Speaking of the name of the old man Zhu Chengbi, the whole Weiyang people know that the old man's ancestors are big families, and the earliest one was the governor of Shaanxi in the Qing Dynasty.

Mr. Zhu before liberation was Zhu Chengbi's grandfather, in order to support Yan'an, he sold his family, he didn't even care about his wife and children, and once he lived by begging for food. Everyone thought he was crazy.

As for Zhu Chengbi's father, it was a legend, and he had studied Zhou Yi all his life.

Speaking of his madness, it is also a strange thing. Just in May 1966, Zhu Banxian had convulsions, foaming at the mouth, and stuffing his crotch with feces and urine.

Since then, Zhu Banxian's name has become even louder.

Zhang Kuan has never heard of these histories, and in his cognition, Xiao Wencheng is his master, and Zhu Chengbi is Xiao Wencheng's master.

In order to celebrate Zhu Chengbi's birthday, Xiao Wencheng dispatched the Taoyuan Choir again, drove three big cars, and arrived at the hot spring town.

Mr. Zhu's family had already prepared a banquet, set up a tent in the courtyard, separated more than ten tables, and came to celebrate his birthday in an endless stream. Most of them were favored by Zhu Banxian when he was alive.

As soon as the Taoyuan choir arrived, they began to pound and babble.

Xiao Wencheng led Zhang Kuan through the crowd, nodding and greeting everyone all the way.

Wen Cheng stepped forward to congratulate him first, and then asked Zhang Kuan to kowtow and smile at Mr. Zhu. Junbao, this kid, hehe, hey,

Mr. Zhu helped Zhang Kuan up and looked him up and down. I've seen it all last time." Mr. Zhu said, patted Zhang Kuan's shoulder, carefully looked at Zhang Kuan's face, and suddenly sighed.

"Are you sick?" Mr. Zhu said, touching his wide forehead with his hand and pressing it against his chest, with a strange expression. It's different from what I've seen before."

Mr. Zhu said, bowing his head in contemplation, and suddenly grabbed Zhang Kuan's arm. You come with me."

Zhang Kuan didn't know why.

Wen Chengcheng said: "Go with your master, I will accompany the guests here."

Zhang Kuan followed Mr. Zhu all the way through the hall to an old house, and when he entered the door, Zhang Kuan felt a cold breath, and his whole body was excited.

Mr. Zhu lowered the thick curtain and said to him. There's a pool of water up there, so it's shaded."

Zhang Kuan smiled. It's a great idea to build a house under a pool. Natural air conditioning."

Mr. Zhu opened his mouth and smiled, and at the same time pulled Zhang Kuan to him, looked carefully left and right, and then frowned, turned around and tossed in the room, took out a stone slab, and put it in front of Zhang Kuan.

Zhang Kuan looked down and saw that the slate was full of unrecognizable characters, and it was obscure, so he glanced at Mr. Zhu curiously.

Mr. Zhu said: "This is the holy hexagram of King Wen, I haven't used it for a long time, I'll give it to you today."

Zhang Kuan panicked." Give me a good fortune telling."

Mr. Zhu said: "I don't think your fortune has been quite right lately, I can't figure it out, do you remember where we met last time?"

Zhang Kuan nodded. Of course, I remember to meet you at Wanyuan Garment Factory."

The old gentleman said, "Yes, at that time, I agreed to sign the contract, because I saw that you have great luck, and the Wanyuan factory will definitely turn the corner because of you.

Zhang Kuan was taken aback. Don't scare me, what's wrong."

Mr. Zhu didn't answer, and shoved a turtle shell into Zhang Kuan's hand." Pour all the bones in the shell on the slate."

Zhang Kuan looked at the turtle shell, imagined the scene of shaking the autograph in the temple, shook it slightly, and then collapsed.

There was a crackle, and the five bones were scattered in various positions on the stone slab. Mr. Zhu looked down carefully, circled left and right, and moved the direction.

Mr. Zhu shook his head and said softly. It's weird, it's weird, it's a yin and yang hexagram."

Zhang Kuan was puzzled. What is the Yin-Yang Hexagram."

Mr. Zhu said: "The hexagram of great luck and great evil, auspiciousness has the appearance of an emperor, and the evil is the cry of ten thousand ghosts."

Zhang Kuan, a chicken thief, probably understood a little, and posted Mr. Zhu and asked in a low voice. You say I can be emperor."

Mr. Zhu said: "This is a way of saying that there is no emperor now, and there has never been an official in your family, and the emperor does not need to be considered.

Zhang Kuan smiled. Mr. Zhu is really powerful, I want to build a business empire, even more powerful than the current Evergreen Group, I want to open up all the production industries, so that Weiyang City is all my industry."

Mr. Zhu was shocked when he heard this. You're so ambitious."

Zhang Kuan smiled. I don't know if I can make it happen."

Mr. Zhu said, "This is not good, it is too child's play, and the state will not allow you to do this."

Zhang Kuan said: "Then the country can't do its own production, the previous state-owned companies have all gone bankrupt, why don't he let me do it if I can develop it privately."

Mr. Zhu said, "You have made all the money in the world, and the country can be happy."

"What's upset about this, I'll pay him more taxes."

"That's not what you say, sometimes, money doesn't solve everything."

"It's fine." Zhang Kuanman doesn't care about the authentic road." It's not difficult to do today."

Mr. Zhu sighed. Well, you can do whatever you want, but you have to pay attention, always remember that the benefit of the people is the foundation of the rise."

Zhang Kuan nodded. Rest assured, we will not treat the people badly."

After Mr. Zhu finished speaking, he walked out, stopped again, and asked Zhang Kuan. I saw you before, I saw you only Hongfu, I didn't see danger, you have had something strange happen lately, and it feels very different to me."

Zhang Kuan wanted to say that he had killed someone, and he was worried about scaring Mr. Zhu, so he smiled and said, "What's the matter, I'm still me."

Mr. Zhu was silent, and said in his heart: You are no longer you.

The two of them came out of the water house, walked to the front hall, looked sideways, and found that there were several photo frames hanging on the wall.

Mr. Zhu turned around and asked him with a strange expression. When have you ever met this person."

Zhang Kuan said: "Not long ago, I was sick, he treated me, oh, yes, I heard my father call him Mr. Zhu, do you know?"

Mr. Zhu had a gloomy face. Of course I do. That's my father."

Zhang Kuan was surprised. That's my master, I didn't thank me for saving me last time, where are the others."

"It's been three years since I died." Mr. Zhu said so, turned around and left.

Only Zhang Kuan was left standing in place, unable to return to his senses for a long time, stammering to say something, and finally he was bold, holding on to the wall, and walking out step by step.

"It must be wrong, not alone." Zhang Kuan comforted himself.

Soon, it was time to celebrate the birthday, Zhang Kuan followed Xiao Wencheng, each holding a suona, and blew a song "Social Celebration".

After the birthday celebration, it was a birthday banquet. Zhang Kuan followed a group of people to eat Haisai, and soon became a little hazy and drunk, and began to brag with others.

Mr. Zhu used the excuse that he was not in good health, that he would not drink, and that he would greet Wen Cheng after entertaining the guests, and that he would call Zhang Kuan to the bedroom, and that he had something to talk about.

Zhang Kuan borrowed the strength of the wine and went with a big grin, and smiled at Mr. Zhu. Master, if you have something to explain, I'll do it for you in minutes."

Mr. Zhu asked Zhang Kuan to sit down, and then said: "A man, if he wants to achieve great things, in addition to his own outstanding ability, the right time, place and people are indispensable.

Zhang Kuan was stunned and asked. My master is saying that I am unlucky."

Mr. Zhu nodded. It is exactly, if today's luck is one, there is a clear lord in the court, but you want to share his luck, and naturally it is dangerous."

Zhang Kuan panicked." Then I'm not going to share his luck, I'll be able to do my best."

Mr. Zhu shook his head. The last time I saw you, it was just a small seedling, and the next time I saw you, it has grown into a towering tree.

"So ferocious." Zhang Kuan pondered what had happened to him recently, and he had a dream from the God of Wealth without complaint or reason, and he had eaten an old turtle.

Just ask if you think about it." So what am I going to do so that I don't have bad luck, and I don't have to separate good luck."

Mr. Zhu said: "Luck is not a matter of separation, it is a conflict, I called you, there is a way."

Zhang Kuan was overjoyed when he heard this. What's the solution?"

Mr. Zhu suddenly changed his tone and asked, "Are you already engaged?"

Zhang Kuan was stunned and replied truthfully. Already engaged."

Mr. Zhu nodded. Do you have a picture of the woman, I'll take a look."

Zhang Kuan took out his mobile phone, clicked on the photo album, and showed him Xu Jiaojiao's photo.

Zhang Kuan was angry and shocked when he heard this.Xu Jiaojiao was cheap.It's not the first time I've heard of it.My father also said it.He even wondered if Mr. Zhu was in cahoots with his father.

After thinking about it, I continued to flip through the album and showed Mr. Zhu's photo of Zhang Yanling.

Mr. Zhu still shook his head, and his face was not ugly. Although this woman is good, she has a prosperous husband, but she is not the best candidate, and she is still accompanied by danger from time to time."

Zhang Kuan has no choice." These are the only two women I can marry."

Mr. Zhu drew the album by himself to look at it, and when he found the dumb photo, his eyes were shining and his face was overjoyed." This woman is a perfect match, and she will help you succeed."

Zhang Kuan looked down and smiled helplessly. She's a chicken."

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