Chapter 268: Mr. Qinzhou Bian

Chapter 268 Mr. Qinzhou Bian

Professor Yu called, and finally translated most of the text of the treasure map. Professor Yu is still preparing to go to the ancient Loulan country site. It will take about five days. Then, we will set off to Lop Nur to find the ancient site.

Zhuo Bufan hung up the phone and asked the driver to turn around and go to the miscellaneous market. He bought some blank Fulus and came back. To go to Lop Nur this time, he must be fully prepared.

After all, the treasure map is about cultivators. Maybe you will encounter other cultivators, or even more powerful enemies, so you can be prepared for it.

The painting amulets are most widely spread in the southern Maodaochang school. They have to paint very complicated things such as rune eyebrows, **** positions, rune feet, but Zhuo Bufan directly draws the laws of the world and makes them with aura, which is much faster than their natural speed.

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Qin family, after Zhuo Bufan left, the Qin family was upset.

"Because of a small loss, a small gambling game actually lost a billion, how can such a person take over the Qin family's industry?"

"I'm not so relieved anyway, I won't pay a cent for this money."

Qin Yuanshan looked at Qin Xu and Qin Yecang coldly and said, "For this money, you can find a way, or take out all your shares and withdraw from the Qin family." After that, Qin Yuanshan walked into the house.

"Second brother, you are so angry with Dad." Qin Mo shook his head and walked in.

Qin Yecang was desperate, some jokes, and some sympathized.

Qin Le glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist, and whispered: "Our Qin family’s money is not so easy to get. You find someone to do him, it’s impossible for the whole world to become enemies for an irrelevant stinky boy, really dare Fall out with our Qin family?"

After speaking, Qin Le turned and walked out of the inner hall, "The Wumeng still has a mission, I have to go back."

Hearing Qin Le's words, Qin Xu pondered for a moment: "Money is impossible to give. If you do that kid, Qiu Sihai will not fight us hard for him."

"Yeah. I'm going to find someone right away." A fierce look flashed in Qin Yecang's eyes, "Even if you Zhuo Bufan has friendship with Old Man Long, I will kill you, he can't find evidence, and he doesn't dare to take our Qin family. ."

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The next day.

Inside the mansion of Hong Kong Island tycoon Zhang Jun.

Today is very lively. Many businessmen in Qinzhou know about Mrs. Tarifa’s illness, but it is useless to hire many famous doctors. I don’t know who has reported that it was the Feng Shui of the mansion that made Mrs. Tarifa ill.

Many businessmen flocked to them, no matter what method they used, some Feng Shui masters were invited, and they all ran into Zhang Jun's mansion.

"Mr. Zhang, I have invited Master Liu from my hometown of Qiaomu Village, the feng shui master, let him take a look for his wife?"

"What Master Liu? The Master Lu I invited from the south is the one who got the Master. I saw with my own eyes that he can make the grass man take off out of thin air."

Everyone was arguing, but Zhang Jun frowned tightly and looked tirelessly.

Only Mrs. Tarifa wore a decent white lace dress and a white pearl necklace, which matched her dark complexion, and two Filipino servants stood behind her.

A Filipino servant bent down and said in a low voice, "Madam, the last time Mr. Zhuo has not come."

Tarifa frowned and remained silent.

At this moment, a Buick commercial sedan drove from outside the door. A young man in an ink-colored suit jumped out of the car and quickly walked to the back seat and opened the door respectfully. Only one in a white robe stayed behind. The old man with white hair walked down.

The temperament is ethereal, like a half immortal, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"Is it Chu Yang, the eldest son of the Chu family?" Someone recognized the young man in a black suit.

Chu Yang smiled and said with a slight respect: "Master Bian, please here."

"Young Master Chu, you are here." Zhang Jun blinked and immediately greeted him with a smile, curiously looking at the old man next to him, "What is this master?"

"Boss Zhang, let me introduce you. This is Master Bian, a well-known Feng Shui master in Qinzhou." Chu Yang looked at the old man again and said, "Master Bian, this is Boss Zhang, a wealthy businessman from Hong Kong Island. Please come over today. , I want to see the sickness for his wife."

Master Bian just nodded lightly, showing a graceful attitude.

Zhang Jun was taken aback: "I have long heard of Master Qinzhou Bian's prestige, and I heard that you are often a guest of the boss and the five big families."

"It's just a fake name." Master Bian said modestly, but his eyes didn't even look at the few Feng Shui masters standing aside, and his posture was very big.

Other merchants and Feng Shui masters were a little upset.

At this moment, another man and a woman walked in outside. The woman was tall and indistinct, wearing a gray casual dress. The man was young, but there was a striking scar on his face.

In fact, the scar has gradually faded a lot, as long as Zhuo Bufan's cultivation base is improved, the scar on his face will automatically disappear.

"Miss Chu, Mr. Zhuo." Mrs. Tarifa took the initiative to stand up this time, with a smile on her face.

"Mr. Zhang, Mrs. Tarifa." Chu Xin said hello politely, watched Chu Yang frown, and looked at the old man, surprised: "It turned out to be Mr. Bian."

"Miss Chu." Master Bian nodded gently.

Master Bian is very famous in Qinzhou. As long as he comes from a wealthy family, there is no one who does not know him. Although he advocates the abolition of feudal superstition and believes in science, the richer the more, the more he believes in the so-called feng shui gossip.

Master Bian's eyes couldn't help but glanced at Zhuo Bufan, and a trace of contempt flashed across him.

He heard from Chu Yang that someone around Chu Xin had seen Feng Shui problems in the mansion. He thought he was an expert, but he didn't expect to be a kid.

"Since several masters are here, please help our family take a look at Feng Shui?" Mrs. Tarifa said suddenly.

Hearing her words, several masters nodded, some took out the gossip mirror, some took out the old cracked compass, and some took out the copper coin to tell the divination. There were all kinds of things. Master Bian was holding a gossip mirror in his hand, standing on the spot, pinching his fingers, as if calculating a secret.

"Zhuo Bufan, we?" Chu Xin frowned when he saw that Zhuo Bufan had nothing on his hands.

In fact, she didn't really believe that Zhuo Bufan would have any feng shui. It was estimated that she was anxious to say that she wanted to delay delivery.

Zhuo Bufan glanced at the pond full of lotus flowers next to him, and shook his head, his eyes flashed with disdain.

Chu Xin blinked his big bright eyes and said in a low voice, "Zhuo Bufan, I think you should stop asking for the Qin family's money. Their money is not so difficult, let alone one billion. I will help you. From this, as long as you don't mention money, I don't think the Qin family will do anything."

"I have already given the Qin family a chance, do they still want to kill people, they are doing death." Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly.

"Why are you so stubborn? It really doesn't make sense to you." Chu Xin stamped his feet angrily, showing the delicate and amorous expression on his pretty face.

As he was talking, Master Bian suddenly opened his eyes and said: "Heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, southeast and northwest, four elephants and beasts...This mansion is really bad in feng shui, but it is only because there is too much water and too heavy Yin Qi, plus Tarifa The wife herself is a woman, and her attributes are yin, so it causes the body to enter and hurt the body."

Hearing what he said, Mrs. Tarifa was noncommittal.

Because of his fame, other people would naturally not speak first, but an abrupt voice suddenly sounded: "Nonsense."

Everyone looked intently, and it was the little guy who came with Chu Xin, standing with his hands up and down, as if standing by the pond like an expert, without even turning his head.