Reinventing the Millennium

The fierce light in Fang Zhuo's eyes disappeared momentarily, but the unhappiness on his face was not hidden.

He said slowly: "Master Zheng, you don't want to say this casually."

Today, Wang Fengyi pulled him to see the snake. To change his mood, even if the atmosphere was not what he was used to, he didn't care. He felt that the snake coming from an empty pot that he didn't notice was indeed a worthwhile trip.

However, this seems to be a tactic, saying in front of so many people that he may be in trouble in ten years... In addition, he kept mentioning Qiu Xiaoguan before, I am afraid it is really a disaster.

Fang Zhuo looked unhappy.

The atmosphere in the restaurant also dropped to freezing point with his light tone. The drunkenness could not cover up the respect for the other party's wealth and status and the fear of the legendary energy behind him.

For ordinary people, they might really panic.

However, Master Zheng is a person who has gone in and squatted there, and has come through the era of qigong craze. Now he has many disciples and many guests, and he is quite successful.

Although the look just now shocked him, this time he came here with President Fang as his target, and now it was in full view of everyone. He was heartbroken, but he still followed his original plan and expressed his apology first: "Yes, Fang." Sir, I'm sorry, I was rash."

Master Zheng glanced at the others, meaning that he shouldn't have said this in public, not that he said it wrong.

He stood up, brought a glass of wine, and asked for a penalty to apologize.

Fang Zhuo stretched out his hand to stop him and said: "Master Zheng, you are capable. Now that I have said this, it doesn't matter. Otherwise, I won't be able to drink this wine safely."

Master Zheng was holding the wine glass, as if he didn't want to drink it or not. After thinking for a while, he still drank the wine, then sat down and said: "Mr. Fang, this kind of thing depends on the word fate. What comes out of my mouth is what goes in." As you know, our meeting today is the origin."

"This year is Yi and You, the Yi of the heavenly stem is Yin wood, and the You of the earthly branches is Yin metal."

"According to the Sixty Jiazi Nayin, there is Jiashen in front of it. This is the water in the spring, which belongs to the gutter water. It likes spring trees in the east and summer fire in the south."

Master Zheng took a breath and then said: "This month is Wu Zi, Wu of the heavenly stem belongs to the earth of Yang, the son of the earthly branch belongs to the water of Yang, and Nayin is thunderbolt fire."

"When the two meet, it's like the electric golden snake and the cloudy cavalry changing."

"I look at Mr. Fang's face and palms. This change has been in his fortune for ten years since it started. By the end of Jiawu and Yiwei, he blends in the sand but is different from the sand. He lives in the fire and is refined by the fire. This is called gold in the sand. Mr. Fang's change In four words, the image can be said to be the most powerful thing in the world."

"But when it reaches the extreme, Mr. Fang must restrain himself, get rid of the sharpness, and hide the golden energy. When the time comes, there will be no danger, and he will survive the disaster safely."

Master Zheng took a long breath: "The changes in the world's energy and the experiences in life are really mysterious. You can't see everything, know everything, and believe it. Mr. Fang, let's talk about it briefly. This is my fault. I sin."

He picked up a glass of wine again, but this time he didn't stand up. He just drank it in one gulp and then put the glass down.

"Mr. Fang, my spirit is declining, so I'll stop here today."

Master Zheng left without waiting for Mr. Fang's answer.

Fang Zhuo narrowed his eyes, but said loudly: "Master Zheng, I only do good deeds and don't care about my future. I would like to toast you with this glass of wine. I will pay you a visit again when I have the opportunity to go to Pingxiang."

He had been sipping wine before and this was the first time he drank a full glass.

Master Zheng nodded with a smile and left.

A master walked out of the restaurant, and coupled with the master's brief conversation, the atmosphere was quite strange for a while.

"Master Zheng has real skills, and Mr. Fang has good luck. This is fate today." Liao Yinyong spoke up to break the silence.

Fang Zhuo nodded slightly, raised his wine glass, and said, "Mr. Liao said it right, use restraint and lose sharpness. This is the master's advice. I'd like to toast you."

Liao Yinyong was flattered and quickly stood up and drank the wine.

After this glass of wine, as Wang Fengyi deliberately rekindled the atmosphere, the wine table gradually became less awkward.

Fang Zhuo was different from the previous taste, and almost drank a round of wine, and finally said: "Meeting you today, according to the master, is also a matter of fate. I will have the opportunity to cooperate more in the future."

When everyone heard what Mr. Fang said, they were naturally overjoyed and cheered.

The dinner ended here.

"Mr. Fang, this..." Wang Fengyi accompanied Mr. Fang, hesitating a little. Can we still do the afternoon activities?

"Go back." Fang Zhuoyan said concisely and concisely.

However, before leaving, he wanted to say goodbye to Master Zheng, but he was declined by the master and his apprentice, saying that the master was in a mood and needed to rest, so he left a gift as a testimony of the fate of this meeting.

Fang Zhuo was a little surprised. He took the small gift box and did not insist. He only asked the apprentice to convey his gratitude.

The car left the farmhouse.

Fang Zhuo sat in the car and threw the gift box directly into Wang Fengyi's arms without opening it: "Borrow flowers to offer to Buddha. Brother Wang, I'll give them to you."

Wang Fengyi was shocked: "Ah? Mr. Fang, don't you even look at what's inside?"

Fang Zhuo laughed and said nothing.

Wang Fengyi thought for a while, opened the exquisite gift box, and found that the gift was a small mahogany sword with a simple shape.

He showed it to Mr. Fang and said, "What does the Peach Wood Sword mean? Did it ask Mr. Fang to overcome obstacles?"

Fang Zhuo shook his head, who knew what the master meant.

Wang Fengyi looked at the gift over and over for a while, turned around and saw Mr. Fang in the back seat thoughtfully, and asked: "Mr. Fang, this, this, what are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about going to a famous Taoist temple when I have time and donating a golden body to the Buddha." Fang Zhuo came back to his senses.

Wang Fengyi put the mahogany sword back into the gift box and coughed. He was a little unsure whether Mr. Fang was joking. After hesitating, he said bluntly: "Mr. Fang, let's not believe this. If you have that kind of money, why not dig more?" Get some talent.”

Fang Zhuo was surprised: "Brother Wang, you don't believe it? Why did you bring me here if you don't believe it?"

"Change into a snake, I want you to see Zheng Mu transform into a snake, but to say that there will be calamity in these ten years..." Wang Fengyi shook his head slightly, "If we really want to verify that he is right, we have to wait ten years, which is too shameless."

Fang Zhuo asked with interest: "Don't you believe in this kind of fortune telling?"

"Although it is better to believe that something exists than to believe something does not exist." Wang Fengyi said carefully, "But, I don't really believe in these. I think Mr. Fang, you don't usually pay attention to this kind of thing. The company has its own rules and regulations. It’s better not to let this kind of thing disturb your mood.”

Fang Zhuo sighed leisurely: "Who said that Brother Wang only knows about eating, drinking and having fun? This is quite determined. He is really my critic."

Wang Fengyi nodded: "You must have determination. After all, it doesn't mean that I will have a disaster in the future."

Fang Zhuo laughed.

After a while, he said: "Today I came to see the snake-turning. I really didn't see any flaws in Master Zheng's skill. It was quite magical. As for the changes in fortune he mentioned..."

Wang Fengyi listened to Mr. Fang’s thoughts.

Fang Zhuo did not continue.

This Master Zheng is quite famous. The most famous thing is his interaction with Ma Ren. However, he observes his words and deeds, recruits many goddaughters, builds a mansion in his hometown, makes money and recruits disciples, both real and imaginary. The master's temperament doesn't quite match.

Later, things failed and I went in again and never came out again.

If you look at me from now on, you may be cheating.

But having said that, when it comes to Fang Zhuo, I have to think more about this "I would rather believe something exists than believe nothing" thing. What if I meet someone who is capable? Maybe people have had wine and meat go through their intestines, but what about Buddha’s heart?

We can neither listen to his empty assertions for ten years, nor can we treat him like this and ignore him.

Moreover, looking at Master Zheng's eloquent talk today, he walked away and gave gifts behind closed doors. He also had some tricks. If he really tried to seduce Qiu Lanhua, I don't know what the unlucky man would be like.

Fang Zhuo has a very simple way of judgment.

If you think you are a master, then let’s hold you to the standards of a master.

If it is really mysterious, you may not be able to treat it as an honored guest.

If it's just pretentiousness, then...it depends on the situation.

Fang Zhuo made his decision without any hesitation. He looked at the scenery outside the car window and said with a smile: "If I go to the dojo and donate a gold body, it will help the ice core manufacturing technology to achieve a smooth breakthrough, that will be quite profitable."

"Hey, hey, Mr. Fang, don't be so angry." Wang Fengyi became more and more sober, "Today's show is just for fun and entertainment. These people I met, they talked about luxury cars, but you always think that the Rolls-Royce has a big butt, and they talked about luxury houses. , Mr. Fang, your boss, has a man who builds a house, they talk about female celebrities, but you are always the same every day and every night, what is there to say?"

Fang Zhuo cast a questioning look.

Wang Fengyi shrugged: "I just came to see the snake. Mr. Fang, do you think the snake is good-looking?"

"It looks good." Fang Zhuo said his true impression.

"As long as it looks good." Wang Fengyi said seriously, "If I really want to make you worry, Mr. Fang, I, Wang Fengyi, will be a sinner."

"Brother Wang, I'm serious, I think it's not a bad idea to hedge risks." Fang Zhuo smiled slightly.

"Huh?" Wang Fengyi didn't understand.

Fang Zhuo said: "When you meet Lao Qiu later, ask him what the backing stone is and not the backing stone. Tell him that thing is not good. If necessary, I will give him a few more pots of orchids."

Wang Fengyi said nonchalantly: "This kind of thing must be exaggerated by Zheng Mu. I believe District Chief Qiu."

Fang Zhuo sighed more and more: "Brother Wang, you are really... strong without desire."

"Didn't Master tell people that you will always be happy when you are content with what you have." Wang Fengyi said with a smile, "I just eat and wait for death, and I will always be happy when I am content with what I have."

Fang Zhuo shook his head, Brother Wang's mentality is really stable...

He stopped talking about the master's physiognomy and started talking about the snake he saw today.

However, although Wang Fengyi saw it for the first time, he still didn't see any flaws this time.

The two chatted for a while, both amazed.

In the afternoon, I didn’t make much arrangements due to changes in my itinerary.

Fang Zhuo had free time today and invited Wang Fengyi to drink tea in the office and chatted for a while to relieve his hangover.

And in the evening, he called over the security assistant Chen Hu who was on vacation today.

Chen Hu came from New York. When he first retired from the Chamber of Commerce, he was not used to it. Now, after more than half a year, he has adapted to the new work and life.

"Ahu, something happened today."

Fang Zhuo described the snake he saw coming from the empty basin to Chen Hu, and asked: "This man said he used Qigong. Have you heard anything similar?"

"A snake comes from an empty basin? It seems like a magic trick." Chen Hu recalled carefully, "I thought I heard it when I was in Chinatown."

Fang Zhuo nodded: "Then ask New York whether it is qigong or magic. Don't just ask New York. You can start looking for a magician for me tomorrow to see if you can replicate such a performance. Don't make any noise."

Chen Hu responded and didn't think it was a difficult task. It sounded like a juggler.

Fang Zhuo first explained the matter and then continued with the second matter: "Contact the Chamber of Commerce to bring a few more people, preferably from Gan Province, to return to China in the name of the Chamber of Commerce and go to Pingxiang to have a look. Well, don't use the name of the Anliang Chamber of Commerce. When looking for other chambers of commerce, just say return to your hometown to invest.”

"The person who turned into a snake today is a master. You ask them to get on the line with the master to calculate their fortunes and see if they are accurate. See if they can calculate whether the investment back home is true or false."

Chen Hu was stunned: "Fortune teller? Master?"

Fang Zhuo nodded.

Chen Hu heard what the boss meant and speculated that he might have encountered a liar.

He thought for a few seconds and asked, "Mr. Fang, what if he is not accurate?"

Fang Zhuo hesitated.

If the calculation is not accurate...

He subconsciously glanced at the "Be Kind to People" hanging in his office and said: "You may need a master's guidance to invest in your hometown. If he asks for benefits such as benefits, the amount is more than 2 million, then I sincerely invite him to go to Chinatown to tell fortunes. Is the fortune telling possible?" No food to eat.”

Chen Hu understood.

Mr. Fang is still kind-hearted. What master dares to ask for 2 million in favors? This is giving that master a way out.

If it were him, he wouldn't dare to ask for money, so he would immediately put it in a sack and take it away.

"Mr. Fang, is there anything else?" Chen Hu rarely helps his boss with things, so he must do it clearly to avoid making mistakes.

Fang Zhuo shook his head slightly, but there was nothing else.

Master Zheng is so miraculous that he can predict his own fortune for ten years as soon as he opens his mouth. At his level, isn’t it easy to see the authenticity of several overseas investments back home?

If the horse really stumbles, there is still a chance of survival for him, with fifty Dao and fourty-nine Tianyan.

If you don’t even want this chance of life, then go abroad to start your business.

Chen Hu left happily.

To say that the job of protecting Mr. Fang's safety is really boring. It's so easy to have such fun come to my door. I really need to perform well.

Fang Zhuo sat in the office, drank a cup of tea, and practiced calligraphy for a while.

Before leaving get off work, I still felt that I should give Lao Qiu a call in person.

The call came through quickly.

"Old leader, today I went to see a master who turned into a snake. I heard that he had a very happy relationship with you before? Is this the case?" Fang Zhuo was straightforward.

Qiu Lanhua was quite shocked before she could speak: "Ah? We had a great conversation? I met such a person, so I just watched the trick and chatted for a few words. How do you say we had a great conversation?"

Fang Zhuo felt relieved, but it was still the same mix of truth and falsehood. He joked: "They also said they would give you a backing stone."

Qiu Lanhua categorically denied: "There is no such thing. It's nonsense. I never believe that. Mr. Fang, don't you understand me?"

"Yes, the old leader is a person who has experienced ups and downs, and he has this determination." Fang Zhuo said with a smile, "When you have time to drink tea, just say so."

The call goes through quickly and the call hangs up quickly.

Before Judi could recover, there was already a blind tone on her phone.

Hey, Mr. Fang, hasn't he been cultivating his moral character recently? Why did he listen to endless rumors and call himself specifically to get confirmation?