Feng Bugui looked at the two in front of him.

One of them, a white shirt, a black ripped denim cool, black sunglasses, if it weren't for the dzi on his neck, Feng Bugui wouldn't have recognized such a trendy young man dressed as Luo Fan.

The other man, half a head shorter, slightly chubby, with a floral shirt, blue jeans, black sunglasses, shaved hair on both sides of his ears, and two intersecting white marks, a few centimeters of broken hair on the top of his head, and was scratched by hairspray.

"What are you two doing here?" After watching it for a long time, Feng Bugui asked such a sentence.

"Ah, Uncle Feng, we are all like this, do you recognize it?" asked Fat Dahai as he took off his glasses and asked in surprise.

"Hmph, you are fat, you can recognize it when you make braised pork!" Feng Bugui said funny.

Luo Fan shook his body and walked to the side of Chahai and sat down, Erlang crossed his legs, "I recognize it too?"

Feng Bugui couldn't laugh, "You still have a dzi around your neck!"

"Oh, too!" Luo Fan snorted and put the dzi in his collar, "I go out like this, won't they recognize me?"

"Hmm! I don't recognize it!" Feng Bugui said truthfully.

"Uncle Feng, Uncle Feng!" Fat Dahai leaned over, "You said that Mr. Luo's clothes rack, what he wears looks like, his temperament has changed!"

Luo Fan has changed like this, not to mention that Feng will not return, after going out, even if someone is looking for someone with Luo Fan's previous photos, they will not be able to recognize it.

He's no different from the fashionable youngsters out there.

After Feng Bugui was affirmed here, Luo Fan went back to Wushi Pavilion and went out to walk on Wenwan Street, and he found that there were many more people on the street today.

It's all some young girls, in groups, so that the eyes of the stall owners around them are not enough, and even the fat sea has begun to stand at the door of Jinbao Zhai to fool people again.

Luo Fan looked at those girls holding mobile phones, looking around, and knew that they must have met by chance on the Internet who followed the trend and said that they wanted to come to Wenyu Street.

Luo Fan walked past the two girls, and when he heard their words, he couldn't help but feel funny.

"I'll just say it's so easy to meet!"

"If it's easy, it can't be called a chance encounter!"

"Then you can't come every day!"

"I don't care, anyway, you look at them, we don't come, what if they run into it?"

"But people don't know if they're here, so you're just waiting here?"

"What else should I do? Hey, look, there's a live broadcast over there!"

Luo Fan followed what the girl said, turned his head to look at the other end, and sure enough, he saw a girl feeling a selfie stick, interacting with the people in the live broadcast room on her mobile phone while walking.

"Family, I've been walking around Wenwan Street for a while now, and I haven't met that fairy-looking little brother until now, so let's go and ask others to see if anyone knows him!" After the girl finished speaking, she made a gesture to her mobile phone and walked to the stall next to her to inquire.

The corners of Luo Fan's mouth twitched, and he turned around and went back to the Nothing Pavilion.

These people are really idle!

If you don't want people to find it, you can't find it even if you give them GPS location.

Yoyo Dada returned to Wushi Pavilion, and Luo Fan received a call from Shen Mingkun.

"Mr. Luo, I've done the thing, all the posts on the Internet have been deleted, look, do you want to pursue the person who sent your photo?" asked Shen Mingkun respectfully.

"Forget it, that's it, I'm sorry for you!" said Luo Fan.

"Okay, Mr. Naluo, please feel free to call me if you have anything in the future!"

Hanging up the phone, Luo Fan tilted his head and thought about it, this Shen Mingkun's change in attitude towards him was simply three hundred and sixty degrees without dead ends.

If his son Shen Shengwen can learn a lesson from this, his family will return to its original state in the future, and if he holds a grudge and insists on going his own way, then the consequences of the Shen family will be unknown.

After a few more days, things on the Internet gradually stopped moving, and the weekend came, early in the morning, Feng Bugui asked Fat Dahai to call Luo Fan, and the three of them took the car and drove to the Jiulong Lake Hotel in the suburbs.

Li Jiahao of Hong Kong City, the richest man in Hong Kong City, and an international chain of real estate brands - Guyun Garden, are well-known at home and abroad.

This time to Jiangcheng for development, it has attracted many famous enterprises that want to cooperate.

Among them are the two construction companies of the Mu family and the Sun family.

The Kowloon Lake Hotel is a four-star hotel, and it is said that it was also bought by Li Jiahao for the land of Kowloon Lake.

As soon as Luo Fan and Feng Bugui arrived at the place, they were immediately greeted by a woman in professional clothes.

"Master Feng, welcome! I am Mr. Li's secretary, and my surname is Su. "The woman is in her thirties, with black-rimmed glasses, a shrewd and capable appearance, and a professional smile.

"Well, Miss Su is good!" Feng Bugui smiled back, and when he glanced at Secretary Su, he could see that his six relatives were estranged and not married.

"Please go this way, Mr. Li wanted to meet Master Feng, but there were too many things, so I had to send you an invitation, please Haihan!"

The words are beautiful.

Not to mention anything else, first elevated Feng Bugui's identity, and then ignored today's purpose, this secretary is simply too competent.

After the Jiulong Lake Hotel changed hands, it was renovated, and as soon as you entered the lobby, an ancient and elegant wind came to your face.

Bypassing the lobby and getting on the elevator, the top floor is a small business hall, which has been arranged in buffet style.

Secretary Su took the two of them out of the elevator and into the small hall, and there were already many people inside.

It looks like it's either the boss or the ...... Mr. Feng Shui.

Several of them were still holding compasses in their hands, looking around from the window in a decent manner.

Luo Fan couldn't help but laugh, what could be seen in this hotel.

Feng Bugui's arrival attracted the attention of many people, and those who knew each other quickly stepped forward to greet him warmly.

"Luo Fan, Master Feng, you're here too!" Mu Bingtian was stunned for a moment, and then walked over to say hello.

"Mr. Mu!" Feng Bu replied, and Luo Fan just nodded.

"Master Feng, Luo ...... Sir!" Boss Sun also greeted politely, but when he called Dao Luofan, he hesitated, not knowing what to call this friend's ex-son-in-law, but there is always nothing wrong with calling Mr.

"Boss Sun!" Feng Bugui recognized Sun Wangcai and nodded with a smile.

"Master Feng actually remembers it!" Sun Wangcai looked flattered.

After a few pleasantries, Secretary Su led them to a nearby tea table, where a middle-aged man in his sixties was sitting and talking to a man who looked quite superior.

The middle-aged man has a slightly thin figure, a slender face, a rich treasury, a wide and thick forehead, and the appearance of gathering wealth should be Li Jiahao.

And the person next to him, about forty years old, slightly chubby, wearing Chinese-style cardigan clothes and trousers, his hair was neatly combed back of his head, and he looked at him coldly, a bit like Feng Bugui.

It's just a face......

Luo Fan frowned, hanging eyes, wide face and long nose, nose with drooping flesh and boneless cheeks, a typical treacherous villain, and a look of forgetting righteousness!

Moreover, this person's eyebrows are yellow and his eyes are dim, his eyebrows are scattered, Tiancang is blue and black, and the disaster of imprisonment is imminent.

"Mr. Li, Master Feng has arrived!" Secretary Su said.

"Master Feng! I have admired my name for a long time!" Li Jiahao was very easy-going, standing up and shaking hands with Feng Bugui.

"Fortunately!" Feng replied with a good voice.

"Master Feng, please take a seat!" Li Jiahao gave up the position next to him to Feng Bugui, Luo Fan was really young, and he had changed his style, thinking that he was a guy who followed Feng Bugui.

Feng Bugui glanced at Luo Fan, who shook his head and found a place to sit down behind him.

"I heard Master Huang say that when you come to Jiangcheng, you must find Master Feng, but there were too many things before, so I can only take this opportunity to take the liberty of posting! I hope you will forgive me!" Li Jiahao said politely.

Feng Bugui glanced at the bracelet on his wrist, the old Huanghuali bracelet, the pulp is very thick, it looks quite good, if he guessed correctly, it must be a transfer magic weapon given by Master Huang.

"Where, I haven't seen Master Huang for a long time, he has already emerged when he was young, and later went to Hong Kong City to develop, so he must be very helpful to the people over there!" Feng Bugui said.

"Indeed!" Li Jiahao nodded with a smile.

Luo Fan listened, and looked at the environment of Jiulong Lake through the window next to him.

Not to mention, this location, the whole view of Jiulong Lake, build a community residence here, there is a famous hall in front of the back, it is a very good feng shui treasure, but the left side of the lake shore protrudes outward with a scream, and it needs to be adjusted in the later stage, otherwise it will become a broken army.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Li Jiahao introduce the person next to Feng Bugui.

"Oh, Master Feng, let me introduce you, this is a very famous Maoshan descendant now, I also invited it, I want to come to Jiangcheng to develop, you should also know each other!" Li Jiahao said with a smile.

Feng Bugui shook his head, "I haven't seen it! I don't know what Mr. is called?"

The man glanced at Feng Bugui, revealing a hint of pride, "There is no dust in Xiamao Mountain!"

Feng Bugui was stunned for a moment, and looked back at Luo Fan, who almost squirted out a mouthful of water.

Maoshan dust-free?

Where did the liar come from?

Not to mention that everyone knows each other from top to bottom of Maoshan Mountain, but he is familiar with the true disciples inside, and he has never heard of such a person as Wuchenzi.

Maoshan started from the Qing Dynasty, and there is no one who starts without a word, this person really dares to make it up!

However, this also made Luo Fan think of one thing at once, which he said in Guanglong Temple not long ago.

It was said that someone pretended to be a Taoist priest of Maoshan and deceived outside, and the amount was huge, which alarmed the police.

They wouldn't have met me so coincidentally today!

Coupled with this person's physiognomy, Luo Fan is ninety percent sure!

"Then ......" the corners of Feng Bugui's mouth twitched, "I don't know what the Dustless Daoist is good at?

"No need to ask for advice!" Wuchenzi looks like he is superior, others seem to be quite superior, but in Luo Fan's eyes, he is a cowardly attitude!

"We Maoshan people, I Ching gossip, plum blossoms are easy to count, yin and yang five elements, yang house and yin house to see feng shui are all compulsory courses, there is nothing not good at!"

Feng Shui line, everyone is good at different, there are good at annotating divination, there are good at Feng Shui, there are also good at plum blossoms, and there are good at Mai Shenxiang, different classifications, different lines, this person can't even say the right thing, but he still has to pretend to know everything.

It's laughing to death!

Luo Fan really couldn't help it, tears of laughter flowed out, even if he didn't dare to say that he knew everything, this liar came as soon as he opened his mouth.

If you really don't understand the doorway here, you will definitely be fooled by him.

"Huh?" Seeing Luo Fan's smile without an image, Wuchenzi's face suddenly sank, "Hmph, ignorant child!"

"Me?" Luo Fan smiled and pointed at himself and asked, "Ignorant? are you still a child? Oops, laugh at me!" haha......

Luo Fan's undisguised ridicule immediately attracted the attention of the others, and they all looked at him.

Feng Bugui knew that Uncle Xiao was going to clean up the people, so he picked up the teapot without any waves, poured it for himself, and poured it for Li Jiahao, but he didn't care about the dust.

Li Jiahao glanced at Feng Bugui with some puzzlement, Feng Bugui looked back at the past, Li Jiahao, who was old and refined, could see from this faint glance that the person brought by Feng Bugui was not an ordinary person, and there was a problem with the dustless man who was blown like an immortal descending from the earth.

also silently drank tea with Feng Bugui.