Feng Shui issues?

When you see a doctor, you will see a doctor. When you come to cheat, you will cheat. But it is a Feng Shui problem here? This is not just a lie, but an insult to people!

Taoist Master Void, blushing and his body trembled with anger. He felt that Su Han was humiliating himself!

He pointed at Su Han, his voice trembling: "It's nonsense! It's simply nonsense!"

How could this be a Feng Shui issue?

Su Han ignored Taoist Master Void and didn't even take his words seriously. He was about to continue explaining that Taoist Master Void rushed to Su Han in three or two steps, and his face looked extremely ugly: "Boy, it's not like you who cheated people like this. Feng Shui problem? Don't talk nonsense here!"

"Then should be a lie like a Taoist priest?"

Su Han glanced at Taoist Master Void and said lightly.

"You--!" Taoist Priest Void didn't know what to say for a moment. Su Han was very erect and could not say anything to him at all. "You... OK, okay, I want to see what kind of ability you have!"

It turned out to be a Feng Shui problem, which is just a joke!

Taoist Master Void glanced at Fan Zhongxi, thinking that people like Fan Zhongxi would definitely not be fooled by Su Han.

What kind of Feng Shui problem is just a trick to deceive people. Since Fan Zhongxi is already sick or even a terminal illness, he can't tell it himself, which only means that the disease is very troublesome.

But Fan Zhongxi didn't look angry at all, but looked at Su Han with curiosity.

"Mr. Su, what exactly do you mean when you talk about this Feng Shui issue?" His tone was calm, not as if he was angry at all. Instead, he seemed to be asking Su Han for advice or communicating.

"Feng Shui refers to wind and water. The environment we ancient people lived in is relatively simple, with clear air and clear water. This is a good environment. Although modern civilization is progressing, its environment is more complex than before."

Su Han looked at Fan Zhongxi and said seriously, "Especially in environmental pollution, it has a huge impact. Of course, this just shows that Mr. Fan's home has this problem now. The local feng shui is not smooth, and there are even some unclean breaths surrounding it, causing your body to be eroded."

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Void Snorted coldly and said, "The common tricks of scammers in the world, do you say that you can resolve this Feng Shui problem by yourself? I hope Mr. Fan will offer a price, right?"

Su Han glanced at Taoist Master Void and his voice became cold: "If you are ignorant, then shut up!"

He scolded him directly, without any face, "I don't know anything, and I'm still saying something sarcastic. Since I can't see what President Fan still has, then stand there and watch. Could it be that I want to be a little more embarrassing?"

When Su Han refuted, the Void Taoist Priest turned blue and white, and it looked extremely ugly, as if he was slapped in the face in public, which made him very embarrassed.

Even Manager Gao was angry, pointed at Su Han, and angrily scolded: "What do you know about Huangkou boy? Can you slander Taoist Master Void? Get out of here if you don't want to!"

"Manager Gao, Mr. Su is the nobleman I invited. You can get out of here. Is this your family?" Guan Yun couldn't help but snorted coldly, "Or, you don't want to see Mr. Fan's body recover? Manager Gao, what are you feeling?"

His words made Manager Gao dare not say anything again, so how dare he make Fan Zhongxi think that he doesn't want him to recover?

Manager Gao shook his hand and snorted coldly: "Master Void, we are just waiting to see him laugh at him!"

From beginning to end, Fan Zhongxi seemed very calm. At his level, he would not easily experience emotional fluctuations.

He looked at Su Han and smiled and said, "Mr. Su, please make it clear."

Su Han nodded, walked back and forth around the room, then pointed to a painting on the wall of the hall and spoke: "Mr. Fan, when did you buy this picture of a lady?"

Fan Zhongxi frowned slightly and glanced at Manager Gao: "This painting was given to me by Manager Gao last year. I like calligraphy and painting more. This picture of ladies is very artistic, so I accepted it."

Manager Gao, who was standing aside, quickly smiled embarrassedly: "Mr. Fan, if you don't have any, it's my honor to like it."

He looked at Guan Yun proudly, as if showing off. After all, there are probably not many people who are qualified to give paintings to Fan Zhongxi.

Guan Yun didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

Su Han glanced at Manager Gao, and saw that he was still proud of his face, his voice became cold: "Mr. Fan, I'm going to tell you that your physical problem comes from this painting. You can recall whether your body gradually began to deteriorate after you got this painting."

His words made Manager Gao almost jump up, like a rooster with hair blown, and his eyes became flustered: "What are you talking nonsense! How could it be this painting? You talk nonsense!"

I kindly gave the painting to Fan Zhongxi. In order to win his liking, I was proud of it. I don’t know how many people have shown it to me. Now Su Han said in a word that Fan Zhongxi’s illness was caused by this painting?

Did Fan Zhongxi even make it last for half a year?

Manager Gao was shocked and sweated coldly, and hurriedly defended, "Mr. Fan, you can't listen to his nonsense!"

"I didn't talk nonsense."

Su Han said lightly, seeing Fan Zhongxi looking at him seriously, he continued, "President Fan may not know that this picture of a lady is indeed authentic, and the painting is well-crafted, and it is a masterpiece. However, the woman who painted this picture may be hidden in the palace, but she has never been favored until she died. That resentment... is quite a bit."

Fan Zhongxi was shocked. Unexpectedly, Su Han was still a person who knew calligraphy and painting. He just took a look and then he went until the painting was made by a woman, and it was a woman hidden in the palace.

"The woman was not favored by the emperor until she died. She was depressed and possessed herself in this painting after she died. Now this painting is placed at Mr. Fan's home. If I guess well, Mr. Fan will spend the longest time in this living room every day."

Su Han said directly.

Fan Zhongxi nodded: "Yes, I spend the longest time here every day, drinking tea and reading newspapers, chatting with customers, and even handling official duties. I like to be in this living room. Could it be that this painting really influenced?"

Manager Gao, who was standing aside, had his legs trembled. He glanced at Taoist Master Void, his eyes full of asking for help.

If Fan Zhongxi believed Su Han's words, he would have seen it!

The face of Taoist Master Void was also ugly. Su Han was talking nonsense in front of him, obviously not taking him seriously at all!

He was about to scold him, but Fan Zhongxi spoke: "To be honest, after I got this painting, I gradually felt that my body was prone to fatigue, as if something was hanging on me, and it was very heavy. Even if I rested well, this feeling of fatigue would be difficult to eliminate."

His words made Taoist Master Void dare not speak, but it was really like Su Han said?

How is this possible!

The Void Taoist Master looked at Su Han in shock, his heartbeat accelerated, and he couldn't believe it. Could it be that Su Han really understands Feng Shui?
Chapter completed!