Super Field Energy Controller

He originally thought that the clear path Yang Fan wanted to point out was to tell him where there was an expert who could help the Chen family resolve the crisis, but he did not expect that the latter actually gave him such a method that was simply unbelievable to him.

"That's it!" Jian Xinyi's eyes lit up and she blurted out in realization.

During the past period of time, she had actually been thinking secretly about how she could help solve the Chen family's predicament. However, after much thought, she tried to find a solution from the perspective of Feng Shui and Kanyu, but she couldn't find it for a long time. Its solution.

But Yang Fan's method has nothing to do with Feng Shui, but directly affects people!

Why does it start, where does it come from!

In her feeling, Yang Fan's divine hand, placed in Feng Shui Kanyu, is like a martial arts master who has returned to his original nature. It is simple and true, so wonderful that flying flowers and fallen leaves can be used as swords, which makes her have the urge to praise her. At the same time, there was a deeper awe in his eyes.

"I'm afraid that Young Master's Feng Shui attainments are really not weaker than those of our ancestors..."

Jian Xinyi couldn't help feeling such emotion.

This was not the first time that similar sentiments appeared in Jian Xinyi's heart, but they became more profound and firm every time.

Huo Yang looked strange. Yang Fan's method, to put it bluntly, was to make the Chen family, which had worked hard for more than a thousand years to pursue immortality, give up everything and devote themselves to the great cause of people's education, and they could only do good deeds. Doing bad things... No matter how you think about it, the painting style is wonderful!

Even if this method of breaking the situation can really save the Chen family from the danger of annihilation, for the owner of the Chen family who is used to enjoying money and power, this kind of life may not be much better than annihilation.

Chen Tingfeng's eyes were as wide as dead goldfish. It took several seconds before he finally regained the ability to speak. He said in a difficult voice, "Master Yang, is there no other way besides this method?"

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The tone was full of reluctance and deeply hidden suspicion.

"Maybe there is, but it is not within my ability." Yang Fan said with a smile: "Old Master Chen, do you know what 'full of evil' means? There is only a thin line between these four words in your Chen family, so , if you, the Chen family, do even a little bit of evil, there will be serious consequences... I have said everything that needs to be said. As for whether you listen or not, that is your own choice. Take my leave. "

After saying that, Yang Fan stood up and walked out.

Jian Xinyi and Huo Yang immediately followed.

Chen Tingfeng's expression changed. He was about to say something when his cell phone suddenly rang. He took out his phone and took a look at it. His eyes moved slightly and he chose to answer the call.

As soon as the connection was connected, an urgent voice came from the phone: "Dad! Oh no, something happened to Hao'er!"

Chen Tingfeng's expression suddenly changed. He stared at Yang Fan's back as he walked out and said in a deep voice, "Tell me the important point!"

"A few minutes ago, Hao'er was hit in the head by a rivet that fell from the sky. He died after ineffective rescue efforts! After preliminary investigation, it was found that just a moment ago, an aging satellite fell into the atmosphere. The rivet should have been missed by those above. A completely burned part, no trace of murder——"

Chen Tingfeng's mind was buzzing, and when he saw that Yang Fan had opened the door of the conference room, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Before he died, did he do anything bad, anything, even a small thing?" !”

"After he returned home, I had sternly warned him that he was not allowed to step out of the house in the near future... However, if even small things are counted, a few minutes before he was hit by the rivet, he kicked a flower branch that was being pruned. The old gardener kicked me...Dad, what’s wrong with you?”

At the end of the sentence, Chen Zihang, the head of the Chen family on the other end of the phone, heard his father's obviously rapid breathing, as if he was panting, and then asked.