Super Golden Eye

"Don't say it's just a few gadgets, it's dozens of them. As long as your brother can get them, you won't be nonsense." Tong Kun smiled, knowing that there is something to happen. If Fang Yang made up his mind not to go, he really couldn't help it.

But then again, these gadgets are probably expensive. Thinking of this, Tong Kun faintly hurts.

But as long as this matter can be done, no amount of money spent is worth it. After all, Fang Yang can satisfy the big boss, and he can get this small amount of money back.

"What the **** is your boss looking for me?" Fang Yang asked.

He began to wonder about Lingyun Group coming. The boss of the Lingyun Group is called Shen Furong. His name sounds rustic, but his family is well-established. It is said that his ancestors have something to do with the businessman Shen Wansan in the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasty.

Lingyun Group has strong assets, with jewellery and jade business as its core, and derived from basic necessities, food, housing and transportation. As the head of the group, Shen Furong has a unique vision, not only seizing the opportunity of real estate, but also catching the express train of the Internet. It is said that it has a share relationship with BAT, and its influence is spread all over the country and overseas.

However, Fang Yang did not understand why such a huge company should deploy its strategy in Jiangbei City. Although this is a fast-developing modern city, it is a third-tier city after all, and its limitations are too strong.

"80% is for you to help look at Feng Shui, after all, the example of Cuiweiju is there." Tong Kun replied.

In fact, he didn't know what Shen Furong was thinking. To be precise, this was the first time Shen Fugui called him.

Where did Tong Kun dare to ask, he felt as if he had been summoned by the emperor, only knowing that he was excited and obeyed.

Tong Kun didn't explain it, and Fang Yang didn't ask. Although he was a little nervous in his heart, he was still very confident. After all, Feng Shui was not a joke.

And even if it doesn't work out, it doesn't matter. Anyway, he has never admitted that he is a Feng Shui master, and it is enough to say that he is not proficient in his business.

After half an hour, Matsue City arrived. The car drove directly to a villa area and stopped at the door of the middle three-story villa.

style! rich! Where is this villa? It's a small manor.

The gate more than two meters high is painted with black paint, and a pair of majestic stone lions are placed on the left and right of the gate.

Behind the gate is a lawn with five or six fountains in the lawn. Several security guards drove electric cars to guard around, and there were monitoring equipment everywhere in the yard.

Tick!

The door opened, and the car slowly drove to the door of the villa. A young man in his twenties with his hands in his pockets seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Here?" Fang Yang asked, although shocked, he quickly calmed down. Just kidding, there is nothing more shocking than Feng Shui.

"It seems to be here." Tong Kun replied nervously. In fact, it was the first time he came to the house of the big boss Shen Furong, which was the blessing of Fang Yang.

"You're Fang Yang? My dad has been waiting for you for a long time, so follow me in." The young man walked to Fang Yang and looked at him up and down.

Tong Kun saw the young man's face clearly, his little heart beating: "Master Shen, you, why did you come out."

The young man's name is Shen Xin, Shen Furong's son, Tong Kun has only seen photos.

"Come out? When did I go in?" Shen Xin raised an eyebrow and looked at Tong Kun with a weird look.

Tong Kun suddenly realized that he had made a mistake, and quickly said with a smile that he was wrong. What the hell, if this offends the young master, then the future can be accounted for.

However, there was another thing that shocked Tong Kun. It was abnormal for Shen Fugui to let Shen Xin pick up Fang Yang.

Tong Kun is sitting on pins and needles, but Fang Yang needs to be much more calm. He followed Shen Xin into the villa and sat down directly in the living room.

"My dad is still in the study, and he has been asked to invite him. Dude, do you really look at Feng Shui? It doesn't look the same at this age." Shen Xin stood next to Fang Yang and stared at him as soon as he sat down. I asked a question.

Fang Yang smiled bitterly, saying that he was just playing in his spare time: "If you can't talk about Feng Shui, you will get a little bit of fur. I don't know what Boss Shen is asking for me?"

Fang Yang wanted to talk from Shen Xin's mouth. But the latter obviously didn't know, and he spread his hands together and replied: "I don't know this. By the way, you don't want to leave for a while. It's a private matter to find you."

"Well, all right." Fang Yang nodded. This Shen Xin was about the same age as him, and he was white and white, and he was a guy who could feed on his face.

But being born in such a family, it's not enough to rely on face alone, and it's impossible to say when someone will jump out to grab the property. Fang Yang doesn't think Shen Xin is as harmless as humans and animals on the surface.

From the perspective of Feng Shui, the thin blue line representing wisdom on Shen Xin's body is particularly prominent, which is more than half a foot tall. The orange line of courage is also half a foot, indicating that he is a man of courage and strategy.

"Brother, is there a guest at home?"

At this moment, a girl in a light yellow dress walked down from the second floor of the villa.

She looked a bit like Shen Xin, she was only eighteen or nineteen years old, her big eyes were watery and she was very beautiful. But her body is a little slender, and her face is very pale. It's like being seriously ill.

Seeing the girl, Shen Xin quickly got up from the sofa, rushed over a few steps, frowned, and blamed: "Tong Tong, why don't you rest on the bed?"

"People are curious. Every time the Feng Shui masters come to the house, they are all old men, but this time a young one finally came." The girl's name is Shen Tong, Shen Xin's own sister. After she finished speaking, her eyes were fixed on Fang Yang, and she looked up and down.

Who is it, but Shen Xin's eyes are full of doting, and he stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of Shen Tong's nose, and hummed, "As long as you are curious, I don't care if my dad says you later."

"Then I'll tell Dad about your bet with people." Shen Tong blinked and threatened without hesitation. Then he started to stare at Fang Yang for a while, just before he could see all of Fang Yang's clothes.

The way this family looks at people really makes people smile.

"Hello." Shen Tong walked to Fang Yang and smiled and stretched out a small hand.

Fang Yang's face was a little red when she was seen by Shen Tong, "Hello."

But then, Fang Yang's brows wrinkled slightly, and Shen Tong looked a little wrong.

The half-foot-high wealth line is understandable, but what is going on with the half-foot-high sickness line? And what about the lifeline that is one foot tall but riddled with holes?

One fate, two luck, three geomantic omen, the number of fate cannot be changed, and the lifeline has been fixed since the birth of human beings. But Shen Tong's lifeline is almost transparent in its entirety, and its foundation is as sluggish as a dead tree, and it seems that it will snap at any time.

Is it due to disease? Or been tampered with?

After all, Fang Yang is a newcomer who has just entered the feng shui field.

"I heard that you used a copper coin to increase Cuiweiju's sales several times. Then you must have a way to improve your academic performance in a short period of time." Shen Tong asked a few words, revealing himself. the goal of. After doing it for a long time, this little girl is preparing for the sprint in the third year of high school, thinking about letting Fang Yang help her improve her academic performance.

Fang Yang couldn't laugh or cry, and turned his eyes to Shen Xin. The latter seemed to have been accustomed to his sister's weirdness, and shook his head helplessly.

"Is there no such formation? Then you must know the pen fairy, can you please help me out?" Wu Tong turned his hands behind his back and his big eyes twitched. She looked at Fang Yang, as if you would not give up unless you helped me.

Fang Yang really knew about pen fairy or something. But those were the old calendars of his school, which was later disproved by the rumor. As for whether there is any, it's really hard to say. After all, some people have succeeded and their academic performance has improved by leaps and bounds. What's more, is there anything more evil than what happened to Fang Yang himself?

"Never mind the pen fairy, that thing is a bit wicked. I can lay a clear heart for you." Fang Yang realized that this eldest lady was very difficult to deal with.

Fang Yang is nonsense in the Qingxin formation, but the primary formation is basically the same. Fang Yang is ready to deploy the formation to improve her wisdom line, so that the result will be doubled.

"Qingxin formation. Tongtong, thank you Mr. Fang." At this moment, a hearty voice came out. Fang Yang looked up and saw that it was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a firm nose, coming over.

Don't guess, this person must be Shen Furong.