Brother Zhu introduced me to the specific situation of Maoli Village.
After I understood all this, we started our first meeting in Guancheng.
Sitting on the sofa, I said to everyone:
"Currently, we don't have a good way to fundamentally cut off the opening of Ha Ye's site. But what we can do is to create different troubles for them and prevent him from starting work on the construction site. After completely irritating them, they
will jump out to find us. At that time, we will be able to solve the problem from the root..."
"Xiao Liuye, you don't need to tell us so much, just tell everyone what to do!"
Mr. Hong said directly to me.
"This operation is very simple. There are only two steps. The first step is to prevent the opponent's decoration materials from entering Maoli Village. The second step is to take advantage of the special situation of Maoli Village to plunge Ha Ye and the others into the vast sea of people's war..."
Everyone looked at me seriously, and I continued:
"We are divided into two groups. The first group is Mr. Hong and I. Mr. Hong, please call August and ask for advice on Feng Shui. Note that you must learn some professional vocabulary that can scare people. The more the better.
This is very important!”
Mr. Hong nodded immediately.
"The second group, led by Brother Zhu, you will make a game of picking peaches and discarding frames at the intersection where the truck must pass. The mute, as the leader, is responsible for the entire game. I will teach you how to make the game the most precise in a moment...
…”
As soon as I finished speaking, everyone couldn't help but look at the mute.
The mute also looked surprised, and he stuttered:
"I, I, can I, can I?"
I know that this is the first time for a mute to take on such an important responsibility.
This must be somewhat psychologically stressful for him.
I just wanted to encourage him, but the mute asked himself:
"I bet, bet, of course..."
As he said that, he laughed out loud.
Looking at the mute, I was a little speechless.
This guy is getting thicker and thicker. I don’t know if he learned it from Mr. Hong.
When everything is ready, we split up.
Although Maoli Village is poor, it is a large village, and most of the villagers have the surname Chen.
When Mr. Hong and I appeared in this village, Mr. Hong quickly became the center of attention of passers-by.
The reason is simple. Today he is wearing a loose Tang shirt, small round glasses, and holding a cattail leaf fan.
It looks a bit nondescript and a bit weird.
But because Mr. Hong has a distinguished temperament, he looks a bit like a scholar.
I followed beside him, holding a purple clay pot in my hand, just like a follower.
The two of us walked around the village for a long time before slowly walking to the village square.
The square is not small, with several thick banyan trees planted around it.
Facing the square is the village ancestral hall.
Under the tree at the entrance of the ancestral hall, an old man was sitting under the banyan tree and talking on the phone.
The old man looked to be in his seventies and as thin as a bamboo.
There was no trace of blood on his wrinkled face.
The most important thing is that he still has a palm-sized green mark on his face.
We walked over and sat on the stone chairs nearby.
The old man had already finished the phone call, glanced at us both, and said nothing.
But Mr. Hong didn't even look at the old man, but stretched out his hand towards me.
I immediately handed over the teapot in my hand.
Mr. Hong took a sip at the spout and said to me thoughtfully:
"I have been in Guancheng for more than a month. This is the first time I have seen such a strange place..."
I took the teapot without saying anything.
The old man sitting on the stone chair opposite could not help but ask:
"What's weird?"
Mr. Hong didn't say anything. He stared at the old man for a while, then slowly shook his head and said:
"I'm just talking to myself and talking nonsense. You don't need to take it seriously..."
People are curious, especially about things related to themselves.
This is also the main reason why many people easily fall into the trap of scammers.
The same goes for the old man in front of him. When he heard Master Hong say this, he immediately asked:
"I'm from this village. Can you tell me what's strange about it?"
Mr. Hong then said:
"It is said that Wancheng is located in the main road of the Pearl River Delta and has unique feng shui. There are very few places in southern Guangdong that can compete with it. I just wonder why a place with excellent feng shui has such serious bad luck.
Where is the village?”
"Bad luck?"
The old man's eyes widened and he repeated.
Mr. Hong said no more, but raised his hand slightly, and I immediately handed over the teapot.
Holding the teapot, Mr. Hong took a sip calmly.
"Pretty boy, do you know Feng Shui?"
The old man asked hurriedly.
Mr. Hong smiled calmly, with a hint of free and easy self-confidence in his smile.
"I can't say I understand, I can only say I know a little bit..."
The old man was even more curious and immediately said:
"Looking at your young age, you already know Feng Shui?"
Mr. Hong waved his cattail leaf fan lightly and said calmly:
"Kong Rong gave birth to pears at the age of four, Gan Luo became the prime minister at the age of twelve, and Zhou Yu led the army at the age of thirteen. Nezha made trouble at the age of seven, and Calabash Baby knew how to fight monsters when he was born. Which one of them is older than me?"
Mr. Hong's half-true joke made the old man laugh.
There is a little more trust in this smile.
Mr. Hong looked the old man up and down and said slowly:
"Old man, are you not feeling well?"
"How do you know?"
Mr. Hong's lips moved and he muttered for a while before saying:
"In "Hong Fan", it is said that wood means straightness. Only when the five elements of the body support each other can the body be healthy. And looking at your face, it seems that there are signs of trees leaving the soil. Your disease comes from the liver..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man immediately opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.
Mr. Hong continued to look at it and said:
"You have an official star in your face. You must have been an official, right?"
Before the old man could answer, Mr. Hong immediately said:
"It was a sign that your official career was going to be prosperous, but your feng shui was not in harmony, causing your official career to end more than ten years ago?"
This time the old man was completely dumbfounded. He looked at Master Hong dreamingly.
At this time, Mr. Hong suddenly stood up and said:
"Old man, I'm just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously. I'm leaving first..."
With that said, Mr. Hong got up and left.
I followed Mr. Hong, and within two steps, I heard an anxious voice coming from behind: