"What time is it?"

Chen Lang rubbed his red eyes and asked casually.

Her female assistant took a cup of coffee with a step, and smiled charmingly at Chen Lang: "It's six." By the morning after tomorrow, it will be a full ten days, according to the gambling contract, if the surname Yang can't break the feng shui bureau of the overlord's unloading of the armor, he will transfer the land development rights of the two plots of Tai O Village and Guanyin Bay to you. ”

A scorching flame surged in Chen Lang's heart, but he said: "Those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety, so it is better to be careful." ”

"That's what you said." The assistant flattered: "But then again, President." We don't do real estate, not to mention that Tai O Village and Guanyin Bay are not good locations, why would you agree to the gambling contract surnamed Yang? ”

Chen Lang asked rhetorically: "You have been with me for so long, and you know a lot about Kanyu, have I told you about the legend of the two Jiang father and son chasing the dragon vein?" ”

"It is rumored that the dragon veins are according to the law of the division of the stars, wandering back and forth in the land of Kyushu, where they pass, the dead trees are spring, the sky rains nectar, strange people come out in large numbers, and the wealth is compelling. In the Northern Song Dynasty, where the real dragon lived, there was a legend of a cash cow...... But it can be as short as more than ten years, as long as more than a hundred years, and the dragon vein will sink into the earth and disappear. Legend has it that if someone can build a tomb on the dragon vein, the descendants of the owner of the tomb can reign over the world, and the descendants will be born as the royal power of the Tianyi nobles, and the rivers and mountains will stretch endlessly. Since the first emperor, how many feng shui physiognomy masters have pursued the dragon vein for their life, especially in the Song and Ming dynasties, the story of the royal family chasing the dragon vein is not uncommon, and there have been many bloody disputes. ”

Chen Lang continued to add: "Even if the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty and the Song Ancestors, no one can really make the country eternal, coupled with the unprecedented changes in modern China, the theory of the true dragon leyline has long been weak, and many people in the feng shui world no longer believe that in 1945, Japan announced its unconditional surrender, and the chairman's momentum was momentary. He also moved the mind of chasing the dragon vein, and he invited the feng shui strange man at that time, the Taixu monk of Xuedou Temple, to search for the real dragon vein in the north and south of the river, so as to extend the Jiang family's rivers and mountains. Unexpectedly, the Taixu monk actually found the dragon vein, and it was in the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum! The committee member was overjoyed, followed the advice of the Taixu monk, and built a righteous qi pavilion in the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum to suppress the dragon vein and prevent it from escaping. Taixu monk said that as long as the chairman of the committee is buried next to the Zhengqi Pavilion of the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum a hundred years later, the Jiang family will be able to consolidate the country forever. Of course, the chairman of the committee is far ahead of the Han and Tang Dynasties, and he is an unprecedented leader. The tone of the Taixu monk is very big, but it is a pity that the vicissitudes of life. The Nationalist Government retreated to Taiwan in just three years, did not believe in feng shui and believed in Marxism-Leninism, the Zhengqi Pavilion was empty for decades, and it was damaged in the turmoil, and the real dragon was liberated and sank into the earth, and there was no trace of it. As for whether there is really an eternal country in the world, only God knows. ”

The female assistant continued: "Later, the chairman of the committee died of depression, but he refused to be buried in Taiwan. He left a floating coffin in Cihu. Left a will that one day the counterattack will be successful, and he will be buried in the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, and if he can't do it, he will also return to his hometown for burial. I heard that the chairman's son later visited the feng shui physiognomy master, but found nothing, he died of illness in 88 years, but he left a floating coffin in Cihu with his father and refused to bury it. The dragon vein also became a joke. ”

Unexpectedly, Chen Lang shook his head: "Jiang Jingguo died of illness in the Seven Seas Mansion in eight or eight years, he didn't find nothing, in fact, he was only one step away from finding the dragon vein again." Let me ask you, according to the story, when was the dragon vein liberated? ”

Chen Lang asked again: "In the seventies, where can be counted in East Asia?" Manna falls from the sky, and wealth is pressing? ”

The female assistant blinked: "You mean?" ”

Chen Lang smiled intriguingly: "Four little dragons~"

"But what does this story have to do with the bet?"

Chen Lang enjoyed the female assistant's gaze.

He stood up, walked over to the safe, and after a few turns of the knob, took out a packet of red cloth from it, and opened it in front of his assistant, and inside was an old black compass, most of the words had long since faded, and the pointer was still pasted with a piece of cement, and it looked miserable.

"This is what the Taixu monk used back then, and only this compass can find the exact location of the dragon vein. I spent ten years traveling south and north, and roughly determined the possible places, Guanyin Bay and Tai O Village are one of them, but first, this range is not small, not to mention that it is useless to know, I am not qualified to move the land there, and the surname Yang does not know where to get the news, but the compass knows that it is here,"

"Now I understand, but President, do you really believe in the legend of the dragon vein?"

The female assistant was skeptical.

Chen Lang shook his head: "The dragon vein is the lifelong pursuit of the feng shui physiognomy, even if I can't find it in my life, I have to bring this compass into the coffin." But to tell you the truth, I don't believe that you can be an emperor buried in the dragon vein, let alone what kind of society is it now? Being rich and powerful is more enjoyable than being an emperor, and Americans believe in feng shui? Not yet NO.1? If you have a dragon vein as a tomb, you can be an emperor? Only a madman would believe such nonsense. ”

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"Sometimes you and Plague, do you think I'm crazy?"

Xue Wenhai looked up at the night, and suddenly asked Vivian beside him.

"If the godfather is crazy, then everyone in the world is stupid."

Vivi said quietly.

Xue Wenhai smiled faintly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes could not be covered, except for what this person did, he did have a unique manly charm on his body, like a steep reef that was washed by the waves and stood tall.

"Let's do something."

Vivian nodded, she put on gloves and thick protective clothing, and walked a few steps forward, Jin Boqing's black lacquer tombstone came into view, and the left and right tablets read, "Tianhe is sent with you, and the wind is like nothing." "There are also photos of Jin Boqing when he was young.

Without seeing Vivien do anything, the hemispherical tomb sealed with cement suddenly cracked in the middle, revealing a nanmu coffin.

Vivien picked up tools such as shovels and awls and dug through the floating earth around the coffin, trying to open it.

There is no one around,

The wind blew up the unburned money at Xue Wenhai's feet, Xue Wenhai stared at the black and white photo, and sighed: "Boss Jin, I have always admired your virtue." I didn't expect that we would be separated so soon, and I disturbed you today, which is really a last resort. When I do something big, I will definitely return to Zhao and rebury Boss Jin. When the time comes, Wenhai will definitely kowtow and make amends......"

As he spoke, he took out a sharp silver knife and cut it towards his little finger, and suddenly blood splashed, Xue Wenhai's temples were agitated outward because of the severe pain, and a thin layer appeared on his neck and forehead, he pinched his little finger that was still bleeding, and shook it at Jin Boqing's photo: "Just use this little finger as a proof." ”

Click~

There was a muffled flash in the sky, Vivian pushed open the coffin, lifted the money quilt, and Jin Boqing, who was dressed in a black satin robe, looked peaceful, and seemed to be just asleep.

Vivian's eyes flickered, and she rummaged in the coffin for a while, not afraid at all, and then said to Xue Wenhai in embarrassment: "Godfather, Jin Boqing's body is here, but I haven't found a burial place." ”

Xue Wenhai was not surprised, and asked lightly: "Have you looked for it carefully?" ”

"I've looked for it, but I really don't."

Xue Wenhai nodded lightly: "Put the corpse in a nylon bag and help me put this in." ”

As he spoke, he threw his severed finger at Vivien without changing his face.

"Got it."

Xue Wenhai opened the medicine box he carried, and while bandaging himself, he smiled at Jin Boqing's photo with a side face: "Boss Jin, the descendants are not good." ”

The black-haired and thick-eyebrowed Jin Boqing in the photo had a frozen smile on his face and didn't say a word.

"I'll teach them a lesson for you."

Nine Heavenly God Emperors