A treasure-appraisal maniac

Lu Fei was in a good mood after hanging up the phone from Gene.

To be called a friend by Jean and recommend him to him, the other person is obviously not a mortal.

When the time comes, go and have a look. If you can make some extra money, then why not do it.

There was nothing to say all night. After breakfast the next day, Li Yunhe stayed to take care of Zhang Huan. The others drove three luxury cars to Lingquan Mountain with Lu Fei.

Zhang Huaizhi's hometown is Huali Village, Liyang County.

Lu Fei had been there before when he was collecting rags and had some knowledge about it.

It is surrounded by mountains on three sides and can only see sunlight for less than two hours a day. The feng shui is very average.

Lu Fei wanted to give Zhang Huaizhi a high-standard funeral, but it was obviously not suitable for the old Zhang to settle down there.

With a radius of dozens of kilometers around Bianliang, Lingquan Mountain has the best feng shui.

Otherwise, there would not be so many high-standard tombs found in Lingquan Mountain.

As for the best place in Lingquan Mountain's feng shui, Lu Fei knew that it was next to the mountain spring where he had tempered his body.

Everyone walked up the mountain and arrived at their destination twenty minutes later.

After taking a short rest, the little puppy looked around with his hands behind his back and pointed out the country.

"Not bad, really good."

"This is a rare Feng Shui treasure land!"

"Hiss——"

"Brother Long, do you still know how to read Feng Shui?" Wang Xinlei asked.

"Hold!"

"You look down on me, don't you?"

"Brother Yuan gave me a book about Feng Shui and Kanyu. I have read several pages!" said the little dog.

"How many pages does it matter?"

"It doesn't work for others, but it's enough for a genius like me." Little Milk Dog said confidently.

Bai Zirui chuckled.

“Then please ask Master Di to tell you what’s so good about Feng Shui here?”

"It's easy. Let me give you a cigarette first."

Wang Xinlei lit it for the little milk dog, who took a deep breath, stretched out his right hand holding the cigarette, shook it and said in a coquettish voice.

“Feng Shui Feng Shui, as the name suggests, must have wind and water.”

"puff.

.”

"Isn't this bullshit?"

"That's it, I fucking know it too!" Wang Xinlei said contemptuously.

"Be patient and listen to what I have to say."

"Where we are, we have green mountains at our back and a wide open space in front of us."

"To the east is Bianhe River, to the west is"

"Pooh!"

"You can pull him down!"

"The Bianhe River is obviously to the west. Can you please read more before you come out and show off?" Bai Zirui said.

"Don't worry about the south, east, north, and west. If you can see the Bianhe River, it's good feng shui."

"Brother, am I right?"

"That's right!"

"The West District Red Brick Factory is right next to the Bianhe River. According to you, it's good Feng Shui?" Lu Fei said.

"puff"

"Hahaha"

"Brother, please don't be so harsh, okay?"

"The reason why you chose this place must be related to the Bianhe River, don't you think so?" asked the little dog.

"hey-hey!"

"You guessed wrong. My choice of this place really has nothing to do with the Bianhe River."

"Hey, I've also heard that good Feng Shui is when mountains and water hide the wind and absorb the energy."

"Shan Guan Ren Ding Shui Guan Wealth, you said it has nothing to do with Bianhe River, so what's so good about this place?" Bai Zirui asked.

Lu Fei pointed to the mountain spring ahead and said.

"You are right, a good Feng Shui bureau must have water."

"But the water here does not refer to the Bianhe River, but the mountain spring in front of us."

"That's it?"

"The bubble in this spring is only three meters long, and the water flow is not even fifty centimeters wide."

"Can such a small amount of water be used?" asked the little puppy.

Lu Fei chuckled.

"Don't look at the small flow of water

, but it’s very awesome. "

"What's so awesome about this?" the little milk dog asked.

"You can't see clearly from here. I'll take you to the mountain in the south later and you'll understand."

"Then let's go now?"

"I want to see what's so special about this mountain spring." The little milk dog muttered.

"Wait a moment, I'll take care of this first and then go over there."

Lu Fei said as he looked around, took out a piece of yellow paper from his bag, folded it into a book-sized square and placed it on the ground.

Then he moved a palm-sized stone and placed it on the yellow paper, clapped his hands and called for everyone to set off.

But this move aroused everyone's curiosity.

"Brother Fei, what's the use of putting some yellow paper on it?"

"Take a seat."

"Take a seat?"

"What do you mean?" Ji Yong asked.

"The place where the yellow paper is pressed is the shady house I ordered for Mr. Zhang."

"We can't break ground yet. Let's occupy the position first so that it won't be occupied by others while we are away. Then our work will be in vain." Lu Fei said.

"But, will pressing a few pieces of paper work?"

"If someone else throws away the yellow paper, wouldn't our work be in vain?" Wang Xinlei asked.

"Won't!"

"This is the rule."

"Pressing yellow paper is equivalent to pressing paper on a grave."

"Any gentleman who watches the ghost house must understand this rule."

“As soon as they see it, they immediately know someone is occupying the seat.”

"The location is occupied, which means that the ghost house is completed."

"No matter how good the feng shui is, no one will use it anymore."

"It's a big taboo if my family members are buried in the same cemetery." Lu Fei said.

"Brother Fei, what if Mr. Yin Zhai doesn't understand the rules and takes over this place?"

"How about I stay and watch?" Feng Zhe said.

"Need not!"