Hai Guanghui's eyes widened. Recently, he had indeed felt in a trance and was out of shape at work, but he didn't expect this.
"Tell me quickly, who is that woman?" Hai Guanghui asked anxiously.
"First of all, don't think too much. It has nothing to do with Fuyao. I've tortured you to death. Who can I ask for money from? Secondly, this is the sin of the previous generation and has nothing to do with you. You are also a victim.
.Finally, that’s it, it’s time to pay back the money.” Ding Fan tugged at his fingers and said one after another.
"Let's figure this out first so we can repay the money easily." Hai Guanghui finally spat out.
"Sister Hong, go out and check the situation first. Don't beat the person to death, just beat him half to death." Ding Fan said to Mo Yuhong.
Ding Fan openly instigated this, which made Mo Yuhong very displeased, but this dead end finally saw a glimmer of light, so he didn't insist anymore and silently opened the door and walked out.
In the room, only Ding Fan and Hai Guanghui were left. One was wearing a security uniform and the other was wearing big pants, but they had lost their status.
"Hai Dong, put on your clothes first and let's talk slowly," Ding Fan said calmly.
By looking at his face, Ding Fan believed that Hai Guanghui had clear eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth, and was not a treacherous person. Failure to repay the money he owed had nothing to do with his quality, but that both parties had grievances.
Even after being massaged by a technician, Hai Guanghui still found it difficult to get out of bed. Ding Fan went over to help him, and then he slowly opened the dressing box and put on a crisp suit.
"Your name is Ding Fan?" Hai Guanghui confirmed.
"right!"
"Come here to fight?"
"To be precise, they are waving flags and shouting to build momentum."
Hai Guanghui was amused, and regardless of what was happening outside, he invited Ding Fan into the suite, sat on the leisure sofa, lit up his cigarette again, and said: "Recently, I really feel something is wrong. Not only does my back hurt, but I also always have nightmares. What are you doing?"
I can't even keep my spirits up. Since you can tell, please give me some advice. Everything else is easy to tell."
While Hai Guanghui and Mo Yuhong were arguing, Ding Fan opened his spiritual eyes while eating and saw the three fortunes above Hai Guanghui's head.
In the ancestral luck group, the color is gray, with a stick-like object faintly visible. In addition, there is a hint of red aura, which roughly forms a woman's face, representing a woman with resentment. Moreover, judging from the shape, she is very old.
In this case, it must be related to the ancestral grave. The caster is still an old woman, and it must be a grudge from a previous life.
"Actually, you are a kind person, otherwise, I wouldn't have said anything, just wipe my mouth and leave." Ding Fan emphasized.
"I can't explain the money with Fuyao. I think they are also at fault." Hai Guanghui is also a person who accepts death.
"For the sake of the company's reputation and development, I still think you should pay it back."
"Okay, the money is not much, and I have made enough trouble. I will arrange to pay back the money when I get back. I admit defeat!" Hai Guanghui breathed out reluctantly.
He is an open-minded person!
Ding Fan did not hesitate and pointed directly: "Hai Dong, based on your face and complexion, I can conclude that someone wedged a peach wood stick on your grandfather's grave, hoping that his soul would be gone and he would never be able to stand up again. People die.
It cannot be resurrected, but the result is that your descendants will become ill. This person is an old lady. If you can find her, my opinion is that peace is the most important thing, and you must be merciful and merciful. Don't care about it, forget it!"
Hai Guanghui showed an extremely surprised expression. Regardless of whether what Ding Fan said was reliable or not, it still posed a problem for him.
"Little brother, this is not easy to handle!" Hai Guanghui scratched his head and said.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know where my grandfather's grave is!"
Ding Fan didn't expect that if he couldn't find it within three months, Hai Guanghui could just go underground and ask where his grandfather's ancestral grave was.
"Tell me the details, and I promise that they will never be leaked to anyone."
"Actually, there is nothing to hide."
According to Hai Guanghui, when his father was eight years old, his grandfather suddenly disappeared. At that time, there were rumors in the village that he had hooked up with a beautiful woman from out of town, abandoned his wife and children, and went off to have fun.
Hai Guanghui's grandfather is a rural doctor. He is handsome and gentle, can write well, and often goes out to treat people. He can't resist temptation, and it's hard to accuse him of doing something outrageous.
Of course, his family was more worried about his accident. They searched hard for several years, but there was no trace of him, as if he had disappeared from the world.
More than half a century has passed since the incident, and not a single living person has been found, let alone a grave after death. The problems facing Hai Guanghui seem to have no solution.
"Judging from her face, grandma has a long life. She should know grandpa's birth date, right?" Ding Fan asked.
"Absolutely. The old man is very strong and has a good memory." Hai Guanghui nodded.
"If you come and tell me, maybe I can figure out where my grandfather's soul is." Ding Fan said.
"That's great!" Hai Guanghui breathed a sigh of relief and frowned: "But the pain in my back is unbearable. I think you are right. I couldn't describe this feeling before, but now I finally understand.
It’s like sticking a stick in!”
"Believe me, I will give you a prescription. Crush it and apply it to the painful area. It can relieve the pain, but it cannot get rid of the root. You must solve the hidden dangers of Feng Shui." Ding Fan said.
"Of course I believe you!" Hai Guanghui said hurriedly, and added: "Actually, it's easy for me to trust others and I have suffered a lot."
These words made Ding Fan a little unhappy, but he didn't care much about it.
The two added each other on WeChat, and Ding Fan compiled a prescription and sent it to Hai Guanghui, stating that it was for a specific disease and could be used on others without any guarantee of side effects.
Hai Guanghui promised that he would not use the prescription for anything else, and then transferred 10,000 yuan to Ding Fan.
"Little brother, when the problem is truly solved, I will thank you again." Hai Guanghui said, cupping his fists.
"I hope I can help you too." Ding Fan accepted the money politely.
"You shouldn't be a security guard." Hai Guanghui was not stupid and expressed serious doubts about Ding Fan's identity.
"I just found a job and have only been on the job for a few days. In fact, I am a disciple of Tao Xuanmen. Apart from fortune telling, Feng Shui, and fortune telling, I don't know anything else. It would be great to be a security guard." Ding Fan is very satisfied with the current situation.
"Come to our group! I guarantee that the salary and benefits will be higher than what you are getting now!" Hai Guanghui patted his chest and issued a sincere invitation.
"I accept the offer. There are other reasons why I stay in Fuyao Group." Ding Fan refused.
Oh, Hai Guanghui is thoughtful, Fuyao Group has so many beauties, maybe there is a childhood sweetheart there.
The two walked out of the room one after the other. The scene outside made Hai Guanghui's face darken again. Both bodyguards fell to the ground, their faces covered with blood, and they were twitching in pain.
Cai Cai's clothes were also stained with a lot of blood, and her hair was messed up into a chicken nest, but she had a high-spirited attitude that reminded people of a big rooster.
Half of Gu Qiang's face was swollen, he was still holding a steel cone in his hand, his security uniform was open, all the buttons were missing, and his white shirt had blood spots.
Only Mo Yuhong was unscathed, but her face was gloomy. It was obvious that she didn't want to end up like this.
"Hey, Dong Hai, it's normal to have conflicts, fights, and fights." Ding Fan said with a smile.
"waste!"
Hai Guanghui was scolding the two bodyguards, then waved his hands and said: "You go ahead, I'll call an ambulance, we can't let them die here."