In order to collect 10 million yuan to save his life, Xiao Xun had no choice but to pick up the "Secret Technique of Green Bag" passed down from his ancestors, disguised as a master of metaphysics, and went to solve the "scientific unexplainable" troubles for Fu Yesen, the most irritable man in the city.
When we first met, she said seriously: "Mr. Fu, this tower of yours has a big feng shui problem."
Fu Yesen, a man who only believed in data, didn't even bother to raise his eyelids: "Speak."
"The fountain at your entrance is a 'golden dragon spitting water'. It was originally a sign of gathering wealth, but unfortunately it was oriented nine times wrong, and it became a 'dragon king drowning', and all the wealth was washed away."
The man sneered and pointed at the artwork worth tens of millions of dollars at the door: "In my opinion, how should I place this?"
Xiao Xun said calmly: "It's smashed."
The whole place was dead silent.
Everyone thought that this ignorant little magician was going to be thrown to the fishes.
But later...
The construction site where projects were having troubles one after another was calmed down by Xiao Xun's few words.
With Fu Yeshen's rotten peach blossoms entangled, Xiao Xun can make his ex look back with just one talisman.
In a deadlock laid by business rivals, Xiao Xun's compass points to the door to escape.
Fu Yeshen blocked her in the corner with deep eyes: "How many surprises do you have that I don't know about?"
Xiao Xun blinked and said innocently: "Mr. Fu, I told you before, I am a professional. Fortune telling, fortune telling, divination, ghost catching... Oh no, it is to purify the magnetic field. What else do you want to calculate? Get a 20% discount on marriage calculations~"
Fu Ye never believed in ghosts and gods. Ye Chen said, "Forget it, it's mine and yours."
