Mr. Wan, a dandy boy from the Bazhai sect, came up behind Hong Xue with a mobile phone and an obscene look on his face. He sat down in the row behind her and pretended to listen carefully to the speech of the President of the Yi Xue Society.
Fang Xiaoyu had already seen this guy out of the corner of his eye and wanted to take a secret photo of Hong Xue.
He whispered in Hong Xue's ear: "Hong Xue, there is a guy behind you who wants to secretly photograph you."
"Ah! Who is it!" Hong Xue turned around and glanced nervously. Mr. Wan immediately sat up straight and pretended to listen carefully.
"Don't move, just sit here. I have a way to cure this kid." Fang Xiaoyu smiled, winked at Hong Xue, and immediately asked her to sit up straight.
Seeing that Hong Xue didn't move, Mr. Wan stood up again, secretly took out his cell phone and pointed it at Hong Xue to start filming.
Fang Xiaoyu took out a few silver needles, put one in his mouth, turned his head towards the guy's wrist and shot it out with a "plop" sound.
"Ah!" Mr. Wan screamed, holding his injured wrist with his left hand and squatting down.
There was a "pop" sound, and the phone just fell to the ground.
Mr. Wan panicked and bent down to pick up his cell phone, but it happened to fall under a young woman's chair.
The guy knelt down and reached under the chair.
Seeing this, Fang Xiaoyu spit out another silver needle.
"Crack!"
The silver needle pierced Mr. Wan's buttocks, causing him to tremble suddenly in pain and lift his head involuntarily. When he stood up, his neck happened to rest on the crook of the young woman's legs, and he lifted the young woman's legs.
The young woman was so frightened that she screamed "Ah", picked up the bag, and threw it at Mr. Wan's head.
"I'll beat you to death, you stinking gangster! Beat you to death, beat you to death!"
"Ouch! Stop hitting, stop hitting, I'm here to pick up the phone."
Wan Gongzi endured the pain, picked up the phone, and climbed up in embarrassment.
The young woman still couldn't understand her hatred and smashed it twice more before stopping.
Mr. Wan took out the two silver needles on his hands and buttocks and cursed loudly: "Who, who did it just now?"
His shout immediately attracted the attention of countless people.
Suddenly, the entire venue became lively and there was a lot of discussion.
Ruan Jingtian, president of the Yi Xue Society, who was giving a report in the auditorium, took off his glasses and shouted angrily at the auditorium: "What is going on? Who is causing trouble?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.
Because, he discovered that the person everyone was looking at was none other than his apprentice Wan Gongzi.
He originally wanted to bring his apprentice here to plate gold, so that he could smoothly take over the position of head of Wan's Eighth House.
But now, such a sudden incident made him very embarrassed.
"Master, I..." Wan Gongzi saw his master on the stage staring at him, squeezed out a smile, and was at a loss for a moment.
This made Ruan Jingtian, the president of Yi Xue Xue, even more embarrassed.
Fortunately, this guy has seen the world and has a strong psychological quality, and his complexion quickly returned to normal.
He cleared his throat, glanced at everyone and said, "Okay, everyone, be quiet. Everyone should sit down!"
Mr. Wan sat down and pretended to listen.
Fang Xiaoyu smiled and put away the silver needle in his hand. This inadvertent action happened to be seen by Mr. Wan.
He glared at Fang Xiaoyu fiercely and shouted coldly: "Boy, if you have the guts, I will make you die miserably after the meeting."
After saying that, he left angrily.
Seeing Mr. Wan's furious look, Hong Xue couldn't help but become worried.
"Xiaoyu, you are in trouble now. Ruan Jingtian, the president of Yi Xuexue, knows about this, and he will definitely not let you go. This person will definitely retaliate, so you'd better be careful."
Fang Xiaoyu smiled disapprovingly and said: "It's okay, he's just a president of Yi Academy! There's nothing to be afraid of."
After listening to the conversation between the two, Master Hong De already guessed that Fang Xiaoyu was responsible for Mr. Wan's embarrassing incident. He also became worried.
"Now, we are in big trouble! The Wan family is the most prestigious Feng Shui family in the entire Yi Academy. And Wan Gongzi's master Ruan Jingtian is Qin Dou in the Yi Academy. The power behind him is something you would never dare to imagine.
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"Really? Isn't he just a Feng Shui master?" Fang Xiaoyu asked curiously: "Is there any mysterious figure behind him?"
Master Hong De smiled bitterly and said: "Xiaoyu, you are still young and don't understand. Feng Shui masters may seem inconspicuous, but the noble people they come into contact with are more than you can imagine. As the president of Yi Xuexue, how many people have I worked for?
High-ranking officials and business elites have read Feng Shui, fortune-telling, and fortune-changing. If you pick just one of these people, they will make you as sad as squeezing an ant to death."
He paused, then sighed and said: "Xiaoyu, let me see it this way! After a while, I will go and plead with Ruan Jintian, saying that you are young and ignorant and accidentally made a joke. Then I will apologize to others.
In a moment, you go to the free trade zone and buy a piece of jade worth two to three hundred thousand yuan to compensate others, and this matter will be over."
"What? You want to lose money?" Fang Xiaoyu shook his head and said: "If I, Fang Xiaoyu, don't take action, I won't regret it if I do. I can't afford to lose money."
"You are so stubborn. Let me see it this way! I will pay for you." Master Hongde was worried that he would also be implicated, so he had to grit his teeth and agree to the matter.
Unexpectedly, Fang Xiaoyu shook his head very firmly: "Master Hong, don't worry, I won't implicate you and Hong Xue in this matter. If Mr. Wan comes to find me, I will face him."
"But..." Master Hongde wanted to persuade him again.
But Fang Xiaoyu waved his hand very firmly and said: "Master Wan is looking for me, I will stop him. I, Fang Xiaoyu, will never do anything to make money."
"I think so! Xue'er, you take Xiaoyu out to relax. Just leave me alone." Master Hongde was afraid that Fang Xiaoyu would be embarrassed by Wan's son, so he deliberately asked his granddaughter to take Fang Xiaoyu away first.
venue.
At least this would not cause the Wan family to get entangled immediately. He decided to find Mr. Wan and Ruan Jingtian, the president of Yi Xuexue, in private to apologize and secretly resolve the conflict.
"Okay!" Hong Xue agreed readily, stood up and winked at Fang Xiaoyu, then took his hand and walked straight outside the venue.
"Let's go, Xiaoyu. I'll take you to the free trade zone. There are many antiques and magical artifacts there, and you might even be able to find some treasures!" Hong Xue took Fang Xiaoyu to the free trade zone.
Not long after the two squatted down, four men followed them quietly.
At this time, I suddenly heard someone not far away talking loudly with an antique seller, discussing the price.
"Boss, can you use less blue and white porcelain?"
"Twenty thousand can't be less."
"Twenty thousand? Didn't we agree on thirty thousand?"
Fang Xiaoyu looked up and saw that Mr. Ma, who had previously dismissed him, was negotiating with someone. But the strange thing was that this guy didn't bargain, but instead raised the price. (To be continued)