Dong Wansheng didn't say a word, his attitude towards feng shui was actually the same as his daughter.

It was not so much a belief in Feng Shui as it was the last attempt he made before taking his son to the Beijing University Hospital for treatment.

became the best, and there was no big disappointment if it didn't work.

Especially the feng shui masters who were recommended by those who stammered themselves and wanted to climb the relationship and hug their thighs, said that they were crazy, and in the end there was no use for fart.

It's no wonder that her daughter is dissatisfied.

Brother Wolf was most concerned about this recommendation, and hurriedly explained: "Miss Dong, the abilities of feng shui masters are big and small, uneven, just like doctors in hospitals. Just because this doctor can't cure the disease doesn't mean that other doctors can't do anything about the disease. ”

Before Dong Xiujuan could speak, Meng Junrong had already taken the lead, and said disdainfully: "A magic stick is a magic stick, how can there be a difference between size and size." What else can you do but waste time and delay things?"

Although she didn't like this oily Meng Junrong, Dong Xiujuan also felt that he was right.

Zhang Zhentong's brows furrowed. He didn't believe in feng shui before, but since the last experience, his attitude has completely changed.

"Miss Dong, and this gentleman, I don't dare to say how other feng shui masters are. But Master Yang has real materials, and I myself am the best witness. ”

Meng Junrong sneered, his face full of mockery.

"As for the witnesses, you are all in the same group, prove to yourself, and really think that everyone else is a fool! Feng Shui physiognomy is a deceptive thing, which has no scientific basis at all, and cannot stand the test of time. Elementary school students know these things, but you're going to use them to deceive me?"

Zhang Zhentong was still about to distinguish, when suddenly an arm stretched out and stopped him.

Yang Yonghui retracted his gaze from afar, lowered his head, and faced forward, as if a ray of golden light flashed in his eyes.

"It's so troublesome to look at feng shui, there are always some nasty flies buzzing around. ”

Meng Junrong was furious, he didn't expect this unattractive kid to dare to sarcastically mock himself.

"Boy, who do you say is a fly?"

Yang Yonghui's gaze swept over carelessly, as if he didn't look at him in his eyes.

"If you take a bite of science, can you tell me in a scientific way how the human brain works?"

"What?" Meng Junrong was stunned, not understanding why the topic suddenly turned to an irrelevant place.

"Don't understand?" Yang Yonghui looked at him contemptuously and continued to ask.

"So do you know how what people eat is digested, absorbed, and turned into nutrients that the human body needs?"

These things are taught in the physiology and hygiene department of the school, but it is still a little difficult to make Meng Junrong clear at once.

But Yang Yonghui spoke faster and faster, without giving him time to react.

"So here's the simplest: Do you know how the fart comes from?"

Dong Xiujuan frowned, feeling that this young feng shui master was too vulgar.

Yang Yonghui didn't bother to pay attention to other people's feelings, this cream boy opened his mouth and closed his mouth is the call of the god stick, if he didn't teach him a lesson, how could he sulk in his heart.

"You can't even figure out how the fart came from, so you dare to mess around here?!

"You, you ......" Meng Junrong opened his mouth and stammered, pointing at Yang Yonghui, who was forced by his intimidating gaze and speechless.

Dong Wansheng's eyes lit up in the back, and he couldn't help but glance at Yang Yonghui.

"Newborn babies don't understand anything, but they can eat and they can pull a sare. The respiratory, digestive, excretory, and so on are all functioning normally. Do they understand these things? Is it because they don't understand them, they have to label these human functions as 'unscientific'?"

"Even now, there are many things that human beings themselves cannot explore and explain that science cannot explore, such as the brain. Do you want to say that we humans are superstitious?"

"What cannot be explained may be a fallacy, but it is also possible that modern science has not been able to contact and analyze and understand it, and then give a rigorous conclusion, which does not mean that it is wrong and does not exist. What you don't understand or don't understand is dismissed as superstition, and that's just 'real superstition' in the guise of science!"

Yang Yonghui said this, he was full of confidence, and the whole person showed a radiant demeanor.

If he was still skeptical about feng shui and the like before, now the various silk threads displayed in the eyes of heaven tell him that these things are indeed unmistakable and true.

Even the boss on the road, Brother Wolf, and the workplace elite Zhang Zhentong were all moved by Yang Yonghui's words.

Dong Xiujuan's brows stretched, and she couldn't help but be impressed by this short and fat boy.

Although his words were a little vulgar, his words were not rough, and his words were reasonable, logical, and completely scientific arguments.

"Chairman, shall we go inside the house now?"

Yang Yonghui said happily, and he didn't forget to get down to business.

"Okay!" Dong Wansheng glanced at him and walked into the door first.

Yang Yonghui, Brother Wolf, Zhang Zhentong and Dong Xiujuan rushed in, leaving only Meng Junrong, who had not yet come back to his senses, left in front of the door alone, looking lonely and pitiful.

Dong Wansheng's ancestral house was originally not big, but after the expansion, it became much more spacious.

Walking into the hall, Dong Wansheng turned around and said, "Master Yang, where do you want to start?"

The demeanor and tone were obviously much more polite and respectful than just now.

"Is Ling Lang at home?" Yang Yonghui didn't look around, and asked directly.

Dong Xiujuan interjected on the side: "My brother's room is on the second floor, and I just fell asleep." It's best not to wake him up if you can. ”

This Miss Dong's attitude also tends to soften, which is a good sign.

At the very least, if you want to do something, you can reduce a lot of unnecessary obstacles.

Yang Yonghui also smiled in return: "Miss Dong, don't worry, I already know the general situation." But to make sure sure, you still have to meet your brother in person. Rest assured, I only need to take a look at him, and I won't disturb him. ”

Dong Xiujuan has a deep relationship with her younger brother Dong Jinzong, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

Although Yang Yonghui's brief speech just now touched her, her rejection of Feng Shui was alleviated a lot. But the ideas that have been educated and formed over the years are not so easy to change, and if this young feng shui master tosses and turns with her sick and weak brother, or wants to drink talisman water, incense burner gray water, etc., as staged in TV and movies, she must resolutely stop it.

It doesn't matter if you just look at it.

She was just relieved, but his father, Dong Wansheng, was shocked.

Just watched at the door for a while, and it didn't add up to half a minute before and after, and this excessively young feng shui master said that he knew it in his heart?

Fake, right?

It must be fake!

Although reason told him that this must be fake, Dong Wansheng couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Perhaps, he can really help his son relieve the invasion of illness.