Skilled in managing a house

"What's wrong?".

Hearing the sound inside, Bao Jiayin said something in surprise.

Even Yang Wenbin was very confused and immediately said: "Let's go in and talk."

With that said, he turned and walked towards the living room, obviously eager to know what was broken.

The four people came to the big living room and saw a lot of broken porcelain pieces scattered on the floor in the living room.

Seeing this, Yang Wenbin was shocked and couldn't help but exclaimed, "This!"

At the same time as the sound was made, people rushed over, squatted down in front of the porcelain pieces, and shouted in panic, "What? How could this happen? Why did it suddenly break?"

Zhang Yu, Bao Jiayin, and Bao Chengwen also came to the broken porcelain pieces. Zhang Yu recognized them at a glance. They were the fragments of the blue and white porcelain vase. He was also stunned and didn't understand why the repaired porcelain bottle suddenly broke.

Bao Jiayin looked puzzled and looked around, as if he was looking for something to break the porcelain bottle.

Bao Chengwen's face showed surprise. He also knelt down, took out his gloves and put them on, then grabbed the porcelain bottle and examined it.

Just looking at it, he was surprised and said: "It's the luminous blue and white porcelain."

"That's right, that's right. That's it, that's it. It's in bad shape now." Yang Wenbin said nervously.

"Brother, I see you are so worried. What happened?" Bao Chengwen asked.

"Uh," Yang Wenbin hesitated and said, "Nothing, nothing. Sit, go and sit."

As he said this, he didn't stand up.

How could Zhang Yu not see that Yang Wenbin was very frightened now, as if something big had happened. It seems that it is inconvenient to tell people.

Zhang Yu now had something to ask for. After hesitating for a moment, he bit his finger and crossed it in front of his eyes. He wanted to see what Yang Wenbin's luck was.

After all, when he first met Yang Wenbin, Yang Wenbin had a gloomy look on his face.

At this moment, when I looked at it, I saw a lavender airflow above Yang Wenbin's head. As a red-top businessman, Yang Wenbin is already half an official, so he has it.

It's just that the purple airflow is very light, and outside the purple airflow, there is also a layer of dark gray airflow.

Gray airflow represents bad luck, and there are several types of bad luck, such as losing money and getting sick, but those are medium gray. Dark gray like this represents official misconduct and jail time.

Red's wealth luck is average, green's career luck is probably affected by official luck and is relatively bleak, love luck is normal, and health luck is also good.

If people have bad luck, they can generally be divided into three types: those who seek their own death, those who collide with something, and those who bring it to others.

Zhang Yu can be sure that Yang Wenbin is not the type to commit suicide. If that is the case, he should have seen it at the Yaowen charity auction last time. If it collided with something, it didn't look like it. The reason why Zhang Yu was sure was the broken bottle.

If he collided with something, Zhang Yu's bottle had the effect of suppressing the house, and he should have reacted on the spot, but he would have broken into pieces long ago.

Therefore, it must have been caused by someone else, and he was blocked by the vase, otherwise, he would have been doomed.

However, official crimes often have a beginning and an end. If you have done nothing, even if someone recruits official officials, it will not be useful. Zhang Yu once used this technique.

Judging from Yang Wenbin's expression, he must have known something was wrong.

Zhang Yu deliberately probed: "Uncle Yang, have you been in any official trouble recently?"

At this moment, Yang Wenbin stood up with the support of Bao Chengwen. Hearing this, his body trembled, and then he looked at Zhang Yu in surprise, "You, you"

Zhang Yu smiled slightly and said: "You should also know that I am not only a businessman, but also the vice president of the Zhenhai Taoist Association. I am quite proficient in the art of physiognomy. From the moment we met, I discovered that my adoptive uncle The Yintang turned black, and now I am more certain that my adoptive uncle has been involved in an official scandal and may be imprisoned."

"You can really tell." Yang Wenbin was a little confused and couldn't help but re-examine the young man in front of him.

Bao Jiayin took the opportunity to say: "Uncle, Zhang Yu is very capable. He is proficient in fortune telling, fortune telling, feng shui, and medical treatment. Since he said so, it must be right. If you encounter any trouble, you might as well follow him. Tell me, maybe there’s a way to solve it.”

"This, there is still a way to solve this." Yang Wenbin obviously didn't believe it.

It was not difficult for Zhang Yu to see that Yang Wenbin must be in big trouble, so he didn't believe it.

He smiled slightly and turned around to look around, because he knew that being able to break the bottle in the town house was not caused by someone intentionally. If he was seeking death, he would never do this.

After looking around for a while, he saw nothing in the living room. Zhang Yu said, "Uncle Yang, I want to go out and take a look first."

"It's up to you," Yang Wenbin said.

Zhang Yu immediately walked outside. Seeing that Zhang Yu was mysterious, Bao Jiayin followed him out. The two people came outside and arrived in front of the villa. Zhang Yu turned around and looked at the big villa seriously.

Houses also have luck, but everything in Yang Wenbin's house was normal and there was no problem.

In fact, if you can't see the problem, then there is a big problem.

Bao Jiayin asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

"Come into the room and talk." Zhang Yu said confidently.

"Tch!" Bao Jiayin glanced at Zhang Yu.

The two re-entered the villa. At this moment, Yang Wenbin and Bao Chengwen had gone to sit on the sofa.

Seeing them coming back, Yang Wenbin nodded slightly and motioned for them to come over and sit down.

Zhang Yu sat down on the diagonal sofa, while Bao Jiayin sat next to his father. She said deliberately: "Zhang Yu, what did you see? You can tell me now."

Zhang Yu smiled slightly and said to Yang Wenbin: "Uncle Yang, if I see it right, this official is not your fault, but involves you. To have such an effect, it must be your closest relative." People get into trouble somewhere else.”

It turned out that Zhang Yu had just gone out to check the luck of his family's house. If there was anything abnormal about the luck of his family's house, it meant that the source of official trouble was here. Zhang Yuda can help him get rid of it.

As a result, he found that there was no abnormality in the luck of the house. In this way, he could conclude that the person who was really in trouble was not Yang Wenbin, but someone else, and Yang Wenbin was only implicated by that person.

Bad luck can break the porcelain bottle, which shows that the case of that person is serious, the involvement is heavy, and the relationship with Yang Wenbin is very close. Otherwise, this would never have happened.

After hearing this, the muscles on Yang Wenbin's face trembled, but a big shot is a big shot after all. He nodded slightly and said calmly: "It seems that you are really famous. That's right. It's my son who came out." It’s over.”