Master of the city

"You ask me how much I love you, how much I love you..."

Zhang Fan carrying bags of fruits and vegetables, wine and meat, humming a ditty, walking briskly to the rental house.

Today is the first anniversary of his love with his girlfriend Lu Rong. Zhang Fan asked for leave to come back ahead of time and planned to make a big dinner to surprise her.

However, his key had not been taken out of his trouser pocket, but the old iron door opened from inside.

Full of spring breeze, Lu Rong was about to come out with a suitcase and a man's arm.

"Rongrong, you..."

Zhang Fan suddenly felt thunderous, his mind was blank, and his fruits and vegetables were scattered all over the ground.

He knows that pockmarked man. His name is Wang Yaohui!

Wang Yaohui is his colleague and used to be an employee of Jinxiu real estate agency. This guy has a good mouth, and his performance has been very good. After working in Jinxiu for two years, he has been appreciated by the boss.

Not long ago, relying on her accumulated contacts, she took away two-thirds of Jinxiu's old employees and became a small boss. A large number of customers followed the salesman to him.

He left, almost hollowed out the rich brocade, can be described as extremely insidious.

Zhang Fan thought that if he left the company, he couldn't have any more contact with himself, but he didn't expect to come out.

"Lu Rong, give me an explanation..."

Zhang Fan's mouth kept twitching.

Over the past year, he has been frugal and careful to serve LV Rong like a grandson. He wants to give her his heart, liver and lungs. Unexpectedly, he has come to such an end.

"Explain? Ha ha "Lu Rong's face is full of contempt.

"Come on, do you really think I'll spend my life with a poor dog from the countryside? Don't look at your virtue

"See? Huihui just bought me LV, more than 30000? If you don't eat or drink, you can't afford a year's salary. "

Lu Rong said, throwing the bag over her shoulder and shaking it twice in front of Zhang Fan.

"Huihui, I tell you, Zhang Fan is not only poor, but also incompetent. It's been more than a year, and I haven't touched a finger."

"Really?" Wang Yaohui's face hung a "I see" smile, "I said Zhang Fan, originally my brother thought that you just can't sell a house, but I didn't expect that the bridal chamber can't either. As a man, I feel sad for you. "

"What's the point of being alive, such as you? If I were you, I would kill myself with a piece of tofu. "

Wang Yaohui stretched out his hand and pinched Lu Rong's buttocks. He sneered.

"Wang Mazi! Whore Lu I remember that one day, I, I... "

Zhang Fan's eyes are full of blood, his teeth are clenched, and his knuckles are white.

"I love you! I've been looking at you for a long time

Wang Yaohui's outburst was a heavy blow.

He is a master of Taekwondo. He is a big man. Zhang Fan, who is his opponent, is beaten with blood.

"Well, Huige, don't let this rubbish waste our time. The movie is about to start."

Looking at her "boyfriend" who has lived together for one year being beaten, Lu Rong doesn't feel any pain. It seems that the man on the ground is inferior to the wild cats and dogs in the community in her eyes.

"Hey, baby, I forgot if you didn't say it." Turning around, Lu Yaofan held Wang Lihui's face and looked down.

"Waste, tell you a good news again, rich brocade swallowed a lot of rotten contracts, will go bankrupt soon."

"If you kneel down and beg me, maybe I can give you a bowl of rice for Rongrong's sake. Otherwise, you'll wait to eat shit with that damned girl Li Mengmei! "

Wang Yaohui happily compares Zhang Fan with his middle finger, hugs LV Rong and laughs.

"You dog men and women, wait for me!"

Zhang Fan's fist fell on the cold floor, and his anger burned in his heart. He swore that one day he would trample on the dog and the man!

Zhang Fan, an orphan, grew up with his grandfather, Zhang Banxian, by divining and looking at each other. Ten years ago, my grandfather came to Jiangzhou to work for others. He asked him to wait at home, but he didn't want to leave, but there was no news.

The only family member is missing, now the girlfriend betrays the sentiment but leaves, lives in the rich brocade company also soon to close down!

The sufferings of the past, like a thousand arrows through the heart, made him sad, and he could not help but shed tears.

"Go to your God! Why should I be helpless and bullied all my life! I'm not reconciled

Zhang Fanman is a bloody right hand, holding the jade pendant tightly in his chest, venting his depression.

Blood seeps into the jade pendant. The jade pendant, which was originally plain, emits golden brilliance in an instant! Zhang Fan felt that his right hand was burning like a fire. Countless golden words, like snowflakes, were flying in his mind!Then his eyes darkened and he fell into bed and fainted.

……

"You are my little apple

The noisy ringing of the two loudspeakers of the Shanzhai machine stings people's eardrum.

Zhang Fan opened his eyes slowly, and his headache was splitting. When he recovered, there were many miscellaneous things in his mind, such as geomantic omen, Yin Yang metaphysics and so on. They all came from a yellow ancient book with four glittering block letters, secret records of Yang Gong.

"Yang Gong Mi Lu"

Zhang Fan's next joy.

Although his grandfather Zhang Banxian did not teach him any of the methods of geomantic omen, Zhang Fan was very familiar with the anecdotes of geomantic omen since he was a child.

Yang Gong's Secret record is handed down by Yang Junsong, the founder of geomantic omen in the Tang Dynasty. Anyone who has read the Yellow calendar knows that Yang Gong's death date was set by Yang Junsong.

"Ask about yuan Tiangang, Canyu Yang save the poor." Yang Junsong was the national teacher of Tang Dynasty. He was good at astronomy, geography, Yin Yang, Feng Shui, Qimen dunjia and Qihuang medicine.

Zhang Fan, unable to answer the phone, held his breath and tried to read the ancient books in his mind.

If it is true, ancient books should be read and moved.

The secret record records Yang Gong's methods of Yin Yang, Feng Shui, Ma Yi and Qi Huang, which he used to travel among the people in his later years to save the suffering. They are obscure and mysterious.

Fortunately, Zhang Fan has a little foundation. He may be able to understand it, but if he wants to understand it thoroughly, he will have to spend his whole life!

The so-called theory of Yin-Yang geomancy is often sneered at by ordinary people, or even avoided. It is regarded as a kind of heresy. But when Zhang Fan was young, he saw with his own eyes his grandfather's divination, breaking evil spirits and burying. He was as exquisite as a God. Even the mayor of the town and the county also regarded him as a respectable guest!

"Grandfather, you often say that there are five disadvantages and three deficiencies in Qimen. It's hard to die well. If you don't teach me Qimen skills, you're afraid that it will harm me."

"But in fact, you don't want the things of your ancestors to be lost, so you pass on the jade pendant to me and listen to the fate of heaven, right?"

"Don't worry, when I learn the magic of Lord Yang, I must find your old man, and let's get together!"

"Thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi! Those who deceive me and humiliate me, I must trample them all under my feet. In this life, I will be a master and live up to the gift of heaven

Zhang Fan clenched his fists and swore that the dried up blood on his cheek was washed out by tears, and then he wiped it off with his sleeve, as if it was not only tears, but also his former self.

"You are my little apple. I love you so much..."

The bell rang again. Zhang Fan is full of excitement.

Looking at the sun outside the window, it was already the next morning. Yesterday, the boss asked him to work with him.

Quickly grabbed the phone to connect, the phone that came from the boss Li Mengmei tired voice: "Zhang Fan, if you also want to change jobs, don't hide from me, you can directly tell me, I'm in your downstairs."

"No, no, Mr. Li, you wait for me, I'll come down right away!"

Zhang Fan wiped his face with the fastest speed, changed into a clean dress and rushed downstairs.

Li Mengmei stood quietly beside the flower bed with her arms in her arms. Her delicate oval face was a little bitter, beautiful and pitiful.

She is two years older than Zhang Fan. This year, she is only twenty-five years old. She has long chestnut curly hair, a White Lace Waist shirt, a short skirt with buttocks over the knee, a ridge on her chest, and a bee waist. Under the skirt is a pair of slender white legs, lined with black heels, the whole curve has a suffocating charm, coupled with a light makeup, charming and capable.

At the moment, the breeze slowly, regardless of her anxiety, greedy kiss her long hair.

"Zhang Fan, are you going to have a hot drink with Wang Yaohui?" Li Mengmei's mood is very low, eyes almost no glory, even Zhang Fan's abnormal did not notice.

"Mr. Li, look at what you said. At the beginning, you took me in, let alone a person. Even a dog can't do it. Isn't that right? " Zhang Fan showed two rows of big white teeth, just like when he first came to the city, he was still full of sunshine and innocence.

"Well, let's go. Liu in the sub branch likes antiques. As long as he gives us a loan, Jinxiu will be saved. This antique market is busy. Maybe we can catch up with the good ones. "

Li Mengmei's words are full of helplessness. Once upon a time, Jinxiu real estate agency, as the industry leader, would flatter this villain because of several loans.

Wang Yaohui stabbed hard enough, not only to customers, employees, good housing information all swept away. Before he left, he bought several houses in the name of the company. These houses are all "disaster houses". Either they are dead or have bad reputation, or they have all kinds of obvious problems and can't be sold at all.

Seeing that the delivery deadline, more than two million holes, Li Mengmei where to find so much money? If she doesn't pay, not only will Jinxiu break down, but she may also face the disaster of imprisonment.

These days, Li Mengmei is asking for money from others everywhere. However, the world is so cold that she can't ask for it. Fortunately, there is a business reception in Lichun hotel tonight. She inquired about manager Liu of Jiefang Road sub branch. Li Mengmei decided to take her best bet!"Sister Li, Jinxiu is my home. I won't let it collapse." Zhang Fan's eyes were awe inspiring and determined.

He will never forget that when he came to Jiangzhou city from a mountain village to look for his grandfather, he was unaccompanied and ran out of money. He could not even afford a ticket to go home.

For three days and three nights, Shuimi had no teeth and almost fainted in the street. It was the kind and beautiful Li Mengmei who took him in and taught him to look at the house and run business. Although he is honest and clumsy, she has no achievements so far, but Li Mengmei has never criticized him. Her monthly salary is quite a few cents, which can be regarded as raising most idle people for nothing.

Zhang Fan is a man of conscience. Now he has the secret record of Yang Gong in his heart. Yang Gong can save the world with this method. He doesn't believe that he can't even save a little rich brocade intermediary.

"Silly boy..."

Looking at Zhang Fan's side face, Li Mengmei felt inexplicably warm.