Become a legend in Hong Kong

Time passed by for more than half a month, and Zhong Fabai was busy working around and finally solved the feng shui problem of Huiguang Building.

The process is somewhat tortuous, because the restrictions are too great. Unless the Glow Building is demolished and rebuilt, or any of the surrounding buildings are demolished to reset the atmosphere, there is no way to completely change the destiny.

This is obviously impossible. Even if Zhong Fabai finally contacted the owner of Glow Building, explained the interests in person, and showed a little Taoist skills, the other party would firmly disagree.

Only a few people die every year, but we can afford to die, but we must not tear down the building because we cannot afford to pay compensation.

Fortunately, this person did not do too much, and earned himself some positive and negative virtues. He agreed with Zhong Fabai to use a small trend to change the big trend, and started construction on the original layout of the Glow Building, adding some objects to improve Feng Shui, such as fountains and greenery. Plant and so on.

Zhong Fabai couldn't think of anything after trying to save his life. He could only try his best to treat the symptoms rather than the root cause.

After the renovation, the hidden dangers of the Glow Building remain the same, but it ensures that evil spirits passing by will not be locked in and unable to get out like before.

At the same time, a large number of green plants bring vitality and are pleasing to the eye, changing the lifeless atmosphere of the tomb of this building. Lest any office worker be too stressed out, lose his mind for a moment, commit suicide, and then turn into a ghost and continue to harm others.

The results are slightly flawed and not perfect, but the performance is good.

From this deal, Sanjie Supernatural Company made more than 6 million yuan. In addition to appearance fees, design fees, and nutrition fees, the rest of the income came from amulets and house amulets.

Liao Wenjie didn't like this small amount of money, so he found Leon and Zhong Fabai and offered them two million points each.

The company has not yet officially opened for business, and the contract seals are all casually carved on the street. The current binding force depends on personal mood.

Besides, Zhong Fabai had been busy for more than half a month and only gave him 10%, which was a bit unjustifiable.

After dividing the money, Liao Wenjie took out the decoration design drawings. Manager Gao showed up and persuaded the other shareholders. The two parties signed a cooperation contract and were willing to decorate Sanjie Supernatural Company for free.

Eighteen full floors.

It was originally a half-floor building and there were too many offices to use it. Now it’s free, so you have to install it first even if you don’t use it. And because it is free, the materials must be environmentally friendly, preferably the kind that can be opened immediately the day after the renovation is completed.

Lyon was not very satisfied with the design. It was too simple and not elegant enough, so he suggested painting it all black.

Liao Wenjie nodded solemnly. If you have any opinions, you can raise them. You can speak freely without restraint. Let's discuss it together, and then whoever has more equity will have the final say.

It's reasonable and legal.

Leon refused to accept it, so Liao Wenjie spread his hands. The eighteenth floor has been under construction for more than a week and there is no need to change it. If Leon is still not satisfied, he can change the style of his office alone.

Only then did Leon give up. He had no other requests. The walls, floors, and ceilings were all painted black.

Liao Wenjie nodded, apparently agreeing.

The office is close to the sun and is still dark, so it will be extremely hot to work in. Leon can bear it, and his assistant Pat will most likely kneel down.

In a dignified ghost-catching company, an employee suddenly died in the office and turned into a ghost. The impact was too bad to spread.

Therefore, it is definitely not possible to paint them all black. Then the whole black curtains will be considered.

With this, the first shareholders' meeting was successfully concluded, Zhong Fabai was busy counting money, Leon got his dream office, and Liao Wenjie got the property rights certificate for the eighteenth floor.

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[Disguise (Introduction)]

Something happened to the Glow Building, and Liao Wenjie received a reward from the system.

He personally felt that [Disguise Technique] was repeated and was no different from the [Makeup Technique] he obtained before. Considering that they were all entry-level, any differences would be reflected after upgrading, so he threw it into the warehouse to gather dust.

Poor, cash-strapped, no money to upgrade.

Ever since he got the high-feeding white paper and achieved some success in practice, he had a bold idea. I have saved a lot of red ropes recently, but my income is not proportional to my expenses. I can only stare blankly if I want to upgrade.

Moreover, after taking the [Yi Jin Marrow Cleansing Pill] and making rapid progress, he felt that practicing the Eight Meridians was time-consuming and labor-intensive, so it was better to save more financial points, exchange them for better pills, and be reborn again.

It's best to do it in one step and become an immortal immediately.

If there are things he is satisfied with, there will naturally be things he is dissatisfied with. The police paranormal personnel have not contacted him yet. For this reason, he even called Superintendent Huang specifically.

Superintendent Huang said that he had conveyed his original words truthfully without missing a word. The other party refused to see Liao Wenjie. He was helpless. It was not a system and he had no right to direct and dispatch.

Even after talking about this, the other party still refuses to meet. There are only a few possibilities.

The first type is a den of soldiers and bandits. The Black Stone and the Walking Dead are each other's creations, and they are afraid that their secrets will be exposed when they meet.

Secondly, Liao Wenjie’s report was not the first. The other party had seized black stones before, so he was not lacking.

The third type is that Lyon’s reputation is too loud...

Talking about reality, Liao Wenjie thinks the first option is the least likely, and the third option is the most likely.

"If I had known this, I would have stayed away from him no matter what I said, but now he is like a dog-skin plaster, and I can't shake him off even if I want to."

After making a small complaint, Liao Wenjie suddenly thought of the property rights certificate on the 18th floor, decided to accept his fate, and comforted himself: "Actually, Leon is still okay, as long as you accept his neurotic persona, and then get used to his neurotic behavior..."

"Hey, how long do you want to keep mumbling there?"

Meng Luo opened the bedroom door with a look of displeasure. She didn't know where Liao Wenjie got the key. She came to the door shamelessly all day long. She didn't talk much, but she moved a lot.

"Meng Luo, you mean, it's time for me to enter the bedroom?"

"Of course not. Before you and your girlfriend break up, don't even think about stepping into my house."

"No, killing someone is illegal."

"..."

Meng Luo hugged her shoulders and leaned against the door. She almost fell down when she heard this and said angrily: "After all, I'm just a spare tire. You don't take me seriously at all!"

"Yes, look at it if you don't believe me."

Liao Wenjie stood up and left the sofa, holding Meng Luo's face in his hands: "Did you see it? All my eyes are on you."

"What's in your eyes is what's in your heart."

"Then in my heart, if you touch it, every time I jump, I will think of you."

"It's so nice to say it, but you didn't take me seriously at all!"

Connected end to end, perfectly closed.

Now it was Liao Wenjie's turn to be speechless. He came to deliver the message sincerely. Meng Luo was too resentful and could not communicate at all. In this case, there would be no communication.

"It's still early, do you want to have sex?"

"roll!"

"good."

Liao Wenjie picked up Mengluo sideways and opened the bedroom door.

"What are you doing? I told you to get out. I don't want to fight with you... wu wu wu..."

When it comes to things between men and women, if there is one, there are two, and if there are two, there are three. As long as there are zero breakthroughs, rounding up, it equals countless.

For more than half a month, Liao Wenjie went to the bar every day to spend money. He just spent money and ordered a non-duplicate drink, and then he paid the bill and everyone present received a drink.

Seven days later, Meng Luo couldn't sit still anymore and dragged Liao Wenjie to the second floor and told him not to spend money randomly.

It hurts to watch.

Although the bar is hers and the money she makes is hers, but the waiter takes a commission from the drinks. Even if there is no commission, part of it will be deducted from the tax, so she will lose money no matter how she calculates it.

After successfully breaking into the second floor, Liao Wenjie came up uninvited and shamelessly took out the key and opened the door.

The front line that Meng Luo was guarding was not worth mentioning in front of the shameless person.

From entering the room, to entering the bedroom, to entering the body... and then to entering humanistic life, it only took him three days in total.

By now, Meng Luo was somewhat accustomed to being a third party, but she was negligent and took Liao Wenjie home.

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"Why are you so shameless?"

Meng Luo walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel and saw Liao Wenjie lying on the bed watching TV. She was so angry that she was angry with the scumbag and herself.

"Businessmen can only make money if they are thick-skinned. Your bar business is average because you are too thin-skinned."

Liao Wenjie said while changing the channel: "If I were you, I would replace all the waiters with young and beautiful female students, with lower collars and higher skirts. Then let alone sell wine, just sell cool drinks for free, five hundred and one There are also people clamoring for the cup.”

"Bah, gangster!"

Meng Luo rolled her eyes and saw the camera flashing on the TV, and said hurriedly: "Change back, change back quickly, Hong Kong Island is hosting the World Gambling King Competition, everyone can sign up, I want to watch the news."

"Boring, what's so interesting about this thing?"

Liao Wenjie muttered, switched the channel back, and reached out to wave at Meng Luo. The latter snorted, looking reluctant, but still fell into his arms.

"This situation is special. It is said that the God of Gamblers has retired from the world. Many masters are preparing for this competition. The next God of Gamblers is about to emerge."

"Really? The news I heard is completely different from what you heard."

Liao Wenjie said with a smile: "The God of Gambling retired from the world, and the Gambling Devil went to jail to eat. The myth of these two ended. The World Gambling Association lost more than half of its popularity, and made less money. It is eager to support a new world-class gambling king. That’s why we urgently organized this competition.”

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course, the nature is completely different."

Liao Wenjie explained: "Although experts from all walks of life are here, in terms of reputation and skills, no one can compare with Gao Jin, and no one dares to say that he is a sure winner. Everyone is at the same level, and 80% of the final bet depends on luck. That's it. First of all, the gold content is seriously insufficient, and even if someone wins the crown, others will not be convinced."

Is there a difference?

Meng Luo still didn't understand, and asked doubtfully: "Why are you so familiar with the ways of the gambling world? Are you an insider and will participate in this gambling king competition?"

"Gao Jin met with me before leaving Hong Kong Island and mentioned this World Gambling King Competition."

"Lie to me again!"

Meng Luo covered her mouth and laughed: "It's all bragging anyway. Why didn't you say that the God of Gamblers invited you to participate in the competition? Brag a little louder and I might believe it."

"Haha, he really said that."

Liao Wenjie shrugged. When he was sweet-talking, Meng Luo could believe seven of the ten nonsense he said, but not one of the truth...

She deserved to hear nothing but sweet talk.

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There is a reward from the alliance leader ‘Ye, Ye’, and more will be added later.

I will make up for it (wipe away sweat), mainly three updates a day, not even a drop is left after writing, so it is a bit slow...