After walking around Dai Xiaohua's purchase station again, Ye Tian found the seal hiding behind a stall selling melon seeds.
"Ye Tian, how is it? Do you see anything?"
Although Ye Tian didn't tell Feng Kuang what he thought, Feng Kuang also guessed that Ye Tian might have wanted to ruin Dai Xiaohua's feng shui, which would make him unlucky.
"Brother Crazy, his acquisition station has excellent feng shui, and there is no evil around it, so it's not easy to ......."
Not far from this acquisition station is the busiest main street in the county, and the street is built along the river, which corresponds to the feng shui pattern of "backwater street" and is a commercial prosperous place.
Even if Ye Tian could see the distribution of yin and yang qi here, and used some small means to make it yin and yang out of balance, at most it could only make this acquisition station have poor financial luck recently, but it could not fundamentally solve the problem.
As for using more drastic means to change the entire feng shui layout around here, Ye Tian never thought about it, although he knew how to do it, but that layout had to change some of the surrounding environment, and even needed to demolish some house buildings, which was not something Ye Tian could do at all.
"Yezi, what ...... So what should I do? Difficult...... Is our acquisition station going to be squeezed out by that bastard?" After hearing Ye Tian's words, Feng Xiang was so anxious that tears were about to come out.
Although he has gone out to collect scrap in the past few days, not to mention the less he made a few days ago, he also met Dai Xiaohua's group twice.
Ye Tian didn't expect that he would boast about Haikou, but when he encountered such a situation, he could only comfort Feng Kuang and said: "Crazy brother, don't worry, there will always be a way......"
No matter how mature Ye Tian is, he is just a child, and what he relies on is the knowledge in his mind about feng shui Kanyu, if he can't find a way from this, then he is no different from an ordinary child.
"What can be done? He is from the city and has relatives who are officials, what can we do with him?" Feng Kuang looked at the door of the scrap station hatefully and spat hard in that direction.
"By the way, you said that the reason why that person was able to be domineering was because of his uncle? Let's find out where he lives at night......"
Ye Tian suddenly thought of something, Dai Xiaohua lives in this acquisition station, Ye Tian is not easy to start, but the official will definitely not live here, right?
If he is unlucky, Dai Xiaohua will definitely not be able to do well, and this change in the feng shui of the residents' yang house is far easier than changing the feng shui of the shops on the street.
"Maybe, otherwise why didn't the police station arrest him? Ye Tian, don't worry, I'll inquire about ...... later."
Feng Kuang scratched his head when he heard this, these were all deduced by Ye Dongping, and he didn't know what kind of official Dai Xiaohua's uncle was.
Staying here will not yield any results, the current situation first sent Ye Tian back to the acquisition station, and he himself went out to find Wang Ying, there is no way, I want to inquire about where Dai Rongcheng lives, and it is useless to find those who pick up rags.
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"Dad, you're back......"
Before Ye Tian entered the yard, he saw the open courtyard door, and when he looked inside, Ye Dongping was sitting by the pressurized well, frowning and not knowing what he was thinking.
"Why did you run out again? You stinky boy can't be honest for a few days, you really don't beat you, right?"
Seeing his son come in, Ye Dongping's brows furrowed more and more, he glanced behind Ye Tian and asked: "Where are you Brother Feng? Are you going to collect scrap again? Didn't you tell him to stop for a few days?"
Ye Dongping also knew that Feng Zi went out and met Dai Xiaohua and others, and those gang of people were neither light nor heavy.
"Brother Crazy went to find Sister Yingying, Dad, don't worry too much, Master said that the wicked have their own evil retribution, and those people won't be proud for long......"
He knew that his father came to the county seat to go to school for himself, if he still lived in a small mountain village, his father would be much happier, right?
"Alas, if the wicked have evil retribution, then there are not so many people in the world who dare to do evil......"
Ye Dongping shook his head, but after hearing Ye Tian's words, there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.
After more than an hour, Feng Kuang also came back from outside, and gave Ye Angel a wink behind Ye Dongping's back, obviously, from the simple Wang Ying, Feng Kuang could still do it.
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The county party committee and county government of the small town are located in the south of the city, although it is only separated from the east of the city by a river, but it is a place where various administrative units gather, and the popularity is naturally the most prosperous in the entire county.
Behind the county party committee, there is a compound blocked by a high wall, and the wall is covered with green wall creepers, giving a coolness in the hot summer.
There are not many houses in the compound, only more than ten, all of which are two-story small buildings, and the middle of each building is covered with tall trees, and together with the wall, the noise of traffic is blocked outside.
Dai Rongcheng lives in this county party committee compound, unlike in the past when he rarely went home until midnight every day.
"Lao Dai, what's wrong with you these days? If you have nothing to do, stay in the study, what's so good about these old paintings?"
A woman in her fifties, holding a cup of freshly brewed Maoshan Qingfeng, pushed open the door of the study, put the tea on the table, and then looked at the painting spread on the desk.
Dai Rongcheng is fifty-seven years old this year, with a broad forehead, combed a big head that was popular in that era, except for a little graying at the sideburns, his hair is black, more than ten years younger than his actual age, and he looks dignified.
"Old ladies with long hair and short knowledge, what do you know? This is a painting by Wen Zhengming of the Ming Dynasty, and even if you have money, you can't buy it......"
After hearing his wife's words, Dai Rongcheng showed a hint of disgust in his eyes, and his humility in front of the leaders and subordinates in the past disappeared completely, and he waved his hand impatiently and said: "Go out, you are not allowed to enter my study in the future, by the way, you are not allowed to say a word about these calligraphy and painting things outside......"
After watching his wife's slightly bloated body walk out of the study, Dai Rongcheng frowned, thinking of the graceful and elastic figure in the county party committee archives, and couldn't help but feel a heat in his lower abdomen.
(End of this chapter)