Skilled in managing a house

"Luck is on the one hand, and my mentality is indeed a bit unbalanced today. Thank you for reminding me. I think I will take a good rest these two days and calm down before going." Nie Huaibo said.

"Speaking of luck... Zhang Yu, the man who sold the house, just arranged a Feng Shui bureau for our dad. Since then, your luck has not been very good. Do you think... will it conflict with your luck?" Wang Xiaonan said .

"No way, how can it be so evil." Nie Huaibo obviously didn't believe it, and added: "His thing, he can't say whether it works or not, just to make our father happy."

"Don't say that. I talked to Qianqian that day, and she told me on the phone that Zhang Yu really cured the paralyzed old man. Now our dad goes there to play mahjong every day. If he doesn't have real skills, he can cure people. Is he paralyzed? Huaibo, I think it’s better to believe that it exists than to believe that it doesn’t exist.” Wang Xiaonan said seriously.

"Then what do you want to do?" Nie Huaibo asked.

"Go to Zhang Yu and ask him to help you find out whether Feng Shui is in conflict or something else. If you can't get jade out again, it's really over!" Wang Xiaonan said eagerly.

Nie Huaibo also understands his current situation. He has thrown more than 100 million into it, and if he can't get some emeralds, he really can't explain it.

Seeing his wife say this, he nodded and said, "Okay, let's go to my dad's house now and ask Zhang Yu to help us take a look."

Kang Yonghua drove to the company alone.

At this time, his cell phone rang. He took it out, took a look, and immediately put it to his ear to answer.

"Hello."

"Lao Kang, why is Nie Huaibo gone?"

"His wife stopped letting him gamble and asked him to calm down. In Nie Huaibo's current state, he has already been tricked. If he gambled again, he would be dead. But now..." Kang Yonghua said with a frown.

"It's okay. I saw Ye Rong's dead dad expression today. Don't worry, the next time you come, it will be the day you take over." The person on the phone said confidently.

This morning, Zhang Yu got up and started to wash up, but Pan Yun got dressed in the room first, and after coming out, he said: "Zhang Yu, accompany me to the clinic for acupuncture."

"What's wrong?" Hearing what Pan Yun said, Zhang Yu couldn't help but wonder.

Judging from Pan Yun's complexion, although he didn't wash his face and looked a little sleepy, he didn't look like he was sick.

"I haven't found anything in the past two days. I plan to go to Lu Dehong's clinic to investigate." Pan Yun said bluntly.

"Didn't you say that the old doctor has a good reputation?" Zhang Yu said.

"It's good to have a good reputation, but who stipulates that people with a good reputation can't kill people and set fires. The little girl and the little sister went to his clinic and disappeared. The little sister may have gone out on her own. , but the little girl was a bit weird. Her grandma went out to buy groceries, and when she came back, the child was missing, saying that she had left on her own. But she couldn't be found anywhere in the building!" Pan Yun said seriously.

"That's what you say...but what does an old doctor want these living people to do?" Zhang Yu was puzzled.

"You ask me, who am I asking? Come on, come with me and see. Don't you know how to read someone? By the way, see if there is anything wrong with this old man." Pan Yun said.

"Okay." Zhang Yu nodded and went out with Pan Yun.

The clinic is on the second floor opposite Building 4. The location where Zhang Yu lives is more suitable for monitoring the opposite side.

The two went downstairs to the opposite side. It was early in the morning, the clinic had just opened, and no patients had come yet.

There was an old man in his sixties sitting inside. The old man looked amiable and did not look like a murderer at all.

As soon as he saw Zhang Yu and Pan Yun entering the door, he immediately said with concern: "What's wrong? Who is sick?"

"It's me. I have a stomachache and have had diarrhea six or seven times...it seems to be acute enteritis..." Pan Yun said deliberately.

Seeing what Pan Yun said, the old man asked about his condition again.

Not to mention, Pan Yun is very experienced and describes the symptoms of acute enteritis very clearly. Lu Dehong's level was also limited, and he was far behind Zhang Yu. When he saw that the symptoms described by the patient were acute enteritis, he immediately prescribed an intravenous drip for her and put a sling bottle here.

During this process, Zhang Yu observed Lu Dehong's face from time to time. If a person has a life on his hands, although Zhang Yu can't say that he will definitely be able to tell, he can still see some clues.

He was basically certain that Lu Dehong should be a kind person and not a bad person.

Zhang Yu didn't say anything to Lu Dehong. At most, he said a few caring words to Pan Yun. After all, he is pretending to be a boyfriend and his girlfriend is sick. If there is no reaction, it would be a bit too fake.

"Ring ring ring..."

Zhang Yu's phone rang. He took out his phone and saw that it was Mr. Nie calling.

He put it in his ear to answer it and said, "Hey, what do you want from me, old man?"

"Xiao Zhang, come to my house. I have something urgent to do with you." Nie Zhongyuan said.

"Okay, I'll be there right away."

Zhang Yu agreed and hung up the phone.

He estimated that he went to the old man's place for medical treatment or something, but he couldn't say it here to avoid suspicion. At that moment, he expressed his concern for Pan Yun and said that he has something urgent to do now and will come to pick you up after finishing the work.

Pan Yun acted like a little girl, very dissatisfied, saying that she was sick, why are you so anxious? After coaxing him for a while, Pan Yun reluctantly let Zhang Yu go. This performance can definitely be rated 100 points.

Zhang Yu left the community and went straight to Nie Zhongyuan's home. When he arrived, Wang Xiaonan opened the door for him, and then said enthusiastically: "Xiao Zhang, you are here, hurry up and sit inside."

"Thank you, auntie." Zhang Yu said politely and followed Wang Xiaonan into the living room.

Nie Zhongyuan and his son Nie Huaibo were sitting in the living room. Nie Huaibo immediately waved to him and motioned for Zhang Yu to sit next to him. Zhang Yu walked over and sat down and said with a smile: "Old man, why are you so anxious to find me this early in the morning?"

"Let Huaibo tell you." Nie Zhongyuan looked at his son.

Zhang Yu also looked over, and with just one glance, he realized that Nie Huaibo's expression was wrong. Normal people have a normal complexion. Usually, lucky people will have a red face, and unlucky people will have a dark complexion. There are several types of blackness in Yintang, some are disasters of blood and light, some are disasters of sick beds, some are official misconducts, and some are losses of wealth. Zhang Yu can be sure that Nie Huaibo is the kind of person who loses money and has a great impact on his career.

Nie Huaibo said: "Xiao Zhang, I don't know what's going on. I've been very unlucky recently. Do you think it's possible that my... my luck... conflicts with the decoration of my father's place..."

By the end, he was a little embarrassed.

Zhang Yu shook his head and said: "No one will make peace with Feng Shui if you are not guilty of conflict. Judging from your appearance, you should be a villain."