As soon as Han Jingyang and Liu Jing returned to Jiguangzhai, they saw He Zhifei, who had left, rushing in like crazy again.

He said bluntly: "He Er, don't waste your efforts, even if you give me the Dingshen Group, I won't help you do even one thing, where did you come from, go back to where you came from." ”

He Zhifei said anxiously: "The Dingshen Group building caught fire, and it burned very big, did you do it?" ”

Han Jingyang raised his eyebrows: "Fire? ”

Then he sneered: "He Er, you think too highly of me." ”

"Feng Shui, you know Feng Shui."

"Feng Shui is metaphysics, not immortal arts, it is impossible to create something out of nothing, and it is impossible to ignite a fire in the air, if Feng Shui metaphysics is really so powerful, maybe it is still the rule of the Qing Dynasty."

"Then why is it such a coincidence?"

"Who knows, maybe God can't stand it," Han Jingyang sneered: "He Er, for the sake of your politeness, remind you, I rejected you so bluntly, you should be happy, instead of Xingshi asking for guilt, because if I promise you hypocritically, and then take the opportunity to do something, you will only die more miserably." ”

Speaking of this, he knocked on the table: "Since you know that feng shui masters are not easy to mess with, the best way is to stay away from feng shui masters, Confucius has to respect ghosts and gods and stay away, not to mention ordinary people." ”

Han Jingyang's sentence is heart-wrenching.

Ordinary people should have the consciousness of ordinary people, and do not try to contact people and things that they are not familiar with and dangerous.

But at this time, it is a bit heart-wrenching to say it.

Oh, He Dingkun can be contacted, but He Dingkun's son can't be contacted?

Sure enough, He Zhifei's face changed slightly, he snorted, turned around and left, but did not forget to turn back and point at Han Jingyang and said, "Mr. Han, come back and visit." ”

The words were very polite, but the attitude was out of control, almost a clear threat.

What's in the picture? Schoolchildren fighting?

Before leaving, you have to say a cruel word, which is very cool?

What is the practical point other than to make the enemy more vigilant?

Sure enough, stupid.

Han Jingyang shook his head slightly, watched He Zhifei leave, turned his head to Liu Jing and said, "I've worked hard for you in the past few days, go back and rest, and give you a holiday." ”

"Boss, what about you?"

"What should I do?"

"No, I mean, who will protect you when I go back?"

"I'm not a big person, I don't need bodyguards, the situation has been special in the past two days, now He Dingkun's life and death are unknown, He Zhifei and his brothers are in a lot of trouble, I can't be safer."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure, go back," Han Jingyang patted the bronze short sword that had been in his hand: "What's more, I'm not without the power to protect myself." ”

Liu Jing nodded: "I'll go back and take a shower and change my clothes." ”

Han Jingyang waited for Liu Jing to leave, closed the door of the store, and prepared to catch up on sleep.

But before I fell asleep, the phone rang, and it was Liu Jing calling: "Boss, there is something I want to ask." ”

"Just ask."

"Well, someone wants to buy that noodle."

"Who?"

"A man and a woman, I don't know the specific identity."

"How much does it cost?"

"A million."

"Sell."

"Huh?" Liu Jing was stunned: "What should my grandmother do?" ”

"That fan is of little use now, I'll get you a better one."

"This ......"

"Don't ink, sell it quickly."

Liu Jing still had some concerns: "What if it is He Dingkun's person?" ”

"Sell it the same, that fan is the lowest-level magic weapon, almost one-time, He Dingkun doesn't have much use to buy it back, if it is not placed in the right position, maybe there will be a counterproduct."

"Then I'll agree."

"Well, hurry up, don't miss such a good opportunity, buy it back for 300,000 yuan, sell it for 1 million after it is used up, and make a lot of money."

"Thank you, boss."

Han Jingyang hung up the phone and sighed.

This situation will definitely not be less in the future, buy and sell, because those people don't know the essence of these props, and always think that this is the magic weapon they know, and they can use it when they buy it, but they don't know that there is such a thing as a skill CD.

While it's unclear to him what the exact CD time is for these skills, it's safe to assume that it's definitely not short.

Because the essence of these props is a cycle of releasing energy - accumulating energy - releasing energy.

For example, the fan sold to Liu Jing is a seven-grade prop, and the breath is white, after releasing the skill, the white breath is almost empty, and if you want to release the skill again, you need to slowly absorb enough white breath, that is, charge.

But he has carefully observed that the charging speed of the seven-rank props is very slow, and it is touchingly slow.

Let's take that aspect as an example, under normal circumstances, ten years may not be full.

Six products are not much faster.

The five-pins are a little bit faster.

The three-product is not bad, and the charging speed is quite fast, but correspondingly, the skills of the three-product props also consume a lot of blue, and it is not so easy to fill it.

Anyway, for him, those seventh- or even sixth-grade props can almost be regarded as one-time props.

What is the difference between a skill that can only be used once in ten years and a one-time one?

Of course, for small households, there is such a treasure at home, and it is good to use it once in ten years, after all, there are only one or two old people in the family, and it is enough to use it in rotation, and normal people can live for many more years as long as they are healthy.

However, Liu Jing is now his right-hand man, he will definitely not treat this woman badly, and it is not distressing to give her a similar prop of the seventh or even sixth grade.

It's just that he doesn't have a suitable one in his hands right now.

……

When he woke up, Han Jingyang saw a piece of instant news on the mobile phone mountain.

A fire broke out in the building of Quancheng Dingshen Group, no one died, dozens of people were injured, two people were seriously injured, the fire area was nearly 1,000 square meters, four or five floors were affected, and the direct property loss was nearly 100 million yuan, and the person in charge of the enterprise has been controlled.

Han Jingyang breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that no one was killed.

He Zhifei was controlled, which is better.

The direct property loss is nearly 100 million yuan, which is the good news of the good news.

So much for direct property losses, but what about indirect losses? Losses such as compensation, fines, lost work, renovations, and asset depreciation can be seen.

This fire, I'm afraid it didn't directly burn one-third of the wealth of Dingshen Group.

It is not an exaggeration at all, because this building was built by Dingsheng Group itself, and the land and building are also counted in the assets of Dingshen Group, and they are a very important part.

Thinking of this, Han Jingyang stretched his waist, as happy as he was, and almost sang the song "Today is a Good Day".

But before he could sing, the phone rang, and this time it was Zhou Yucheng calling.

On the phone, Zhou Yucheng's voice was also very excited: "Brother, have you watched the news?" ”

"Are you talking about the Dingshen Group building?"

"Hehe, yes, but I also heard a small news that He Dingkun is about to burp."

"Then congratulations in advance."

"It's still a little early to congratulate, He Dingkun still has two sons and a daughter, and Dingshen Group is still there, and its strength is still not to be underestimated."

Han Jingyang said with a smile: "People, bad luck is coming, God can't stop it, maybe this fire is just the beginning." ”

Zhou Yucheng was stunned for a moment, suddenly shuddered, and blurted out: "Brother, is it you?" ”