dragon hunter

Chapter 381
In a blink of an eye, it's time for Fang's family to appreciate ancient paintings. These few days I've stayed in the hotel and didn't go out. I just went down to get some air.

Fatty Wang couldn't bear the loneliness, so he kept wandering east and west, until it was dark, and there were basically no people in sight.

Of course, this guy said it nicely, saying that he had been checking outside to find out the whereabouts of Qian Chuanzi.

But if anyone believed his nonsense, he would count the money for him if he sold it.

At least several times, Zhen Qingyi saw this guy lingering at the small shop across the street, flirting with shame, flirting with the innocent little girl who was selling things.

I can't handle my own mind, and I don't have time to pay attention to that guy. Whether he is really looking for money strings or wandering outside, it has nothing to do with me.

But today is a bit special. I told Fatty Wang not to run around and find a way to sneak into Fang Zhai later.

Fatty Wang is also a person who knows the seriousness, so it is rare to be patient, so he stayed in the hotel and did not go out.

We had breakfast below, and then walked towards the Fang family compound together.

The streets of the small town are different from the coldness of the past. Today they seem a little lively. There are more luxury cars that are rare to see, and some stylish guys. When passing by the street, they will reach out to say hello to acquaintances.

"These extra people on the street, don't they all come to the party of Fang's family?" Zhen Qingyi asked in a low voice.

"It seems that they are all people of status, and they probably came to the party." I replied in a low voice.

"Have you thought about it, how can we get in?" Fatty Wang asked curiously.

"It's been prepared a long time ago, what do you think this is?" I took out an invitation card.

"Hey, why do you have this thing?" Fatty Wang snatched it away and looked through it in his hand.

Zhen Qingyi pursed her lips and smiled. In fact, she knew about this a long time ago, but she never said it out.

"It can't be fake, right?" Fatty Wang looked at me suspiciously.

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know if you look carefully." I pretended to be profound.

Fatty Wang took the invitation card, looked at it carefully, and muttered in his mouth. After reading it for a long time, he didn't see why.

"Tell me, how did you get this thing?" Fatty Wang saw that the invitation didn't seem fake, and his curiosity was aroused at once.

"You've been flying around these days, and we haven't been idle." I smiled and began to tell the story of getting the invitation.

Speaking of which, it was thanks to Zhen Qingyi that she was able to successfully get the invitation from the Fang family. Now she is a well-known miracle doctor in the town.

In fact, at the beginning, I planned to sneak in, and never had the idea of ​​an invitation.

The reason why he was able to get the invitation card personally sent by the Fang family was also considered unintentional.

The matter has to start with Sister Fang's big mouth, saying that since we cured the old Fang's head and saved his life by the way, this matter has passed, and the three aunts and six wives who are related to the Fang family have spread the word.

And the other richest man in the town, the Fang family, is somewhat related to the old Fangtou's family, and the old lady of the Fang family happened to suffer from a strange disease, and seeking medical treatment was ineffective.

Sister Fang's nosy big mouth ran to the door by herself, and in front of the richest Fang's family, she bragged about Zhen Qingyi, saying that if she got involved, she would definitely be able to cure the old lady of the Fang family.

Of course, this big sister Fang is not just full and fine, she is deliberately enthusiastic enough to solve the richest man's problems.

It was because as early as when Mrs. Fang was ill, the Fang family offered a reward, saying that whoever could cure the old lady's strange disease, whether it was the cure or the introducer, would get a lot of money.

When she rescued the old Fangtou in the abandoned warehouse last time, Sister Fang saw Zhen Qingyi's medical skills, so she took this matter to heart. Now that she has the opportunity, she naturally wants to earn a brokerage fee.

At first, when the richest man Fang's family came to our door, I was still a little bit stunned, thinking that Qian Chuanzi went to sue Diao, and they came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime.

But after the other party explained his intentions, I immediately realized that this was an opportunity to appreciate the ancient paintings of the Fang family in a fair and aboveboard manner.

I went to Fang's house with Zhen Qingyi and accompanied her to see the condition of the old lady. Zhen Qingyi immediately said that she could cure the disease.

The head of the Fang family, Fang Youcai, was overjoyed, and he patted his chest and said, as long as the old lady's illness can be cured, feel free to ask for anything.

I wasn't polite to the other party either, I told them bluntly that we came here because of the reputation and wanted to participate in the party where Fang's family appraised ancient paintings.

Fang Youcai hesitated for a moment, and immediately agreed after Zhen Qingyi rescued the old lady with a few injections.

Afterwards, everything came to fruition, Zhen Qingyi cured the old lady of the Fang family, Fang Youcai kept his promise and sent us an invitation.

"Damn it, why don't I know anything about this?" Fatty Wang was dumbfounded after hearing this.

"You are busy picking up girls all day long, how can you have time to pay attention to these things?" I glared at that coward.

Fatty Wang looked embarrassed, and said embarrassedly: "I didn't want to find a few local people to find out the details of Qian Chuanzi."

"It's strange to believe you!" I'm not a three-year-old child, so I naturally wouldn't believe Fatty Wang's nonsense.

"Don't wrong people, I really found some useful information." Fatty Wang said unconvinced.

"What message?" I asked casually.

Qian Chuanzi is a piece of mouse droppings, although it can be disgusting, but it doesn't attract much attention from me.

"Don't look down on that guy, he's always pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, do you know who his cousin is?" Fatty Wang said in a low voice.

"Could it be some powerful person?" I asked puzzled.

"You know Longchong Mountain, don't you know about Shenglong Temple?" Fatty Wang pointed to the lush green mountain behind him.

"Then don't say, the cousin of that Qian Chuanzi is the master of the Laoshizi Shenglong Temple, right?" I followed Fatty Wang's tone.

"It really is." Fatty Wang clapped his hands with such a coincidence.

"What is the Rising Dragon Temple? It's amazing?" Zhen Qingyi asked suspiciously.

"At first, I thought that the Rising Dragon Temple was just a small local Taoist temple, nothing special, but after listening to Xiao Hua's story, I realized that the Rising Dragon Temple is not simple." Fatty Wang replied pretending to be mysterious.

"Who is Xiaohua?" I asked curiously.

Back then, before I met Zhen Qingyi, someone introduced me to a blind date, also named Xiao Hua, who was not very good-looking, but rather picky.

"It's the girl from the canteen across the street." Zhen Qingyi said in a teasing tone.

"Fatty, you can do it, but you won't be lonely wherever you go." I looked at Fatty Wang with a playful look.

Fatty Wang was embarrassed by us, touched his nose with his hands, coughed dryly twice, rolled his eyes, and immediately changed the subject.

"Do you know that the master of the Rising Dragon Temple is the Dao Festival of the Heavenly Master Dao here." Fatty Wang came over and said in a low voice.

"The Way of the Heavenly Master?" I frowned slightly. This is an inheritance that is as famous as the witch doctor's four schools, and its influence spreads all over the country.

Every generation of masters of the Heavenly Master Dao takes the real person as their title, and under the real person, they are the Daoist priests who lead one side.

I didn't expect that in such a remote town, there would be a Daoist cultivating here. You must know that without the strength of a master, it is impossible to be a Daoist.

Zhen Qingyi didn't know much about the Tao of Heavenly Masters, seeing me frown, she asked what was going on with concern.

I briefly introduced to her the organizational structure of Tianshi Dao, and I was a little worried, wondering if that despicable guy Qian Chuanzi would move out his backer.

"You don't seem to be very worried?" I looked at Fatty Wang strangely.

Under the pressure of a master on the opposite side, this guy still has a playful smile, which doesn't match his timid character.

"Xiaohua said, Qian Chuanzi's cousin doesn't like him very much, and probably won't help him get ahead." Fatty Wang's tone was gloating.

"Forget it, since we know that there is still such a big Buddha squatting here, everyone should be more careful in their actions in the future." I ended the discussion.

Right now, rushing to Fang's compound, spending too much energy on a string of money, it's not worth it.

Unlike the last time when the Fang family held a funeral and was gloomy, today's Fang family was extraordinarily lively and full of guests.

After we showed the invitation card, we were warmly welcomed in by Mr. Zhike, and the inside was full of tables like a banquet.

We randomly found an empty seat and sat down, listening to the wealthy business owners around us, discussing the party with great interest.

"Boss He, I heard that you have seen that ancient painting before. Is it really as magical as the legend?"

"It's more miraculous than the rumors. You know, I had a problem with my capital chain and almost went bankrupt. Since I saw that ancient painting, things have turned around. Not only have I got rid of the debt crisis, but the company has also improved to a higher level."

"Really or not, then I will take a good look at it later."

"It's true that ancient paintings can change luck, but it's also different for people. Some people have dishonest hearts, and it's useless to look at ancient paintings."

"There is still this saying? Boss He, give me some pointers, my brother is very grateful."

I listened to the conversation between the two wealthy businessmen next to me, and my curiosity was suddenly aroused. I looked at the face of the boss He, and I really saw some differences.

That Boss He has a red face and a full seal, which are all signs of luck.

But there are horizontal lines at the corners of his eyes, which means that he has suffered a catastrophe recently and his luck is relatively bad.

There are actually two different characteristics of fortune appearing on a person's face, which I have never seen in the past few years since I entered the Xiangmen.

"Is it really the credit of that ancient painting?" I wondered in my heart.

Fatty Wang is heartless and concentrates on sweeping the food on the table. He is not as concerned about that ancient painting as I am.

"Why don't you eat it? This dish tastes good." Fatty Wang was so full of oil that he didn't even want to greet us.

I looked at the guests around me with surprised eyes, wishing I could find a crack in the ground and sneak in. If I had known this, I would not have brought this foodie here.

At this time, Fang Youcai, the head of the Fang family, walked to the front desk, holding a microphone in his hand, as if he had something to say.

The guests at the banquet fell silent all of a sudden, and all turned their gazes over, waiting quietly for Fang Youcai to speak.

(End of this chapter)