Yang Zzi reluctantly sent away Taoist Yuqing who insisted on going back to the mountains.
She came to Song Xuan's Mo Xuanli to meet the guests who had made an appointment.
This guest was an office director in the city, named Huang Jian. When Yang Zimei saw him for the first time, he felt a certain disgust towards him.
This man was born with a pretty good face, but he gradually became crooked, and at first glance he had a utilitarian face that flattered others and bullied others.
As soon as he saw Yang Zimei, he kept talking about the troubles he encountered. The general meaning was that the house he bought had good feng shui, and his neighbors were constantly getting promoted and making money, but he had been stagnant.
Before, they even faced the risk of being suppressed.
He couldn't figure out why, and wondered if there was something evil in his family that affected the feng shui, which caused him to behave like this.
Yang Zimei frowned slightly, listening to him finish a long phone call while spitting and smelling.
For such a person, she really didn't want to help him.
But out of professional ethics and integrity, since I have opened the door to do business, I can only accept everyone who comes.
She followed him to the residential building where he lived.
I have to say that the Feng Shui location of this entire building is extremely good, and the builder must have hired a Feng Shui master to set up the formation. The whole building is very auspicious.
It stands to reason that the residents living here should have better luck.
She followed Huang Jian to the seventh floor where he was.
This building was developed and constructed by Huang Jian's brother-in-law, so the first floor with the best Feng Shui location was left to him.
However, as soon as Yang Zimei entered his home, he immediately felt that the house was turbid and chaotic, the energy was dead, and the feng shui was completely broken.
She looked around and saw that all the home decorations were extremely good, and there was nothing that was not in line with Feng Shui.
She looked around in confusion, wondering why there was such an inexplicable decline in feng shui.
Just as he was thinking about it, an old lady about eighty years old, wearing somewhat shabby and dirty clothes, tremblingly holding a cane that was basically a broom handle, walked out of the room near the bathroom. Her face was pale, her eyes were dim, and she looked at Huang.
Jian's eyes were a bit flinching.
Yang Zimei noticed that her crotch and trousers were wet, and the smell of wet urine came out. It seemed that she was incontinent.
When Huang Jian saw her, he immediately darkened his face and cursed in disgust: "You old guy, you can't even go to the toilet after peeing, you might as well die, don't fucking embarrass yourself in front of my guests.
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"she is?"
When Yang Zimei saw him scolding the old lady so violently, she asked him next time.
"She is my mother. She is a little demented. She is incontinent and is very annoyed." After Huang Jian finished speaking, he faced her with a smile and said, "Master Yang, you are laughing."
Yang Zimei had a straight face and said nothing.
At this time, the door opened, and a slightly fat middle-aged woman and a girl about fifteen years old came in.
As soon as the middle-aged woman saw the old lady, she immediately started scolding her, calling her an old lady and an old filth. The girl even dragged the old lady into the room and slammed the door with a look on her face.
He said in disgust, "He's so dirty and running around everywhere. It's going to be a big disaster at home."
Seeing everything in front of him, Yang Zimei clenched his fists slightly.
Just now, she looked into the room where the old lady lived, and saw a low broken table with half a bowl of rice on it. The floor was dirty, and the bed was like a garbage dump, dirty and wet.