by the emperor, and he was excited and complied.

Tong Kun didn't explain, and Fang Yang didn't ask. Although he was a little apprehensive, he still had a lot of confidence. After all, Feng Shui is not a joke.

And even if it doesn't work out, that's okay. Anyway, he has never admitted that he is a Feng Shui master, and it will be fine to say that he is not proficient in business.

Half an hour later, Songjiang City arrived. The car drove directly to a villa area and stopped at the door of a three-story villa in the middle.

style! rich! This is not a villa, it is simply a small manor.

The two-meter-high gate is painted with black paint, and there are a pair of majestic stone lions on the left and right of the gate.

Behind the gate is a lawn with five or six fountains. Several security guards drove electric vehicles to guard around, and the yard was full of monitoring equipment.

Tick!

The gate opened, and the car slowly drove to the gate of the villa. A young man in his twenties put his hands in his pockets, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Are you here?" Fang Yang asked, although he was shocked, he quickly calmed down. Just kidding, there is nothing more shocking than the practice of Feng Shui.

"It seems to be here." Tong Kun replied nervously. In fact, it was also the first time he came to the home of the big boss Shen Furong, and it was thanks to Fang Yang's blessing.

"You are Fang Yang? My dad has been waiting for you for a long time, come in with me." The young man walked to Fang Yang and looked him up and down.

Tong Kun saw the young man's face clearly, and his little heart was pounding: "Master Shen, you, why did you come out?"

The young man's name is Shen Xin, the son of Shen Furong, and Tong Kun has only seen photos.

"Come out? When did I go in?" Shen Xin raised his eyebrows and looked at Tong Kun with a strange expression.

Tong Kun suddenly realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly apologized and said with a smile that he was wrong. What the hell is going on, if this offends the young master, then this future can be regarded as confessed.

However, there was another thing that surprised Tong Kun, Shen Fugui actually asked Shen Xin to pick up Fang Yang, which was too abnormal.

Tong Kun felt like sitting on pins and needles, but Fang Yang was much calmer. He followed Shen Xin into the villa, and sat down directly in the living room.

"My dad is still in the study, and someone has already asked him to be invited. Dude, are you really good at Feng Shui? It doesn't look like it at this age." Shen Xin sat next to Fang Yang, stared at him as soon as he sat down, and finally couldn't help asking.

Fang Yang smiled wryly, and said that he was just playing as an amateur: "If you can't talk about Feng Shui, you will be a little furry. I don't know what Boss Shen wants from me?"

Fang Yang wanted to get some words out of Shen Xin's mouth. But the latter obviously didn't know, so he spread his arms and replied, "I really don't know about this. By the way, don't leave for a while, I have a private matter with you."

"Well, okay." Fang Yang nodded. This Shen Xin was about the same age as him, he was fair and clean, and he was a guy who could rely on his appearance for a living.

But being born in such a family, it's not enough to rely on appearance alone, one might steal the family property at any time, Fang Yang didn't think that Shen Xin was as harmless as he appeared on the surface.

From the perspective of feng shui eyes, the thin blue lines representing wisdom on Shen Xin's body are particularly prominent, more than half a foot high. The orange line of courage is also half a foot, indicating that he is a courageous and resourceful person.

"Brother, is there a guest at home?"

At this moment, a girl in a light yellow dress came down from the second floor of the villa.

She looks a bit like Shen Xin, she is only 18 years old, with big watery eyes, she is very beautiful. But she was a little slender, and her face was pale. It's like having a serious illness.

Seeing the girl, Shen Xin quickly stood up from the sofa, rushed over in a few steps, frowned, with a bit of blame on her face: "Tongtong, why don't you take a good rest on the bed."

"I'm curious, every time the feng shui masters who come to our house are all old men, this time a young one finally came." The girl's name is Shen Tong, she is Shen Xin's younger sister. After she finished speaking, her eyes fixed on Fang Yang, looking up and down for a while.

It's up to whoever it is, but Shen Xin's eyes are full of doting. He stretched out his hand to scratch the tip of Shen Tong's nose, and hummed, "You're the only one who is very curious. I don't care if Dad talks about you later."

"Then I'll tell Dad about your bet." Shen Tong blinked, threatening without hesitation. Then he started to stare at Fang Yang for a while, almost seeing all of Fang Yang's clothes.

The way this family looks at people really makes people feel wry.

"Hello." Shen Tong walked up to Fang Yang, smiled and stretched out his little hand.

Fang Yang's face was a little red when Shen Tong looked at him, "Hello."

But then, Fang Yang frowned slightly, and Shen Tong seemed a little out of place.

The half-foot-high wealth line is understandable, but what is the same half-foot-high disease line? And what about the lifeline that is more than a foot high but riddled with holes?

One fate, two luck and three geomantic omens, the number of fate cannot be changed, and the lifeline has been fixed since the birth of human beings. But Shen Tong's lifeline is almost transparent, and its foundation is as wilted as a dead tree, and it seems that it will snap off at any moment.

Is it because of disease? Or was tampered with?

After all, Fang Yang is a newcomer to the Feng Shui field, so he can only pay attention and prepare to go back and study the gold flakes.

"I heard that you doubled the sales of Cuiweiju several times with one copper coin. Then you must have a way to improve your academic performance by a large amount in a short period of time." Shen Tong asked a few words, revealing his purpose. After working for a long time, this little girl is preparing for her senior year sprint, thinking about asking Fang Yang to help her improve her academic performance.

Fang Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and cast his eyes on Shen Xin. The latter seemed to have long been accustomed to his sister's weirdness, and shook his head helplessly.

"Is there no such formation? Then you must know Bixian, can you invite one out for me?" Wu Tong put his hands behind his back, his big eyes rolling around. She looked at Fang Yang, as if you would never give up unless you help me.

Fang Yang really knows about the pen fairy. But that was all his old almanac from when he was in school, and it was later dispelled as a psychological effect. As for whether there is any, it's really hard to say, after all, some people have succeeded, and their academic performance has improved by leaps and bounds. What's more, is there anything more evil than what happened to Fang Yang himself?

"Forget about the pen fairy, that thing is a bit evil. I can set up a clearing circle for you." Fang Yang realized that this young lady is very difficult to deal with. If he really doesn't show something, he may not be able to hide.

Fang Yang's pure heart formation is nonsense, but the primary formation is basically the same, Fang Yang is going to set up the formation to improve her wisdom line, so that it will get twice the result with half the effort.

"Pure Heart Formation. Tongtong, please thank Mr. Fang soon." At this moment, a hearty voice came out. Fang Yang looked up, and saw a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a strong nose, and big ears walking over.

No need to guess, this person must be Shen Furong.