A majestic voice came, but it was a middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair.
Although he only took one glance, Zhang Yang already had a deep understanding of this person.
For middle-aged people, the heaven is full, the earth pavilion is round, and the seal hall is high and thick. This is a rare destiny of wealth and honor.
Unfortunately, at this moment, there is a black mist covering the forehead that should contain a faint purple energy.
The inconvenience in his legs was probably caused by this black mist.
This black mist is not unrelated to the evil spirit that Zhang Yang felt outside the door, so Zhang Yang guessed that it was probably the owner of this villa, Mr. Dongfang in the mouth of the gangsters.
The reason why he could barely resist the erosion of this evil spirit was due to the murderous aura in him.
Those gangsters were so respectful to him. It was obvious that even if this person was not a gangster, he still had a considerable status in the world.
"Your honor is Mr. Dongfang, right?" Zhang Yang said with a smile, without any intention of continuing.
"I am Dongfang Mubai."
"Dongfang Mubai... I seem to have heard this name somewhere before." Zhang Yang muttered, while quickly searching his memory.
East...East...
Longteng Group!
He suddenly remembered.
When Meng Qiaoer encountered difficulties from the company, Zhang Yang once heard her and Feng Yanran mention the Longteng Group.
Nowadays, Longteng Group is involved in many industries, and its focus does not seem to be on the East China Sea, so Zhang Yang doesn't have much impression.
However, Zhang Yang remembered one thing clearly. The predecessor of Longteng Group was the Qinglong Gang in Donghai City. The first-generation gang leader was called Dongfang Qingyun. In that turbulent era, he had close personal relationships with high-level officials. He was one of the very few local societies in China that still exists today.
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Longteng Group is by no means the top company in Donghai City, but its influence is definitely not small. It has a lot of background in both the political and business circles, and is very knowledgeable in both black and white.
Although in recent years, as high-level officials have imposed restrictions on local power, the leaders of Longteng Group have gradually removed their main businesses from Donghai City out of organizational security considerations.
However, the centipede is not dead, let alone such a deep-rooted underground dynasty.
It still plays a vital role in the entertainment industry.
"Why, my little master has never even heard of Mr. Dongfang, the famous chairman of Longteng Group?" the woman said with a teasing look on her face.
"Die Wu, you don't have to ridicule me. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Dongfang Mubai is already a thing of the past. It is inevitable to be forgotten." Dongfang Mubai laughed and said with some self-deprecation.
"It turns out it's the leader of Dongfang Gang of Longteng Gang who is disrespectful and disrespectful in front of you!" Zhang Yang saluted with cupped fists.
"Why, is the young master also a gang member?" Dongfang Mubai raised his eyebrows.
"Although I, Zhang Yang, am not a member of a gang, my uncle traveled around the world in his early years and had an acquaintance with Fourth Master Guo for eight times." Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"Fourth Master Guo?! Eight worshipers..." Dongfang Mubai was startled at first, then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he immediately asked, "I wonder what the name of my uncle is..."
"The common surname is Wu, just one given name." Zhang Yang said with a smile.
Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at the smiling woman on the side, but there was something complicated in her eyes.
Although Dongfang Mubai has inherited the legacy of its predecessors, in the rapidly changing China, it is still able to establish such a presence in an international metropolis like Donghai City, which shows its methods and connections.
Looking at the current situation, it was probably that Dongfang Mubai was suffering from a chronic illness, so he left his affairs to this woman named Die Wu.
Although Zhang Yang had never seen this kind of grudge between wealthy families, he didn't think it was that strange.
A man like Dongfang Mubai naturally needs a capable woman by his side.
However, everyone is ambitious.
As time goes by, as an agent, she will inevitably have other thoughts and even want to replace him.
There is no doubt that Dongfang Mubai, a man of the world, is in such a predicament right now.
On the one hand, he needs this woman to take care of the company's affairs for him, but on the other hand, he must be wary of her stealing everything that belongs to him.
The reason why Zhang Yang mentioned the identity of his master uncle Qing Lingzi was because he wanted to borrow the old man's reputation to make things easier.
In order to find an authentic relic of Tang Bohu that was lost in Donghai City, the uncle did have a close relationship with the underground gangs in Donghai City, and even stayed in Donghai City for half a year as a protector.
Zhang Yang can naturally see that this beautiful woman is by no means a fuel-saving lamp.
Since she and Dongfang Mubai seem to be inseparable, it is very likely that they will get in the way.
Zhang Yang is even a little worried that the reason why this place is like this has something to do with this woman.
In order to save trouble, we simply formed a united front with Dongfang Mubai first.
It was expected that Qing Lingzi's status as a master protector would be enough to make Dongfang Mubai treat him differently.
"I wonder what your surname is, junior brother?" Dongfang Mubai asked excitedly.
Zhang Yang felt happy because his uncle, who seemed unreliable, was finally reliable this time.
"My surname is Zhang, my bow is Zhang, and my single name is the yang character for the sun." Zhang Yang said solemnly.
"It turns out it's Junior Brother Zhang Yang. Brother Yu didn't welcome you from afar, but he neglected the distinguished guest. Come here, watch the tea!"
As Dongfang Mubai spoke, he planned to lead Zhang Yang into the living room.
"Wait!" the woman named Die Wu suddenly said.
"Die Wu, what else can you do?" Dongfang Mubai frowned, but still had a slight smile on his face.
"Mu Bai, how do you know that he is really Mr. Wu's nephew?" Die Wu said with a smile.
That smile and that tone made it difficult for people to feel resentment towards a woman like her.
"Miss Yun, I don't know if this counts!" Zhang Yang said, suddenly exerting force on his hand, and the green bricks on the ground shattered.
Split the air palm?!
Not only Dongfang Mubai, but also Diewu and her bodyguard looked horrified.
This Fourth Master Guo is a martial arts practitioner. He obviously practices external kung fu, but he just relied on his talent and acquired hard work to develop dark strength.
Once he was targeted by an enemy who secretly poisoned his tea. After seriously injuring three assassins, he finally collapsed from exhaustion.
Seeing that he was about to die, Uncle Qing Lingzi, who went to Donghai City to hunt for treasures, took action angrily. He came to take care of it and used his inner strength to force the toxins out of Mr. Guo's body.
Fourth Master Guo is an expert himself. Feeling the majestic and pure inner energy of Qing Lingzi, he was simply astonished.
He originally planned to ask Qing Lingzi for advice, but Qing Lingzi just gave him a set of breathing techniques, which could help his cultivation to a higher level.
Not only that, he also taught the legendary Splitting Air Palm to Mr. Guo.
It is said that Fourth Master Guo relied on this skill to fight from the east to the west of the city and finally unified the underground forces in Donghai City.
For a long time, the names of Fourth Master Guo and Pi Kongzhang were so popular that no one dared to look directly at them.
Zhang Yang's exposure of his hand was enough to show his identity.
Entering Dongfang Mubai's living room, a middle-aged man who looked like a butler poured Zhang Yang a cup of tea at Dongfang Mubai's instruction.
When Zhang Yang took a look, his tea seemed a little different, and he couldn't help but think a little.
He wasn't worried about anyone tampering with the tea. He picked it up and smelled it, and his eyes lit up.
The best Dahongpao!
Although it is a bit lower than Wuyi rock tea, the selection of materials and craftsmanship are quite exquisite, and it is indeed a rare treasure.
Back then, Fourth Master Guo seemed to have entertained his uncle with authentic Wuyi rock tea. Now Dongfang Mubai entertained himself with the slightly inferior Dahongpao, which obviously had profound meaning.
Sure enough, seeing Zhang Yang take a sip, Dongfang Mubai couldn't help but ask: "I wonder if Junior Brother Zhang is satisfied with this tea?"
Of course, Zhang Yang knew that the slap he had just given had not completely dispelled the underworld tycoon's doubts. He was probably intending to test his own knowledge.
By the way, let's take a look to see if he is really Uncle Qinglingzi's nephew.
"Although it is not as high-quality as Wuyi rock tea, it is still top-notch among Dahongpao." Zhang Yang replied with a smile.
As soon as Zhang Yang said this, not only Dongfang Mubai, but also Yun Diewu who was accompanying him was slightly surprised.
But compared with the excitement in Dongfang Mubai's eyes, there was deep worry in her eyes.
Undoubtedly, Zhang Yang's appearance gave her a sense of fear.
At the beginning, Yun Dieyi was a little confused.
Judging from his age, Zhang Yang doesn't look like a master of catching ghosts and eliminating demons.
But Zhang Yang actually had such a connection with Fourth Master Guo, so he just used Splitting Air Palm, so she didn't dare to say anything more.
No matter how strong the Longteng Group is, it is not worth mentioning in front of Mr. Guo, a truly powerful and powerful figure in the world.
If you accidentally disturb this old man, it will be even more troublesome.
What's more, there is an old man Wu behind Zhang Yang who never sees the dragon, and he is even more untouchable.
"Mr. Zhang is indeed an expert. When Fourth Master Guo entertained Mr. Wu with Wuyi rock tea, Dongfang Mubai could only use this unsatisfactory Wuyi Dahongpao to make him laugh." Dongfang Mubai glanced at Yun Diewu deliberately.
The latter stared at Zhang Yang, his eyes uncertain for a while, completely unaware of Dongfang Mubai's gaze.
"Mr. Dongfang, there is no need to be polite. I came here this time because I noticed that the feng shui in my house seemed to be abnormal, and I couldn't help but want to find out. It would be best if I could help you a little bit."
"Hey, if Mr. Zhang can take action, it would be a dream. To be honest, the recent bad luck has made me overwhelmed and almost collapsed." Dongfang Mubai said with emotion, with tears in his eyes.
"If Mr. Dongfang is trustworthy, you might as well tell me everything that happened recently so that you can prescribe the right medicine."
Although when he was in the mountains, apart from practicing, Zhang Yang's favorite thing was medicine, but he also dabbled in Feng Shui and divination.
Especially after inheriting the knowledge in Jiutian Xuanlei, these previously learned knowledge were further integrated and reached a more advanced realm.
As the saying goes, all laws are unified, and everything can be understood in one way.
The situation here is so complicated, but it's a good opportunity to practice your skills.
Dongfang Mubai hesitated for a moment, and then fell into sad memories.
Through his narration, Zhang Yang confirmed his suspicions and vaguely had a clue to solve the matter. (To be continued)