Eighteen years ago, my grandfather almost froze to death on the streets of Nanxu Market with his seven-year-old Chen Fan. Fortunately, his benefactor Zhou Jitang saved his life with two bowls of wontons.
Eighteen years later, Chen Fan returned from the Tiandu Peak of Kunlun Mountain. He had mastered Taoism and was only half a step away from entering Xiantian.
The first thing I did when I returned to the city was to find the Zhou family and repay my life-saving grace.
However, the Haitian Feast Club back then had already changed owners. Chen Fan could tell at a glance that someone had set up a feng shui trap in this building, and he was full of resentment.
The female CEO Meng Wanqing was cold and arrogant, and she regarded him as a charlatan, but she didn't know that this seemingly shabby young man was one of the only people in the world who could break this trap.
"Salary of 100,000 yuan a month, be my personal assistant."
Chen Fan wanted to refuse, but found out that the disappearance of his benefactor was vaguely related to this Feng Shui killing...
