Back in the living room, Lin Binghua asked calmly: "I have read it, what do you say now?"

"Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Or what would I invite you to do?" Lin Binghua looked at Feng Chanzi with a smile: "If I want to hear what I like, some people are willing to chat with me, so you can tell the truth."

"Okay..." Taking a deep breath, Feng Chanzi said word by word: "Your villa is really dangerous. To be precise, it is a special woman."

Lin Binghua frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

"First, generally speaking, the best room type should be square. If a corner is missing, a corner evil may form. The southwest of the house is Kun Palace, which represents the hostess. Your villa is not southwest, which will gradually lose your social status and gradually deteriorate your health; secondly, Kun is the ground, and is a wife and a mother, so the ground is very important to face women. The floor of this villa is staggered and uneven. In some places, there are even several steps that are different. It seems to be very modern and three-dimensional, but it will impact your fortune. Moreover, your fate is fire, the color of the floor lacks blackheads, and black is water-based. You know that water can overcome fire; thirdly, the kitchen door is opposite the entrance door, which is the door rush, and the hostess' health is damaged, and it is difficult to accumulate wealth..."

"Well said!" Lin Binghua suddenly interrupted Feng Chanzi's words: "It's not long before you can make up such a set of words, which means you are still a bit anxious."

"It's not just about being anxious, but more importantly, I understand Feng Shui..."

"Actually, I don't believe in Feng Shui at all!" Lin Binghua interrupted Feng Chanzi again: "I have already said just now that as long as I am happy, I can find a more famous Feng Shui master. Why pick up a little liar on the street and come back?"

"Yes, why are you looking for me..." Feng Chanzi looked at Lin Binghua foolishly, and suddenly realized something: "You can't be a human trafficker, are you?"

"Even if I resell the population, I can't resell you, otherwise I will lose a lot of money." Lin Binghua giggled, and then his face became solemn: "I look really bad lately, but because I'm too busy with work and have a bad rest. I'll bring you back, but it has nothing to do with Feng Shui, because someone wants to see you."

Feng Chanzi became a little nervous: "Who?"

"I." A slightly stiff Mandarin came, and then a middle-aged white man came over, with a very handsome appearance and a head of gold.

When Lin Binghua saw this man, he immediately got up, poured a cup of coffee, and then placed it respectfully in front of the man.

Feng Chanzi originally thought that Lin Binghua was supported by this foreigner, but at this time he looked more like a secretary or assistant. But no matter what, this damn foreigner was very lucky and actually got such a fine Chinese woman.

This made Feng Chanzi very hostile to this white man: "Who are you?"

"You can call me Mr. K." After a pause, the white man continued, "I want to see you. I originally asked Lin Binghua to come and invite you directly, but she told me that you may not accept the invitation to you. It is better to use another method to invite you."

"Are I so famous?" Feng Chanzi was a little surprised: "You are coming to visit me to see Feng Shui?"

"I'm not interested in Feng Shui, don't you understand it yet. It's just an excuse to let you see Feng Shui." Mr. K said directly: "I'm interested in you."

"I think you misunderstood..." Feng Chanzi heard this and said, "I don't know what to say..."

"I don't like this either, you misunderstood it." Mr. K pretended to be relaxed and smiled: "I'm asking you to come because I know that you have a relatively special status among the Blood Lion mercenaries."

After hearing this, Feng Chanzi immediately realized that these people were actually coming for Cang Hao.

Feng Chanzi jumped up and wanted to escape, but there were two men in black rushed over from somewhere and blocked Feng Chanzi.

These two men in black are all black, with their skin color almost the same as suits, tall and burly, and their arms are thicker than Feng Chanzi's legs.

Seeing that he could not escape, Feng Chanzi turned around and looked at Mr. K in horror, and kept shouting: "I warn you, if you want to trouble Cang Hao, then go directly to Cang Hao, don't come to me... Let me tell you, I'm not easy to mess with. Chen's Tai Chi, who has practiced for several years!"

"Did you practice at the street stall?" Lin Binghua giggled, then eased his tone: "You are still young. I just used a little trick and asked you to come to your door automatically. However, you can rest assured that we will not hurt you."

"Of course you can't hurt me!" Feng Chanzi hurriedly said, "I don't know anything and don't participate in those things. Why do you cause trouble for me?"

"We won't cause trouble for you." Mr. K shook his head: "Fengchanzi, whose real name is Wang Xingren, believes in Taoist theory, and usually makes a living by cheating. People like you are completely different planes of blood lion mercenaries, but by chance, you met Cang Hao, and from then on, you have a very special relationship with the blood lion mercenaries."

Mr. K’s statement is basically correct, which makes Feng Chanzi even more nervous: “So… so what?”

"You have always been around the Blood Lion Mercenaries, and no matter what Cang Hao has to do, you will not carry you behind your back. In other words, you basically know about the Blood Lion Mercenaries..." After pausing, Mr. K asked seriously: "I'm right?"

"I'm wrong!" Feng Chanzi glared: "I really don't know anything!"

A black man walked up and took out a gun and pointed it at Feng Chanzi's temple.

Mr. K smiled and asked again: "I really don't know anything?"

"Even if I know, I won't say it!" After taking a deep breath, Feng Chanzi said word by word: "Yes, I'm a liar, but a liar is also loyal!"

"Let me finish it first." Mr. K sighed and said slowly: "The Blood Lion Mercenaries are a very close group, loyal to each other, and no brother will betray Cang Hao. But it is not certain for others, especially those like you who are very close to them but do not belong to their members."

"I can't say anything after I say it! I don't know anything either!"

"I don't know now, but I can know in the future." Mr. K said word by word: "You can move around Cang Hao and tell me about Cang Hao's activities at any time. You have such a chance because Cang Hao is almost unprepared for you."

"You... want me to be a spy?" Feng Chanzi was shocked and shook his head like a wave drum: "That's even more impossible!"

Lin Binghua asked: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid of death!" Feng Chanzi said without hesitation: "But I said that I will not do such things, and liars are loyal!"

"I'll give you three seconds." Mr. K stretched out three fingers and shook it: "If you refuse, you will get three bullets!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black man opened the gun's safety, and Feng Chanzi subconsciously closed his eyes.

Mr. K began to count down: "Three, two..."

At this time, Feng Chanzi's heart was full of twists and turns. At one point, he felt that he might as well agree to Mr. K to forget it, at least he would live first.

However, Fengchanzi immediately gave up this idea. In fact, Mr. K was right. Fengchanzi was not a real blood lion mercenary, but Fengchanzi always regarded himself as a member of the blood lion.

For such a long time, Cang Hao did not carry Feng Chanzi on his back, and this kind of trust was rare.

Fengchanzi was willing to give his life for this trust.

As a result, Feng Chanzi closed his eyes tighter, looking like two walnuts.

Mr. K ended in the countdown, and the black man pulled the trigger.

However, the gun chamber only made a "click" sound in vain and no bullets were shot out.

Silence, a long silence.

I don’t know how long it took, Feng Chanzi realized that he was not dead and carefully opened his eyes. He found that the black man had put away his gun, and Mr. K and Lin Binghua were sitting opposite him and looking at him with a smile.

"What are you... going to do?" Feng Chanzi said, touching his whole body, sure that he was not shot, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "What are you doing!"

Mr. K curled his lips: "Just just kidding you!"

"Is there someone like this joking?" Feng Chanzi became angry: "Your father is scared to death!"

"Are you disappointed?" Mr. K nodded: "Then I can make a shot at you at any time now!"

"Okay! Don't do this! Don't!" Feng Chanzi hurriedly said, "I'm joking!"

"That's good." Mr. K nodded with satisfaction and said, "It should be said that I am quite happy to meet this time. Even the most ordinary people around Cang Hao are unwilling to betray Cang Hao. This shows that the Blood Lion mercenaries have enough cohesion, and it also shows that Cang Hao has enough personal charm."

"What do you... mean?"

"Nothing interesting." Mr. K smiled relaxedly: "Actually, I am an old friend of Cang Hao. This time I came to China, I originally wanted to see Cang Hao, but I didn't expect that he was not here, so I had to invite his little brother to come and sit down."

"And what...what are you going to do?"

"Nothing." Mr. K directly told Feng Chanzi: "If you don't like this, I can send you back now."

"I'll go! Let's go right now!" Feng Chanzi hurriedly said, "Hurry me away!"

Mr. K ordered Lin Binghua: "Send him away!"

Then, Mr. K got up and left, and did not say goodbye to Fengchanzi, and never came back.

Lin Binghua brought Feng Chanzi out, got on the class sports car again, and gave a light reminder: "Sit firmly and fasten your seat belt."

Feng Chanzi was a little incredible: "You...really send me back?"

"Why? I'm reluctant to leave? Want to stay?" Lin Binghua smiled and shook his head: "It's a pity that this place is not suitable for entertaining guests!"
Chapter completed!