Mr. Feng Shui of the Republic of China

In the midsummer season, the sky in Jiangcheng changed as it said it would. The previous moment it was raining cats and dogs, but now it was clear and clear.

Pedestrians on the street put away their oil-paper umbrellas one after another.

Lan Chengyun was sitting in the rickshaw, carrying the candied walnuts he just bought, when he was suddenly splashed with water.

Beside him, a "monster" whizzed by, and the giant wheel happened to roll over the puddle on the ground, and all the pedestrians around were hit.

"Oh, what are you doing?!" "Who is so short-sighted, I made a new cheongsam yesterday."

Among the crowd, Lan Chengyun was in the worst condition, most of his gown was soaked through.

The giant Harley turned around, and Lan Chengyun saw an extremely upright face.

Lan Chengyun grew up in a theater troupe when he was young, and the first thing the troupe master chooses is good appearance.Xu Sheng has sword eyebrows and bright eyes, Qian Dan is charming and enchanting, what kind of fairy has never been seen before.

But the person in front of him is really handsome and extraordinary, making people unforgettable.

"When I first arrived in your place, I offended you so much. I'm really sorry." The man apologized with a smile.

The accent is indeed from the north.

"Nothing." Lan Chengyun nodded slightly, and said to the coachman, "Let's go."

"Wait a minute, next to Sun Wenxi, haven't you asked for your sir's name yet?"

Before Lan Chengyun could answer, the passers-by recognized him and said joyfully, "It's Boss Lan, Boss Lan, what song are you singing today?"

"Lan Chengyun." After leaving these three words, Lan Chengyun's car stopped staying.

On the contrary, a group of passers-by still looked at the beautiful woman away, and only laughed when she was far away: "This one is really proud, his eyes almost grow to the top of his head."

Someone next to him spoke up: "Lan Chengyun has the capital of pride, who doesn't know that he is the darling of Young Master Xia, so don't think about swan meat/toad/toad Xiao."

Sun Wenxi heard it interestingly, and asked, "Is Lan Chengyun... famous?"

"You're not from the local area, are you?" Passers-by looked at Sun Wenxi's clothes, saw that he was dressed in Western style with a shirt and vest, and had a gold-encrusted Tissot watch on his wrist, so he knew he was a rich man.

"I'm from Fengcheng."

"It's no wonder even Boss Lan doesn't know. He's a celebrity in Jiangcheng. Here, look at the auspicious theater troupe in front. Lan Chengyun's play is sold out, and tickets are hard to come by."

Sun Wenxi asked again: "Then Young Master Xia...?"

"The eldest son of the Xia family in Jiangcheng, Xia Jingsheng, puts such a good family background aside, and prefers to play with ghosts and ghosts."

"So... doesn't it mean that flowers and cow dung are a waste of beauty?" Sun Wenxi said jokingly.

"You said that, but I didn't say it." The passer-by looked around, waved his hand, and left.

Sun Wenxi rode his big guy to the door of the theatrical troupe.

I saw the three big characters "Lan Chengyun" written on the playlist.

There were already many people blocking the door, so Sun Wenxi took out a stack of tickets and handed it to the waiter: "Go, find your class leader."

The waiter disappeared in a flash, and after a while, the head teacher welcomed Sun Wenxi in with a big smile on his face.

"I'll reserve the performance of "Si Fan" tonight." Sun Wenxi leisurely sat down on the chair of the Eight Immortals.

"This..." The class leader hesitated to speak.

"What? Not enough money?"

"Enough, enough...it's just Chengyun's drama, as usual, the private room on the second floor is reserved for Mr. Xia, look...how about setting up a private room for you on the second floor as well?"

"I'll pay double the money." Sun Wenxi didn't budge.

"Oh, three times the money is not enough, unless Mr. Xia agrees." The class leader frowned into a word of Chuan.

"What's the origin of this surname Xia? Why do you mention it one by one? It's like a mouse meeting a cat."

"You don't know that Mr. Xia has the unique skill of being a good fortune teller. He is good at reading fortunes, exorcising evil spirits and transforming evil spirits."

"Tsk, what kind of shocking skills do I know? It's all heresy. It's been so old, and there are still people who believe it." Sun Wenxi laughed, "Since he wants the private room on the second floor, give me this floor Pack it."

When the time comes, the place that was bustling and lively in the past is quiet today.

Lan Chengyun, who had already put on his outfit, came out from behind the curtain, and his facial features became more three-dimensional after being painted.The people on the stage were graceful and graceful, and Sun Wenxi clearly couldn't understand the lyrics, but he still watched them with great interest.

Xia Jingsheng was late in the middle of a good show, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw people applauding loudly in the lobby on the first floor.

The head teacher explained with a smile: "This young master has booked a venue on the first floor tonight, please go upstairs."

While speaking, Sun Wenxi heard movement behind him, turned his head to look, but only saw a corner of the gown.

In the private room on the second floor where Xia Jingsheng lived, the window was half open, and Sun Wenxi stared at it for a long time, but he didn't even see anyone's face.

He couldn't see Xia Jingsheng, but Xia Jingsheng saw his appearance [-]%.

The forehead is full, the cheekbones are fleshy, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the eyes are peach blossoms.Based on his facial features, Xia Jingsheng knew that the person in front of him was from a wealthy family and was a rare lucky star.

"When did Jiangcheng have such a famous person?" Xia Jingsheng picked up the teacup, leaned back on the chair, and smiled with great interest.

Unlike Sun Wenxi's hard-working support, the private room on the second floor was always silent.

As soon as the singing was over, Lan Chengyun relaxed slightly and went backstage.

Sun Wenxi thought about what he had seen and heard today, and became more and more curious about what kind of person Xia Jingsheng was.He waited on the first floor for a long time, but no one came down.When I went up to the second floor, I saw that the private room was already empty.

Sun Wenxi had no choice but to turn back. As soon as he entered the backstage, he heard the assistant say to Lan Chengyun: "Mr. Xia said that he has to leave tonight."

Lan Chengyun was taking off his outfit facing the mirror, and replied softly: "Understood."

As soon as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of Sun Wenxi in the mirror suddenly.

"Mr. Sun, today's "Si Fan" is a one-man show, I'm afraid it will be a bit boring."

"Not boring, not boring..." Sun Wenxi hurriedly praised, "You sing really well. It's because I don't understand Nanyu, so it's a little hard for me to listen."

"Every four or five, Beijing opera will be sung here. If Mr. Sun is interested, he can choose a day to come."

"I want to come, I want to come." Sun Wenxi was studying in a foreign country, and he saw mostly blond foreigners with warm and unrestrained temperaments, but he had never seen such a soft-spoken man who laughed before saying anything.

It was quite interesting for a while.

He carefully put away Meng Lang's style, searched his bag for a long time, finally took out a pocket watch, and handed it to Lan Chengyun.

"This watch, for you."

It was originally the thoughts of a young boy full of romance, and he never thought that Lan Chengyun would burst out laughing.

"Mr. Sun was joking, there is no one who gives 'bells' to people."

Sun Wenxi was embarrassed, but fortunately Lan Chengyun turned the page with a smile.

When Sun Wenxi came out of the troupe, the moon was already high, and there were very few people on the street. His limited edition Harley was very eye-catching in the night.

Sun Wenxi got on the bike, and the whistling wind blew past his ears. The Harley galloped all the way, and finally stopped outside a mansion.

As soon as the porter on shift saw Sun Wenxi, he hurriedly said in a low voice: "Master, you are finally back. Master has been looking for you for a long time."

Sun Wenxi nodded, took off his vest and put it on his shoulders, and walked towards the mansion.

The Sun family is a modern-style family, with architectural style and furnishing that should be Westernized.

Sun Wenxi walked to the master bedroom on the second floor and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Sun Qiman's voice came from the room.

"Dad." Sun Wenxi pushed open the door, and saw that Sun Qiman was reading documents with a diorama.

The old man ignored Sun Wenxi for a long time, and after a while, he asked, "Where did you go?"

"I went to the opera. It's a pity that I don't understand the opera in the south."

"If you don't understand, don't listen to it. Don't imitate those elders and children who listen to operas and walk around all day. When you have time, take care of company affairs." Sun Qiman took off the diorama, sat on the soft-backed chair, and relaxed. Tone, "Wenxi, the family's business is getting bigger and bigger, and my father is getting older. After all, our family here in Jiangcheng is new here. You should give more snacks and talk to 'Xia, Wang, He, Duan 'Several families have a good relationship."

"Dad, don't worry, my son understands."

Sun Wenxi was born in a wealthy family, but he is not a dude who only knows how to walk birds and listen to operas. He graduated from a well-known foreign university majoring in finance. Although he looks out of shape, he really works hard and is more serious than anyone else.

After agreeing to Sun Qiman, Sun Wenxi locked himself in the room.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake. The Sun family has a high status in the north, but their foundation in Jiangcheng is still shallow.

Jiangcheng was one of the first cities in China to open a port. Because of its location as a port city, its economy was prosperous and prosperous.

In addition, Jiangcheng attached great importance to culture and education, and most of the Jinshi in the old days came from here. Now in the new era, it is impossible to be an official.

Of course, there are also families who sit back and watch the changes and see the opportunities in the new era.

For example, the Xia family in Jiangcheng, when all the loyal and filial people were still lighting candles, the Xia family started the business of electric lights and telephones.

For example, the Wang family opened a silk thread factory, the He family opened a sugar factory, and the Duan family opened a medicine store.

Jinshi's families knew how to be flexible, and started businesses one after another, thus forming the pattern of the four major families in Jiangcheng today.

At the same time that Sun Wenxi got the information of the four major families, Xia Jingsheng ordered in Xia's house, "Go and find out who you met in the troupe today."

"Yes." The person who answered was extremely strong, with inverted triangular eyes, a row of jagged teeth, and a deep scar across his face, which looked like a ghost-faced Shura.

This person's name is A Bao, and his characters are extremely tough. He was abandoned by his parents in the city when he was born, and grew up with the street rogues.

On the way back, he met Xia Jingsheng, and it happened that Xia Jingsheng was short of available people, so Abao followed Xia Jingsheng.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

A Bao stepped forward and opened the door, the girl of the Xia family didn't dare to look at such a fierce face, she half closed her eyes: "Eldest young master, the master let you go."

After all, he ran away like flying.