The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

Qi Yan glanced at the four men outside. The four men looked firm and bluffing. But he saw at a glance that these people didn't look like big brothers of the underworld. They should have been trained in the army.

The four people standing outside found that there were others in the house, especially when they saw Liang Feng sitting in the house, their eyes changed slightly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cen, take the liberty to disturb." the man took out a hot gold blue invitation and handed it to Qi Yan. "I've heard of Mr. Qi's name for a long time. I'm attracted to his name today. Please accept this invitation."

Qi Yan accepted the invitation. It turned out that someone invited him to see feng shui. The signer was Cen Qiusheng.

CEN Qiusheng?

Qi Yan looked at the strange name, looked up at the four men standing at the door, smiled and said, "it seems that Mr. CEN is a great man." otherwise, he wouldn't have such a big tone to invite the master?

It is valuable for ordinary people to invite a master with real ability, but Mr. Cen plans to invite several people to come over, which shows that he has the confidence to do such a thing.

Cen

Qi Yan thought of the cen family that Wang hang mentioned to him. Is it this family? He was not interested in taking part in the excitement. Unexpectedly, the excitement was sent to his door.

Closing the invitation, Qi Yan said in a flat tone: "sorry, I may not have time at that time. I'm afraid I'll live up to Mr. Cen's kindness."

The four did not expect that someone would refuse the invitation of the cen family. You know, several other famous masters in the imperial capital just put on airs and agreed. No one refused so directly as this young man. So at this moment, their hearts are at a loss.

"As the saying goes, saving a person's life is better than building a level-7 floating slaughter. Please think more about it." finally, the man who was the first to react, he said sincerely, "please."

Qi Yan carefully observed the four people and found that there was a light purple air on the four people. If he looked carefully, he couldn't find it at all.

Today is a good day. He has seen several people stained with purple.

CEN Qiusheng should be a person with extremely expensive life style and good fortune. Such people have either saved many people or made great contributions to mankind, otherwise they can't achieve such an effect.

Thinking of this, Qi Yanyang raised the invitation in his hand: "I know, I will consider it."

When they saw Qi Yan's attitude, they didn't know whether he would arrive or not. After looking at each other, they politely left.

After the four people got on the bus and left the community, someone doubted: "do you say that master Qi really has no desire or desire, or does he have no real ability and feel empty in his heart?"

The partner sitting next to him said carelessly, "whether he is really capable or really acting, anyway, old Mr. Cen asked us to send him an invitation. We have already sent it. Whether he will come or not is his business."

"Don't talk nonsense. Old Mr. Cen will send him an invitation, which means that this person must have real talent," the head frowned. "And don't you find that wushao's assistant is also in master Qi's house?"

"Wu Shao's assistant?!" the man who first spoke looked a little strange. "Master Qi is really so good that even the people around Wu Shao came to visit?"

Those who can be invited by Mr. Cen this time are all famous masters in the imperial capital. Only this master Qi is young and not famous. I don't know how Mr. Cen would consider inviting such a person.

"Master Qi," Liang Feng stood up and said after the four people left, "I'm disturbing you today."

"You're welcome." Qi Yan nodded slightly and put the invitation in his hand on the table, as if he had put down only a piece of paper, not the invitation written by Cen's father. Liang Feng glanced back at the invitation and gently reminded: "master Qi, sometimes it's fate to come to the door. Why don't you try?"

"Maybe you're right," Qi Yan smiled calmly, lacking interest in the things in the invitation.

Seeing this, Liang Feng said no more and said goodbye to Qi Yan. Qi Yan didn't leave him. After he and Du Dong left, Qi Yan picked up the invitation and looked at it carefully.

The invitation letter is very exquisite. The content is all handwritten. The pen power is vigorous, just like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing. It's very good-looking. From a to Z, as like as two peas, the invitation is written by the inviter himself, or the invitation is written by others, including the inscription.

However, his intuition told Qi Yan that it was really possible that Cen Qiusheng wrote the invitation himself.

Brushing the words on it, Qi Yan smiled.

The weather at the end of July is so hot that people can't breathe. Today is the day when Cen Qiusheng is going to take a Feng Shui teacher to see feng shui in his old house, so all the cENS who can stay at home sit in the living room.

The four masters invited by Cen Qiusheng arrived one after another. These people, either with apprentices or assistants, all looked like experts. Just one glance would make people feel that they had real skills. Moreover, these four experts have their own styles, including those with crane hair and childlike appearance, those without one eye, and those with shiny heads. What is more normal is the last master Zhao. He is tall and thin, wearing frameless eyes. He looks like a scholar at the beginning of the last century. He is very bookish.

The four masters also knew each other, and all smiled and nodded to each other as a greeting.

If ordinary people invited people like this, they would have changed their face, but the person who invited them was master Cen, so they rushed over happily. Even if they were not satisfied, they should look happy on their face.

After waiting for a while, everyone was curious to see that Cen Qiusheng was still sitting on the sofa and didn't mean to start. Do you have to wait for others?

"Dad," Cen's boss looked at his watch, "it's getting late. If we don't start, we'll be late to get to the old house."

"What's the hurry," Cen Qiusheng said slowly, holding a crutch. "The people are not ready yet."

The boss of Cen family glanced at the four masters. They all arrived. Who else didn't arrive?

It's a pity that Cen Qiusheng didn't satisfy his eldest son's curiosity. He just looked in the direction of the villa door and said nothing more.

Qi Yan got out of the taxi and was stopped by two men in shirts and black waistcoats before entering the gate. Because his white shirt and jeans look like a clean college student, the bodyguard who showed the cen family the door didn't treat him as an invited person at all.

Other masters came in luxury cars. Young people like Qi Yan, who took taxis and had a tender face, were not considered at all.

Qi Yan didn't enter the gate until he took out the invitation. Some bodyguards even worried that he was a fake master. They sent him all the way to the gate and turned around and walked back.

"Sorry, Mr. Cen, masters, I'm in a traffic jam on the road, which makes everyone wait for a long time." Qi Yan walked into the sight of the people and apologized to the people. In fact, the time written in the invitation was 12 o'clock. Now it's an hour before 12 o'clock. He's not late.

The four masters looked at Qi Yan suspiciously. Is this young man the one Mr. Cen insisted on waiting?

Although the identity of the young man was not clear, the four people nodded to him with great restraint.

"Master Qi, welcome." Cen Qiusheng stood up with his crutch. "Thank you for coming here today. The car prepared for you has been waiting outside. Several masters come with me."

The first four masters realized that the young man was not a relative of the cen family, but just like them, watching Feng Shui for the cen family's old house.

However, none of the four saw the young Qi Yan. They all had disciples. I'm afraid they were older than Qi Yan, but they knew how old these disciples were.

If you really have a big job, why can't you even hire an assistant? It's a little shabby.

As Cen Qiusheng walked out of the villa door, they saw a row of black cars parked outside, reflecting dazzling light in the sun. The bodyguard in uniform went to the door of the car, bent over and opened the door, stood quietly and waited for the masters to take their seats.

"Dad," the second child of the cen family is a daughter. She holds Cen Qiusheng's hand, sweeps her eyes over the five masters, lowers her head and says to Cen Qiusheng, "Dad, who is the young master Qi?"

CEN Qiusheng shook his head: "I'm not sure how capable he is, but I've checked several things he came in to do, and I'm sure he is capable."

There is still a difference between her ability and her ability, but Miss Cen didn't say that. Anyway, there are four other real masters present, and she's not afraid of any trouble in setting the foundation this time.

Thinking of her weak and sick brother, she shook her head. If the doctors said there was no way, looking for these so-called masters was actually just a psychological comfort.

She thought so, but she didn't dare to say it. Instead, she bent down and helped her father into the car. As soon as she sat in with her, she saw a black Bentley coming in front. Looking at the license plate number, it looked like the car her brother often took.

Thinking of this, she immediately got down from the car. Isn't Bai He in the hospital? Why did he come back at this time?

CEN Baihe saw a row of cars parked at the door of the old house, and knew that his father still went to invite these masters who didn't know whether they were true or false. He took a handkerchief, covered his mouth, coughed a few times, then pushed open the door and went down.

"Five less."

"Five less!"

People outside call Cen Baihe the fifth master, but on the side of Cen's family, he is the fifth of these people.

He glanced at the faces of the people, then went to Cen Qiusheng's window and said, "Dad, where are you going?"