A Different Husband Every Day

The next day Li Weiyin went to see the land in person. There were already many workers there. Not only did Li Weiyin meet Qian Weijun but also Wang Weixi here, the two were still chatting.

Seeing the two people talking very happily, Li Weiyin couldn't help but curiously leaned forward: "What are the two of you talking about?"

"Mrs. Xu is here." Qian Weijun smiled and said hello.

"Mrs. Xu." Wang Weixi also said hello.

Qian Weijun smiled and took a look at Wang Weixi before saying: "I just talked about architectural geomantic omen, and now few young people believe this, and have some understanding of this industry. It's rare to run into one, so I talked a few words. ."

It turned out to be architectural geomantic omen. Li Weiyin didn't understand this, and she felt that there must be some rationality. But I didn't dare to assert how important this course of study was, so I could only smile slightly: "Is Feng Shui good here?"

Qian Weijun did not speak, but beckoned to Li Weiyin, leading her to a position in Gaopo: "You stand here and take a deep breath."

Li Weiyin did what he said, and a breath of fresh air poured into his chest, feeling that his brain was sober: "The air here is really good."

"Hahahaha, of course it's good, the feng shui here is good, and the airflow is smooth." Qian Weijun smiled, "but I don't know much, but after a few days my old friend comes, let's study it together."

Everyone who studies architecture knows some feng shui, and at least everything that should be avoided must be avoided. Not to mention feudal superstitions, at least not to make customers feel that they are in trouble.

Li Weiyin didn't expect Qian Weijun to ask a master to help her. Whether she believes in Feng Shui or not, Qian Weijun's practice made her very grateful.

Then she walked around with Qian Weijun. Qian Weijun also took a notebook and made marks as he walked.

When I was a child, Li Weiyin was leaving. Today, she will participate in the third game of the Golden Spoon competition, which happens to be held in Jincheng.

"I'll send you off." Wang Weixi said, "It just happens to be okay, follow me to see it."

Li Weiyin said: "I'll drive by myself, you really want to go and see, just follow me."

Wang Weixi nodded, and the two said goodbye to Qian Weijun and drove to the scene of the competition.

When Li Weiyin arrived, there were quite a few reporters. It seemed that they weren't the reporters invited by the organizer. She drove the car into the underground parking lot. Fortunately, she drove Mr. Xu’s car, which should be an unusual relationship. Few people recognize it.

However, when she evaded the reporter and arrived at the scene, many people found that they wanted to surround themselves but were stopped by the organizer.

"Mrs. Xu, I would like to ask why you participated in the culinary competition. If you want to prove your culinary skills, you can go to the chef level certificate."

"Mrs. Xu, you are purely like you run Weibo, just to create momentum for your future restaurant?"

"Mrs. Xu, or are you here to participate in expanding your network and recruiting talents..."

Li Weiyin had a headache. She didn't expect that she would encounter this kind of scene one day. It turned out that not only the artists, but also the slightly newsworthy people could not escape the clutches of the media.

She had never dealt with it before, watching someone stop these reporters, and immediately quickened her pace.

However, she found that the eyes of the other contestants had changed when they saw her, some of them were alienated and kept a distance and even implied a little bit of hostility; some smiles and flattering eyes flashed with some kind of calculation.

Only Cao Jian still looked that silly, and smiled shyly at her.