Everyone around you will turn their eyes to you, and most of the people who can come here are Han Cheng's relatives and friends, these people have different identities, so they look at people differently. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

These eyes are doubtful, indifferent, mocking, contemptuous and disdainful, just like a hodgepodge of all kinds of people in the society gathered here, forming a dish unique to the Chinese people, stewed!

For you, who are as cheeky as the city wall, these are all side dishes, completely ignoring the eyes of the people around you, the two Senluo spell marks in your eyes slowly flashed, and said to Han Cheng: "Boss Han, you can flop now." ”

"What the hell is this kid doing?"

"Who knows, people are good-looking, but they look like gods and gods, and some of them are not doing their jobs."

"Han Cheng called him president just now, what kind of company is that, Co., Ltd.? Could it be that he is a Yamato? ”

"It's not like that, I've been in Yamato for a few years, not to mention that the men over there are not so tall, even if they have a different temperament."

"Temperament? What temperament? You talk about temperament with a person whose whole body is less than a thousand yuan? I think he's dressed as a peasant! ”

"What happened to the peasants? Twenty years ago, you were a farmer! ”

"You ......"

Quarrels between relatives stemmed from their own conflicts, but this pointless quarrel will soon subside, because they are related by blood.

Under Sen Luo's gaze, Han Cheng's body was obviously covered with a thick layer of evil qi, this evil qi was different from the ghost qi of the ghost, it was more like a kind of resentment, and this resentment was sharper than the resentment you had seen in the ghost before!

At the moment when Han Cheng flopped, that resentment spread to Han Cheng's hand, and Han Cheng's card was replaced by the biggest bull.

Seeing that Han Cheng was eating all again, Zong Wangyue turned his head to you and whispered, "Boss, do you see anything?" ”

"Well, I can see it, but don't startle the snake yet, you ask Han Cheng to find a private room, and I'll have a good chat with him."

"Okay."

After that, Han Cheng took you up to the second floor.

Judging from the appearance and furnishings, this is Han Cheng's study, and there are bookshelves on three walls of the room, and there are many books on the shelves, although the books are spotless, but each one is brand new, and there is no trace of it.

Bookshelves and books are standard for moats, which can also be said to be a decoration.

A casual glance at the study reveals that there are quite a few antiques here, and they are worth a lot of money.

You and Han Cheng sat on the sofa face to face, while Zong Wangyue sat on the side with a smile on his willow waist and let Dongxue wait for him to eat fruit.

Han Cheng looked at Zong Wangyue with envy, and then turned his head to you: "President Li, I asked Lao Biao to call you here this time, mainly because I hope you can help me relieve my wealth." ”

"Wealth?" You frown.

"That's right, Caiqi." Han Cheng didn't know anything about this, and it was really because it was wealth that shrouded him, not the resentment that could capture his soul at any time, "I have an advantage as a person, that is, I know how to measure. Ever since I was a child, my old man warned me that I can't be too greedy, and that everything must be measured. I feel that I have enough money on me now, and there is no need to make more money through this kind of sideways, because in the long run, things will definitely be reversed. ”

You and Zong Wangyue glanced at each other, and both of them laughed at the same time.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just think what you say sounds quite reasonable." You smiled and asked at Han Cheng, "Boss Han, when did you start fiddling with that beckoning cat?" ”

Han Cheng thought for a while and said, "It should be six or seven months. ”

"Who told you this method?"

"A friend of mine in business, at that time, God mysteriously told me that I could attract wealth by using this method, and I had nothing to do anyway, so I tried it, and after fiddling with it, the wealth on my body has not been broken, and no matter what business I do, I can make a lot of money."

You pause and say, "How many beckoning cats did you get?" ”

"Two, one male and one female." Han Cheng said very frankly.

"No wonder the resentment in your body will merge with each other, so that the resentment will condense faster than the others."

"What do you say? Resentment, resentment? ”

As soon as he heard what you said, Han Cheng's whole body bounced up from his chair.

Looking at Han Cheng, you asked coldly: "Your father should have said a word when you were young, there is no free lunch in this world, there is no luck that comes out of thin air, and there is no so-called wealth." ”

"But, but my friends ......."

You cut off Han Cheng's luck psychology with a single sentence: "If their time is earlier than yours, then the resentment has already swallowed up their three souls and seven spirits, and they are already in a terminal situation, and there is no help." ”

As he spoke, you Huo Ran got up and said to Han Cheng, "Take me to the altar where you worship the beckoning cat." ”

Seeing that you know everything, Han Cheng's heart is even more frightened, but since you are here, he has a little more happiness in his heart, and hurriedly leads you to the basement.

Han Cheng's basement is actually a wine cellar, where many precious wines are stored, and there is no shortage of foreign red wine worth millions of dollars in it.

Compared to the above, the cellar is noticeably much colder.

Although his smile was a little stiff, when he passed by the tasting area, Han Cheng still turned his head to you and smiled: "President Li, this wine cellar is a little cold, why don't we drink some wine to warm up first." ”

Zong Wangyue hugged Dongxue's waist and said with a smile: "Old cousin, you should say that drink some wine to suppress the shock, see that you have cold sweat on your forehead." ”

Han Cheng glared at Zong Wangyue, he had an excellent face, if it weren't for his good relationship with Zong Wangyue, I'm afraid he would have turned his face a long time ago.

You don't speak, and you stop, staring straight ahead.

At this time, in front of you is a wooden door, the appearance of the wooden door is still quite elegant, finely carved, and the material of the wooden door is also very good. A cold and miserable resentment was oozing from the crack in the wooden door, and after these resentments came out, they converged towards Han Cheng's body.

"President Li, the altar is inside the door." After listening to his resentment, Han Cheng felt that his whole person was not good.

Turning his head to look at Han Cheng, he said lightly: "Boss Han, you are very lucky. ”

"Huh?"

Reaching out to the door, you smile and say, "This door is expensive, isn't it?" ”

"yes, it cost me a lot of money, it's ......"

"Rosewood, and it's a thousand-year-old rosewood."

"Yes, yes, yes! President Lee's vision is so accurate! ”

"It is precisely because a door blocks a large amount of resentment inside, only a small trace seeps out, if this is an ordinary door, you are already dead."