Skilled in managing a house

Zhang Yu couldn't help but be shocked when he heard Zhao Hua read this content. In the diary, the young man from the East whom Lumagir mentioned was the one who changed Huang Tao's life. The two people's descriptions of the person who changed his life were almost exactly the same, except that Lumagir made an extra note, called Mr. Zhen.

But Zhang Yu really didn't expect that this guy could actually come to England. You know, this is a diary from seventeen years ago.

Zhang Yinling saw Zhang Yu's frown and asked curiously: "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"

Zhao Hua also stopped and looked at Zhang Yu, waiting for Zhang Yu's instructions.

"Nothing, keep reading." Zhang Yu said.

Zhao Hua continued to read: "Today gold is still falling sharply. I have not cut off my position and have been holding on. I don't know if what the Orientals say is accurate. It's really a headache."

"It finally went up today! Big increase! Fortunately I didn't liquidate my position! Fortunately I didn't liquidate my position! Will it still rise tomorrow?"

"Today is Halloween, and I am in a really good mood today. Gold has been rising sharply for days, and I am so lucky. Mr. Zhen from the East is really magical. If I can't hold on, I'm afraid everything will be lost. At that time, I even thought about jumping off the building. Lucky! Lucky!"

Zhao Hua read page after page, and the following content was just trivial, and Mr. Zhen was never mentioned again.

Seeing that the diary was so thick, Zhang Yu didn't know how long he would have to read it.

Zhang Yu frowned and said, "Look at the date on the last page and what it says."

"Yes." Zhao Hua immediately turned from the back to the front. The last page with words in the diary was about three-quarters of the way through the diary.

After Zhao Hua took a few glances, he said: "Look at this date, it was the day before Halloween fifteen years ago."

"Halloween fifteen years ago" Zhang Yu's heart couldn't help but think of what Miss Allen said.

Ronny Gill disappeared on Halloween fifteen years ago.

"What's the content?" Zhang Yu asked immediately.

Zhao Hua said directly: "Tomorrow is Halloween, and I have been in a really good mood these past few days. Rhodes seems to have grown up and is no longer such a playboy. It seems that I deliberately said that I would hand over all the family property. The words given to Roni worked, and this kid has started to learn well. It would have been better if it had been like this earlier. No need for me to scare you. Rod, don’t worry, the property of our Gill family belongs to you. Your sister is actually me. Adopted, no one knows this secret. But you must also be kind to your sister, because her destiny is connected to me, and it should also be connected to our Gill family. Behave well, my father is old."

After reading this, Zhao Hua stopped and looked at Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu obviously still wanted to know the content behind, and said: "Continue reading?"

"No more." Zhao Hua said.

"It's gone?" Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the diary from Zhao Hua's hand and turned it over.

What follows is all postscript and nothing more is written.

Zhang Yu still wanted to know what happened next. He said angrily: "Zhao Hua, take this diary back and read it from beginning to end for me tonight to see if there are any records about the Oriental Mr. Zhen. . Also, take a look at what happened to Jill’s family and tell me tomorrow morning.”

After speaking, he handed the diary to Zhao Hua.

"Yes, Master." Zhao Hua nodded in agreement.

By this time, it was already dinner time.

The three of them went downstairs together, and Zhao Hua put the diary in his room first.

Nothing happened tonight. After a good night's rest, Zhang Yu took Zhang Yinling, Zhu Jiuzhen, Zhao Hua, Zhang Qingfeng and other disciples to the Royal Resort Manor early the next morning.

On the way there, Zhang Yu, Zhao Hua and Zhang Yinling were sitting in a car. Zhao Hua had read the diary in the evening and told Zhang Yu the contents.

That Mr. Zhen never appeared again in the diary. Most of the contents were basically trivial matters or things about Rod Gill.

Zhang Yu knew that Rod Gill was the seller and he bought the house from him. Lumagir, who wrote the diary, was naturally Rodergil's father.

The diary ended on the day before Halloween fifteen years ago, which made Zhang Yu somewhat confused.

But Zhang Yu suddenly thought of something, and that was the passage recorded in the diary. Roni's fate is connected with Rumagir's. Roni disappeared on Halloween night, so something might have happened to Rumagir.

However, I don't know anything about the Gill family, so I have to ask Miss Allen for everything.

The car arrived all the way to the Royal Resort Manor. It was already half past nine in the morning.

At the entrance of the manor, there is a red carpet. You can follow the red carpet into the front hall of the manor. There are reporters taking photos on both sides, which is a bit like the Cannes Film Festival.

At the front end of the red carpet, that is, at the door of the manor, there is a person responsible for checking invitations. After Zhang Yu registered, he was also given an invitation. According to regulations, guests holding invitations could walk on the red carpet, while those coming with an entourage had to take a detour to enter the venue, and there was a special place for Taoist priests.

There was no other way. Zhang Yu could only go his own way with his apprentice. Someone from the manor led Zhang Qingfeng and the others, while Zhang Yu entered the manor alone along the red carpet.

He was dressed in Bagua fairy clothes, which gave him an air of immortality, quite chic and elegant. The radio also started introducing, "ladies and gentlemen"

Zhang Yu is already very famous in England. When he arrived, reporters on both sides began to take photos frantically.

When he reached the end of the red carpet, there was the front hall of the manor. At the door of the hall, stood Miss Allen and a lot of hostesses, and of course reporters.

The reporters conducted interviews and took photos, and Miss Allen asked Zhang Yu to sign a particularly large sign. There are quite a few names signed on it now, most of them are in foreign characters, and there are also traditional Chinese characters, which look like the characters of the island country. However, there were also Mandarin characters. When he saw a name, he was shocked.

This name seems familiar - Kong Yi.

"Kong Yi, is that the little nun?" Zhang Yu muttered in his heart, but still signed his name.

Miss Allen asked a hostess to lead Zhang Yu into the venue, which was a huge hall, just like a performance square.

At the front is the podium, with rows of seats below.

There are labels on the seats in each row, and there are already many people sitting here. Under the guidance of the etiquette lady, Zhang Yu came to the location where Wudang Taoist Temple was written.

Zhang Yinling and others have already arrived. Their position is good, relatively forward, in the sixth row on the ground.

Behind them, there was a row of nuns sitting. Zhang Yu recognized them at a glance. It said - Putuo Nunnery.

The nuns sitting here are not very old, and most of them are wearing yellow monk robes. There is only one little nun in black cassock, who is particularly conspicuous. Who is it if it is not Kong Yi?

"Master Kong Yi, is it really you?" Zhang Yu couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Kong Yi.

"Amitabha." Little nun Kong Yi stood up, put one palm on her chest, and said calmly: "Master Zhang, I'm glad to meet you."

"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, I'm glad to meet you." Zhang Yu knew that he was a bit out of character, and hurriedly clasped his hands and said, "I don't know why the little master's wife is here."

"It coincides with the Eastern and Western Astrology and Feng Shui Exchange Conference. Master ordered me to come and have a look." Kong Yi said calmly again.

"This is really fate." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

The two exchanged a few polite words and sat down in their respective seats. Miss etiquette pointed to the headset placed on Zhang Yu's seat and introduced, "Mr. Zhang, this is a real-time translation headset. Please bring it with you. When the conference starts, no matter what is said on the stage, there will be someone there. Translate it as soon as possible and transmit it here."

Zhang Yu couldn't understand her words, so Zhao Hua had to translate for him. Zhang Yu understood as soon as he heard that there were so many people present, from all countries, that they couldn't say a word on stage and then translate it in an orderly manner off stage.

Next, guests arrived one after another, and it was not until 9:50 that the door of the venue was closed.

Above the ceremonial stage, there is a row of tables, and behind the tables is a large screen. Watching movies is no problem at all.

At this time, a row of people came from the diagonal side of the podium. There were nine people in total, and all of them looked very aura, and they were definitely not ordinary people.

Miss Allen was among them. She walked at the end. After the eight people in front sat down, Miss Allen took the microphone and said: "Welcome to the venue of the Eastern and Western Astrology and Feng Shui Exchange Conference."

Zhang Yu had already put on the headset, and there was a voice speaking in Mandarin, which happened to be what Miss Allen said.

"This exchange meeting is not only valued by our British royal family, but also by many countries around the world. Not only did they provide considerable sponsorship for the conference, but also astrology and Feng Shui masters from all over the world came to participate. Now. , I will announce the official opening of the Eastern and Western Astrology and Feng Shui Exchange Meeting at the Royal Resort Manor."

At this point, Miss Allen paused, and then said: "Next, please watch the big screen!"

Miss Allen pointed to the big screen, which immediately lit up, with a large number of company logos and names appearing on it.

"This time the sponsoring companies include Aifeng Mobile Group, Four-Star Group, Mercedes-Benz Group, Coca-Cola, Pepsi-Cola, Nike Group, Adidas Group, Penguin Group, and Wanglaoji is sponsored if you are afraid of getting angry."

"A total of more than 30 companies have sponsored this exchange meeting. It can be said that as long as the guests enter the top 16, they will receive a considerable bonus. Since we are talking about the top 16, let me talk about this. The rules of this conference. This astrology and feng shui exchange will adopt a one-to-one competition, which is a one-on-one competition. There are a total of forty-three guests who signed up for this conference. The conference conducted a thorough investigation, and 11 of them were directly cancelled. There are a total of thirty-two people left to qualify. Now, we will conduct a drawing ceremony to determine the exchange matchups for the first round of knockout rounds."

"Before drawing lots, I want to say one more thing. This exchange will determine the winner. As long as there is a winner, there must be a referee to determine the winner. In fact, I also know that when masters compete, Everyone here is a discerning person, and you can tell who wins and who loses at a glance. But for the sake of fairness and justice, the conference still invited three notaries."

At this point, Miss Allen took a deep breath and continued: "The first notary is me, Archbishop Charles of the Anglican Church!"

"Pap-pap-pap-pap." "Pap-pap-pap-pap." "Pap-pap-pap-pap."

Good guy, as soon as Miss Allen said this font size, there was thunderous applause on and off the stage.

There were a total of nine seats on the stage, and sitting in the middle was a man in his fifties. This man was wearing a golden robe. The man stood up slowly, but did not speak. He just nodded slightly and sat back.

It is not difficult to see from this the arrogance and status of others.

After all, this is England, and the archbishop of the state religion naturally has a high status.

Miss Allen continued to introduce, "The second notary is Mr. Edwards, the Queen's Royal Astrologer."

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie sitting next to Charleson stood up, also causing a round of applause.

The Queen's Great Astrologer, this sign alone is worth at least several hundred million.

"The third notary is the Duke of England Goodson. The Duke has studied astrology and Feng Shui since he was a child. He was very happy to hear that this exchange meeting on Eastern and Western astrology and Feng Shui was held at the Royal Manor and volunteered to serve as a notary. Duke Goodson He is fair, I believe all the guests present have heard of it." Miss Allen introduced again.

The middle-aged man sitting on the other side of Archbishop Charles stood up, and there was still fierce applause.

When the previous two stood up, they were silent and showed great panache. Duke Goodson also had quite an aura, but after he stood up, he showed a peaceful smile and said: "Compared to the archbishop and the great astrologer, my attainments in astrology and feng shui are far behind. This time I came to be a notary public, firstly because I am passionate about it, and secondly, I want to join in the fun and make more friends.”

After speaking, he sat back down, and his words won him a series of applause.

When the applause stopped, Miss Allen said: "The introduction of the notary has been completed, and now the drawing ceremony is going to be carried out. Let me briefly explain the rules. What the conference adopts is that the astrology and feng shui masters of the same country will automatically avoid before the top eight are decided. For example, the Italian astrologers Mr. Dhruv and Mr. Inzaghi present today are both from the same country. They will never be drawn together before they enter the quarterfinals. Not only are these two The same goes for astrologers from other countries. Well, without further ado, let’s invite the etiquette lady to conduct a drawing ceremony. Every time an astrologer is drawn, we will introduce him.”

Everyone in the audience was wearing headsets, and they could hear everything Miss Allen said clearly.

When the etiquette lady appeared, many people in the audience were already talking.

Zhang Yinling, a little girl sitting next to Zhang Yu, said: "Why is there a lottery ceremony? It's different from the one last time."

Zhang Qingfeng said: "Isn't it? Looking at this posture, it looks a bit like the World Cup."

"Zhang Yu, who do we draw best? Should we draw someone with a weak point in the first round?" Zhang Yinling said again.

Without Zhang Yu having to say anything, Wang Jie on the side grinned and said, "Uncle Master, here this time, his goal is to win the championship. Whoever you draw will make a difference."

Yuan Xiaoxiao couldn't help but nodded repeatedly, "That's right! I just heard that the foreign astrologer named Dhruv is also here. He is the master's defeated general, so why not just whip him."