It may be that he has been working overtime for several days, and he has resigned from his job to relieve his spirits, this night, Yuan Lang has slept for fourteen hours, rubbed his eyes that are a little puffy, and he first absorbed the aura on the jade gourd as usual, and then got up and washed it.

Nothing happened, went downstairs for breakfast, Yuan Lang wandered around the used book stall again, and picked up a lot of books such as "Mai Physiognomy" and "Kanyu Studies", which can be regarded as a multifaceted understanding of feng shui book knowledge.

Bored to look at noon, Yuan Lang habitually glanced at the feng shui gourd hanging on the windowsill, this has been a day and a night, and the aura on it is still only the size of a ping pong ball.

Just as I was about to get myself something to eat, the phone in my pocket rang, and when I picked it up, I saw that it was Kong Qingqing calling.

Yuan Lang...... Do you have time now? On the other side of the phone, Kong Qingqing asked cautiously.

"Yes, have you made an appointment with the owner to see the property?" Yuan Lang smiled, he knew that this girl was embarrassed to trouble herself, so she could only bring it up first.

"Yes." Sure enough, Kong Qingqing nodded on the other side of the phone: "The owner said that you can measure the room on the spot at two o'clock in the afternoon......"

"That's fine." Looking at the time, it was already half past twelve, from the city to the place where the owner lived, it was estimated that the hour was still tight, Yuan Lang put a short sleeve on his body, and said: "You name a place, let's meet there." ”

"Is it okay to have the subway station on the right side of your Phoenix Road?" Kong Qingqing discussed: "I'll wait for you at that subway entrance." ”

"No problem." Yuan Lang nodded, hung up the phone, quickly washed his face, and trotted downstairs.

When he arrived at the subway entrance, Kong Qingqing was waiting there early in the morning, it was the noon rush hour of the subway, and after waiting for two trips, the two finally squeezed in.

The owner's home is in the fourth ring town on the outskirts of Shenzhen and Hong Kong, a family building called "Shenzhen-Hong Kong Cotton Spinning Factory", and it took nearly an hour to take the bus from the subway station before Yuan Lang and Kong Qingqing found the factory that had long been bankrupt.

Probably in disrepair, the gates of the cotton mill are rusty, and the buildings inside look the same as they were in the seventies and eighties, red brick houses, and dense creepers cover one wall tightly.

I didn't see a few workers in the whole cotton mill, but there was a middle-aged man and an old dog with a harazi at the door, basking in the sun listlessly, and when he saw Yuan Lang, the man opened his eyes slowly: "What are you doing?" ”

"Horizon renovated." Yuan Lang handed over a cigarette: "Boss Xie Dingzhong asked me to decorate his home." ”

"Oh." The man took the cigarette and didn't smoke it, and threw it on the table casually: "Let's go in." ”

Just throwing the cigarette with his hand, Yuan Lang suddenly saw that a striking centipede scar appeared on the man's tiger's mouth, not only that, but this person's entire palm was wrapped in a thick layer of calluses, if he hadn't been engaged in a specific profession all year round, he would never have honed this thickness.

"What a heavy anger!"

As soon as he raised his head again, Yuan Lang's surprise in his heart was even worse, he obviously felt a fierce anger from this man, and the two nasolabial folds on this person's face were very profound, these two lines on the face generally symbolized the legal order, the majesty of domination, and the people who were too deep or very obvious were basically not smiling, and their style of doing things was ruthless.

If Yuan Lang hadn't miscalculated, this person would have been a bandit if he hadn't been a soldier, and with such a heavy anger on his body, he would probably still be burdened with human life.

"What's wrong? Yuan Lang. Kong Qingqing found that Yuan Lang's expression was a little wrong, and asked in wonder.

"It's fine."

Yuan Lang shook his head, and said in his heart, it is estimated that a retired soldier came to be a security guard, and there is nothing to make a fuss about.

After entering the iron gate and turning a few corners, Yuan Lang and Kong Qingqing went up to a small building with a five-story red brick house according to the address left by the old man.

There was a knock on the door, and there was a cough in the room: "Who?" ”

"Xie Dingzhong, Mr. Xie? We are Horizon Home Improvement. Kong Qingqing hurriedly replied.

"What?" The old man's ears didn't seem to be very good, so he asked again.

"It's for decoration." Yuan Lang said succinctly: "Horizon Home Improvement." ”

"Oh, didn't you make an appointment at two o'clock? What time is it? The old man had a big temper, and he didn't open the door for a long time, and he lost a word.

"Uncle, it's a little traffic jam...... Kong Qingqing was so anxious that her face was flushed, after she called in the morning to make an appointment, she didn't even bother to eat and came over, who knew that there would be a traffic jam?

"Traffic jams? Can I be blamed for the traffic jam? The uncle in the room still didn't open the door, and said fiercely: "You decoration companies are also big, and you don't even want to come to the door when you hear about me." ”

As soon as he said this, Yuan Lang understood why this person's temper was so big, this old man estimated that he had found several companies, but no one was willing to come to the door, no wonder, with such a small budget, except for a small company like Horizon, who would want to come.

"Uncle, let's be reasonable, right?" Yuan Lang scolded a few words, and said to the iron gate: "You can't be blamed for this traffic jam, but you can't blame us either, right?" ”

"Crooked!" The old man scolded, and suddenly fell silent for a while, and the old man asked for a long time: "Listen to your accent, from Taojiang, your hometown?" ”

"yes." Yuan Lang is happy, Taojiang is Yuan Lang's hometown, a small county more than 300 kilometers away from Shenzhen and Hong Kong, "Your hometown is also Taojiang?" ”

"Hehe, I'm not, I've been to your county a few times."

After a leisurely reply, the old man in the house finally got up, opened the door with a "sway", looked at Yuan Lang, and then sighed: "Hey, seventy-three years, how many years have passed?" I'll never forget your place in my life, come in, come in......"

"What a face!"

Seeing Xie Dingzhong for the first time, Yuan Lang's eyes lit up, the old man's forehead leaned back, his silver hair was meticulously combed, and his ears were tightly attached to his head.

There is a saying in physiognomy that the ears are close to the brain, the rich are old, and the old man's ears are higher than the eyebrows, he should have a certain status and reputation when he is young.

In addition, the double cheeks are inserted into the heavenly warehouse, the forehead is broad and full, and the forehead on the face represents the status, which shows that the old man is high and powerful.

invited the two of them into the door, the old man didn't say anything polite, he sat down on a Taishi chair in the living room and said, "You can look at it yourself, anyway, fifteen thousand, just don't exceed this number." ”

"Okay, let me first tell you about the advantages of our company's decoration, the materials used in our water and electricity infrastructure are all ......"

Kong Qingqing was introducing to the old man, and Yuan Lang got up and looked at the room - it was really broken, there were two bedrooms and one living room, it should be less than eighty square meters, and it was all the decoration style of the seventies and eighties, poor enough, except for a TV, there was not even a decent electrical appliance.

Moreover, it may be because there has been no one living in it for too long, the house is a little damp, many places in the corners of the walls have peeled off, it looks very mottled, and the whole room is filled with a musty smell.

"It's weird......"

After looking back and forth, Yuan Lang wondered in his heart, he has practiced physiognomy these days, but he can probably still see that it is okay, but this old man has such a precious face, why is the house he lives in like this? Could it be that I have lost my eyes this time?