Mansion Raiders

Coming out of the residential area, the sun has risen to the top, and the surrounding air is getting hotter and more unfriendly.

Shang Tingzhi touched his slightly hot forehead, and wanted to go home early to rest, but Li Kaifu kindly invited him to have dinner at the ship hotel by Yunshui Lake, so he didn't want to lose face.

The ship hotel is built by the lake. It looks like a large luxury cruise ship, which seems to be ready at any time, but in fact the bottom of the ship has been fixed and will not start.

The hotel's specialty dishes are all kinds of freshwater fish, all of which are freshly caught in Yunshui Lake.

Xia Leyang has just returned to China not long ago, and he is hungry for Chinese food. The food in this hotel is delicious, and he forgot Xia Guohua's explanation to him, asking him to learn table etiquette from Shang Tingzhi.

When Li Kaifu raised his glass to Xia Leyang, he was eating a piece of steamed sea bass in his mouth.

This sea bass has tender meat and is simply served with scallion, ginger and lemon slices and sauce. Every bite is a treat.

Xia Leyang didn't want to put down his chopsticks, but Li Kaifu's hands were already raised in the air, and he couldn't leave others alone, so he could only chew the jujube a few times and swallowed the fish meat.

But at this moment, Xia Leyang felt something stuck in his throat.

He took a sip of the drink instead of alcohol, and felt that something was wrong, so he held his neck with one hand and coughed several times covering his mouth with the other hand.

Hearing the sound, Shang Tingzhi looked to his side, and seeing Xia Leyang coughing so hard, he asked casually, "Is the fishbone stuck?"

Xia Leyang nodded, wiped away the physiological saline coughed up from the corners of his eyes, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and said boldly: "It's okay, I'll swallow it with food."

"Wait……"

Before Shang Tingzhi finished speaking, Xia Leyang had already taken a big mouthful of rice and swallowed it forcefully: "Okay, the fishbone is gone."

Shang Tingzhi frowned slightly, he was too lazy to care about Xia Leyang, but after another thought, this person is Uncle Xia's youngest son after all, so he still needs to remind him.

"In the future, if you get stuck with a fishbone, don't swallow with food, it will easily scratch the esophagus."

Xia Leyang said indifferently: "Isn't this a local method, everyone is like this."

"So," Shang Tingzhi said patiently, "Don't use these simple methods indiscriminately. If you can't get the fishbone out, go to the hospital."

Xia Leyang was amused when he heard it: "You have seen Feng Shui, now you know how to talk about science?"

Kindness was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, Shang Tingzhi's mouth twitched, his heart was so angry that he simply stopped talking to Xia Leyang.

"Xiaoxia, this Fengshui is also a science." Li Kaifu said in a timely manner, "Fengshui is also called geomancy. It is a technique of judging terrain and environment. This is a unique skill passed down by people's ancestors, and ordinary people can't learn it."

Xia Leyang's brows twitched. If he remembers correctly, Shang Tingzhi is 29 this year, but he is four years older than him, and they belong to the same generation.

How did it come to Li Kaifu that Shang Tingzhi was "Mr. Shang" and he became "Xiao Xia"?

"I can do this kind of unique goose." Xia Leyang said unhappily, "It's enough to have a good mouth."

Shang Tingzhi glanced at Xia Leyang expressionlessly: "Say it again?"

Xia Leyang raised his chin, and said in an upright manner: "It's enough to be a good talker."

Shang Tingzhi said: "I mean unique skills."

Xia Leyang said: "A unique goose."

Li Kaifu's assistant didn't hold back, and let out a sneer, and Li Kaifu also laughed: "Xiao Xia, you really need to practice your pronunciation here."

Xia Leyang twitched the corners of his mouth, knowing that he was not good at playing tricks, so he continued to bury his head in eating without confidence.

Shang Tingzhi looked at the head buried in the rice bowl beside him, and subtly curled the corners of his mouth, his smile was a little sarcastic and a little funny.

After lunch, and parting from Li Kaifu in the parking lot of the hotel, Xia Leyang sneaked into Shang Tingzhi's Bentley, and asked the question he had been curious about all along: "How much do you charge for him to watch Feng Shui once?"

Shang Tingzhi got into the car behind Xia Leyang, he stepped in and replied flatly: "Two hundred."

Xia Leyang was startled, how could Feng Shui be so cheap?

In this way, he has wrongly blamed others. This is not a fraud at all. At most, he is spending money to buy a peace of mind.

But when Shang Tingzhi closed the car door, Xia Leyang heard the word "ten thousand" at the same time as the sound of "pop".

Xia Leyang:? ? ?

"You are too black-hearted, aren't you?" Xia Leyang looked shocked, "You can earn 200 million yuan just for a stroll?"

Shang Tingzhi fastened the seat belt on the back seat slowly, and lazily replied: "Others are willing."

Xia Leyang looked complicated, and quietly took out his mobile phone to send a message to his sister Xia Shui: How much money did this feng shui cheat our family?

The black Bentley drove through the downtown area and slowly drove towards the old town at the foot of Mount Roy.

Tang Fengyi was an assistant and driver, and he drove very steadily. Xia Leyang wanted to sleep when he was full. He shook his head in a daze, and finally fell onto the shoulder of Shang Tingzhi beside him unconsciously.

Shang Tingzhi took a breath patiently, then stretched Xia Leyang's hairy head with his index finger, and said in a deep voice, "Xia Leyang."

"Huh?" Xia Leyang rubbed his eyes, "You called me?"

"Ugly words come first." Shang Tingzhi paused, "I have a bad temper."

Shang Tingzhi hates others to say that Feng Shui is a deception.

In his birthday horoscope, the four pillars are all fire, which is a rare upright and yang fate, suitable for being a general or a policeman.However, he has excellent attainments in Feng Shui, he can resolve hexagrams at the age of seven, and can find pulses at the age of 17. It is a pity to give up his old business at home.

Looking at Feng Shui for others inevitably comes into contact with all kinds of people. When he was a rebellious teenager, Shang Tingzhi was a little dissatisfied, and immediately quit the job, regardless of the background of the other party.

However, over the years, the family's reputation has become more and more prosperous, and he has come into contact with more and more people, and he has gradually learned to be patient. Even if he is angry in his heart, he will at most put on an iceberg face.

Xia Leyang had seen this iceberg face in the morning. He rubbed his sore neck and asked, "I have a bad temper, and then what?"

Shang Tingzhi said with a blank expression: "I will go out with me in the future, and don't express opinions without asking you to speak."

Oh, it's reasonable to fool others with feudal superstition.

Xia Leyang is not a vegetarian either. He put his hands on his chest and asked provocatively: "So what if I express my opinion? Are you going to beat me up?"

Shang Tingzhi did not answer immediately.

If Xia Leyang was his employee, he would definitely tell Xia Leyang to leave in no time.But Xia Leyang is not, he is the biggest benefactor of their Shang family - the youngest son of the Xia family, who was specifically told by Uncle Xia and his parents to take care of him.

and……

Thinking of the real reason why the elders put Xia Leyang beside him, it is impossible for him to treat Xia Leyang too badly.

It's just that this young master is indeed a bit annoying.

Shang Tingzhi thought for a while and asked, "You don't believe in Feng Shui, do you?"

"Hmm." Xia Leyang admitted without hesitation, "I'm not superstitious."

Last year was Xia Leyang's natal year, his mother Ji Zhengfang specially sent him ten pairs of red underpants abroad, telling him to wear them and be more careful on weekdays.

But in fact Xia Leyang didn't wear those red underpants at all, and passed the past year so peacefully.

He used this incident to prove his mother's superstition, but Ji Zhengfang said that it was because he was far away and Tai Sui didn't care about it, so he avoided the catastrophe.

Anyway, what the fuck is right, Xia Leyang just thinks that his family members are hopelessly superstitious.

"It's fine if you don't believe it." Shang Tingzhi said, "If you don't believe it, you won't be afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Xia Leyang asked subconsciously.

Shang Tingzhi didn't answer any more, when Tang Fengyi drove the car into an alley, Xia Leyang looked left and right curiously, completely forgetting the topic just now.He said: "My dad said that you are living in an old bungalow now."

"Hmm." Shang Tingzhi responded expressionlessly.

The most expensive real estate in Ruicheng is not a top mansion or a lake view villa, but an old bungalow in the old town.

Old bungalows record the history of the city, and the price can easily reach hundreds of millions.These old houses have both cultural value and collection value. Even if the fence of the small courtyard is slightly rebuilt, it must be reported to the municipal government for approval.

The black car finally stopped in front of a wrought iron gate, Xia Leyang got out of the car following Shang Tingzhi, and looked around curiously.

This old foreign-style house has three floors in total, three sides are empty, and the words "Gu's Mansion" are engraved on the front door. The walls are made of the iconic Taishan red bricks and decorated with brushed cake cement. Art Deco.

Xia Leyang's luggage had already been brought over a few days ago, and he checked in with his bag relaxed.

Although he felt that spending the next three months with this feng shui liar would be a waste of time, living in this environment was worth the experience.

Comrade Xia Leyang was a little excited, but Shang Tingzhi who was opening the door suddenly said: "If you don't believe this, you should live more comfortably."

Xia Leyang stopped looking up at the old bungalow, and asked without thinking, "What?"

"This house, there was a massacre in the 70s." When Shang Tingzhi said this, seeing Xia Leyang's expression froze on his face, he added maliciously: "Several people died."

Xia Leyang's excitement dissipated instantly, and a capitalized question mark appeared above his head: "What? the...?"