"You-say-what-?"

How could this be?

What is the main person who will destroy someone else's cemetery?

The fist in Li Zhihe's hand clenched tighter and tighter, and finally slammed on the table with a 'bang'.

The kind that threw the phone on the ground and shattered into several pieces in an instant.

Whoever encounters this kind of thing won't be happy, right?

Don't say you're unhappy, at this moment, as a son, I'm afraid I even have the heart to kill.

Yun Sangyu looked at the man in front of him to vent his emotions, and after a while, he finally spoke:

"Mr. Li, now is not the time to be angry."

As soon as these words came out, the man regained some of his senses a little.

"Does Miss Yun know who did it?" Ask.

Ahem.

"This, Mr. Li should go and ask the police uncle."

Once the case is reported, the police have the right to call for surveillance.

Come to think of it, Mr. Li's mother's grave shouldn't be in some poor country, right?

Isn't this check?

"Then why did Miss Yun say that now is not the time to be angry?"

Yun Sangyu twitched the corner of his mouth:

"Mr. Li, you should have heard of Feng Shui, right? The grave cannot be moved casually, even if it is an ordinary grave move, it is necessary to look at the date and make all preparations.

Again, everything pays attention to mutual restraint, and metaphysics is even more so. ”

The man was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head again, his eyes deepened slightly:

"So, what remedies does Miss Yun have on her side?"

Everything has already happened, and it can only be remedied, and it can't be turned back in time.

Yun Sangyu didn't hide it, but it was still very refreshing:

"Remedies can be remedied, do a ritual to comfort the dead, and then move the grave."

However, this kind of remedy that needs to be remedied by ordinary feng shui masters cannot be done, and a certain amount of Taoism is required, otherwise it is easy to be counterattacked.

Yun Sangyu didn't say the latter sentence.

A little too proud, isn't it?

It's better to keep a low profile.

But, what kind of man is it?

How can you not see the pride and confidence on a woman's face?

"Since Miss Yun said so, she is bound to be able to do it?"

"It's okay."

Cough.

The man tapped his knuckles:

"Miss Yun, I don't know if I can take this list from Li?"

Well?

Yun Sangyu raised his head suddenly:

"What does Mr. Li mean, let me do this?"

I was a little surprised.

After all, what this man had always shown before was that he didn't believe in himself.

Who knew that you would suddenly have to do such an important thing to yourself?

Are rich people so fickle in their ideas?

"Miss Yun is so confident, Li seems to have to believe it."

Yun Sangyu smiled:

"Thank you, Mr. Li, for your love, in this way, it depends on when Mr. Li has time."

Time, a little hanging.

"I'm flying abroad tonight."

The implication: there is no time.

This....

Yun Sangyu frowned:

"I wonder if Mr. Li has any photos around the cemetery here?"

Li Zhihe nodded:

"Yes, wait a minute."

"Okay."

......

Li Zhihe turned around and went to the bookshelf in the back, and reached out to take down a photo album in the top compartment.

Take it and open it.

"It's just these pages, Miss Yun take a look."

Yun Sangyu took it and looked at it carefully.

Looking at the pictures, the location of the cemetery is excellent.

This kind of position is not something that ordinary people can buy, it belongs to the land of blessing and shade, and it is easy for future generations to become officials and lords, and they will make money every day.

A few photos were quickly flipped through and closed.

"Mr. Li, I still need the current photos."