The rain stopped around 7:30 in the evening, Qi Yan put on his shoes, and said to the three people sitting on the stool, "Let's go now."
"Okay, okay." Du Dong quickly followed, without even putting on his shoes, he hurriedly dragged his heels and followed, and the assistant behind him carefully closed the door for Qi Yan.
"Master, don't you bring any tools?" Du Dong glanced at Qi Yan's empty hands, "I still need to buy something, just ask, we will definitely buy it."
"What to buy?" Qi Yan pressed the elevator button, then turned to Du Dong and said, "We're not filming TV dramas, and we don't need to fight demons, so we don't need peach wood swords and compasses."
Du Dong has a look of admiration on his face, an expert is an expert, and he does things so calmly.
As a self-made businessman, Du Dong is quite a local tyrant in his hobby of cars. Qi Yan glanced at the brand and model of the car. The price is about three or four million, and it seems to be very valuable.
"Master, please." The assistant opened the car door for Qi Yan.
After Qi Yan sat in, he smelled a faint mint smell in the car, looked around and found a few mint-flavored sachets in the car.
"My daughter put these. She said that it's hot in summer and people are easy to get sleepy. Put some mint in it, and it's not easy for the driver to get distracted when driving." Du Dong saw Qi Yan's eyes on the mint sachet, with a smile on his face. With pride, "this child has been filial since childhood, has good grades, and is well-behaved..."
But thinking of his daughter lying in the hospital, Du Dong's voice was a little choked, and he couldn't continue.
Seeing him like this, Qi Yan's expression softened slightly and persuaded, "Mr. Du, don't worry, your daughter will be fine."
"Master Xie Ji Yan," Du Dong said to Qi Yan with a uglier smile than crying, "As long as they are okay, I will do whatever they want."
Hearing this, Qi Yan didn't say anything more, just looked down at his palm in a trance. His palm lines are very clear and there are no messy lines. The old man once said that his palm lines are precious lives, and he didn't see how precious he was.
Doctors don't heal themselves, and those who know fortune-telling can't calculate their own destiny. However, Qi Yan doesn't care about his future destiny at all. People live in the world, and only the unknown can have expectations. If there is no expectation, what is the difference between life and a pool of stagnant water
Du Dong's home is a two-story villa. The lawn and flowers of the villa are very messy, and it seems that they have not been taken care of for a while. Walking into the house, it gives people a cold and unpopular feeling, and the curtains are drawn tightly, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.
"It made the master laugh, because I have been staying in the company and the hospital recently, and I haven't done much at home," Du Dong smiled awkwardly, and pressed the switch in the corner, and the whole room was suddenly brightly lit.
In terms of decoration style, the Du family is more tasteful than the Yang family, but Qi Yan never imagined that he would see a Tang Sancai ornament at the price of a hundred treasures in the Yang family.
Tang Sancai is a well-known variety among cultural relics, but this kind of thing is really not suitable for home, let alone in the living room. In ancient times, this thing belonged to the category of funeral objects. Only the dead can use it, and there is absolutely no reason for the living to use it.
"Mr. Du is a collector?" Qi Yan pointed to Tang Sancai and the jade bi with flaws next to it, both of which exuded a gloomy black aura.
"Where, I'm a rude person, and I don't have much research on these things," Du Dong shook his head and said, "This is a gift from two friends when my mother passed her birthday a few months ago."
"Oh," Qi Yan thought thoughtfully, "friends in the business world?"
"Yeah," Du Dong nodded. "They are all partners. I heard that these two things are very expensive. If I don't show them, I will be worthy of my friends."
"Then you two friends are quite generous," Qi Yan lowered his eyelids, his tone a little light, "even the real one is willing to give it to you."
Du Dong noticed something was wrong, "Master, these two things... are there problems?"
Qi Yan didn't directly say that there was a problem, but just said: "I think these two things are of fine workmanship, and they are both genuine, and have research value. If Mr. Du is willing, he can donate it to the museum, which is also a merit."
Du Dong was stunned for a moment, and then agreed: "It should be, it should be handed over to the state."
"Mr. Du is a generous person." Qi Yan smiled and turned to go upstairs. The layout upstairs is good, and the furnishings are not a big problem, but he always feels that this place seems to have an evil spirit that seems to be absent.
He looked back at Du Dong who was following behind him, "Mr. Du, go and stand on the stairs."
Du Dong obediently retreated to the corner of the stairs and stood up. Then he saw Master Qi's right hand making a strange gesture. He saw in a trance that there seemed to be a few strands of white mist emerging from the other's hand, but it seemed that his eyes were dazzled.
Qi Yan touched the gap between the handrails of the stairs, and took out a yellow paper folded into a triangle from the inside. He could still smell the blood and corpse oil faintly.
"Master, what is this, what is this?" Du Dong never thought that there would be these things in his house. He shrank his chubby neck and subconsciously noticed the unease.
"It's not a good thing." Qi Yan squeezed it with his hand, and the yellow paper seemed to have been burned by fire and turned into fine pieces of paper. These shredded papers lay in Qi Yan's hands, none of them fell on the ground, "Go and pour me a bowl of vinegar."
When Du Dong heard the words, he quickly turned his head and ran to the kitchen downstairs. His vigorous posture was not at all like that of a fat person like him.
In less than two minutes, he poured a bowl of vinegar and brought it to Qi Yan. Qi Yan glanced at him: "Stay steady, don't move." After speaking, he threw the paper in his palm into the vinegar bowl, and the paper went into the bowl. When it was in the vinegar, it was as if the water was pouring into a frying pan, making a screeching sound, so stinky that Du Dong almost spit it out.
He reluctantly suppressed the desire to vomit and looked at the master, and found that the master had stood several steps away from him, as if he had long expected that the smell of this thing would not be too good.
But throwing paper into vinegar will cause such a big chemical reaction
This seems a little unscientific, huh
It's just that the master has a gentle and easy-going face, but he doesn't mean to solve his doubts at all, he just glanced coldly at the smelly vinegar in his hand and said, "Pour it in the west of your corner. , then bow to it three times and that's it."
Du Dong still did as he was obediently, probably because he was frightened by the master's hand. When he bowed, he was very pious, but he didn't kneel directly.
Qi Yan stood at the gate, quietly watching him do all this before saying, "Your family's feng shui is very good, there is no problem. It's those two cultural relics, donate them as soon as possible." As for the so-called friends who are calculating behind their backs, It's not something that Feng Shui master like him has to manage.
Du Dong repeatedly promised to personally drive Qi Yan downstairs before returning to his home. Then he contacted the person in charge of the cultural relics museum overnight. Early the next morning, after the staff of the museum went to work, he couldn't wait to donate the two things in his hand, and returned to the car with a pile of souvenirs sent by the museum.
Not long after he got home, he received a call from the hospital, saying that his wife's condition had improved, and he contacted his mother's doctor, and finally had time for surgery.
After hanging up the phone, Du Dong wiped his eyes and hurried to the hospital.
Two days later, Qi Yan received a text message from the bank that he had one million more in his account. He was not surprised at all. If the guy named Du Dong could find out where he lived, he could also find out his bank account.
The other party gave him such a large sum of money at this time, it seems that the family member's condition has eased.
"I just like this kind of upright people," Qi Yan opened a credible charity organization and transferred 100,000 yuan to it.
"Accumulate blessings, cherish blessings."
"I tell you, the patient on bed 24 is awake."
"real?"
"Isn't it possible to become a vegetative person because of an unexplained coma?"
"I don't know what's going on either. When I went to change the patient's medicine, I seemed to hear her husband say that some high-level people were encountered, some people framed them, etc. I just listened to these words, you can Don't go out and talk."
"Don't worry, definitely not. But are there really any so-called masters?"
"Okay, you are still a nurse, can you believe these things?"
When Liang Feng passed by the nurses' station in the evening, he heard the nurses talking, but when the nurses saw him coming, they closed their mouths and did not dare to speak any more. They knew Liang Feng and knew that he was the assistant of a big man in the VIP ward, so their attitude was extra cautious.
Liang Feng smiled at them, didn't say anything else, turned around and walked in the other direction.
The VIP ward is the quietest place on this floor, so the further you go, the quieter it gets. He knocked on the door, and after hearing voices coming from inside, he pushed open the door and raised the document in his hand: "Mr. Cen, this is the report of the past two days."
The man sitting on the hospital bed tilted his head and glanced at him, his pale face was tinged with morbid red, "Bring it here." After saying these three words, he began to cough violently.
"Mr. Cen, the doctor said that you need to rest." Liang Feng put the document in the man's hand with a disapproving expression on his face.
The man ignored him. After turning over the documents, he signed one of them and put the other aside.
"This body is like this, what difference does it make if it's quiet or not." The man's lips were lighter, but the face was still shockingly good-looking.
Liang Feng knew that it was useless to say what he said, so he could only be silent in the end.
He looked out the dark window and couldn't help thinking, maybe it was God who was jealous of Yingcai, so God gave Mr. Cen the looks that made countless people fascinated, his outstanding family affairs, and outstanding abilities, but he didn't give him a healthy body of.
Life is not perfect.