After Zhou Daorong finished speaking, he stood up and turned around, without even looking at Wang Dachun. That Li Yanju seemed to be her follower, not saying a word to Wang Dachun from the beginning to the end.
Only Bi Wenjun smiled apologetically at Wang Dachun before following him. In fact, she only took two bites. She was not full, but the two women ate half a bowl of rice.
Tang Wenming smiled apologetically at Wang Dachun, "Brother Dachun, I'm very sorry. Er Niang has such a temper. Let's continue eating. Come on, let me toast you."
Wang Dachun raised his glass and clinked it with Tang Wenming, "It's okay." The two women walked away and poured themselves out. Those two faces were neither yin nor yang, which really affected the appetite.
Wang Dachun took the initiative to have a drink with Tieshan, "Brother Tieshan, you can eat too!"
Tieshan hadn't moved his chopsticks a few times since Zhou Daorong came down. He was originally sitting on half of the stool, but when the woman came, only one-third of his butt was touching the bench.
Although he was only 1.9 meters tall, he was a little afraid of that woman, fearing that her mouth, which was sharper than a knife, would cut his flesh twice.
Wang Dachun took a sip of red wine that cost 20,000 yuan a bottle and said, "Mr. Tang, the situation in your family is a bit complicated!" He didn't like to drink red wine at first, and found it a bit bitter and astringent, but when he thought of the price of this wine, He suddenly felt that there seemed to be a hint of sweetness in the bitterness.
Tang Wenming smiled bitterly and told the family situation. Despite his appearance, he was not actually that happy. His mother passed away when he was in junior high school. Later, he married a wife, but her wife also died. , and he never got married again.
His father, Tang Zongze, married so many concubines, and the women in the family fought with each other every day. It was like a palace drama, full of intrigues, and backstabbing was common.
Tang Wenming grew up in such a family. His father was obsessed with women all day long and didn't care enough about his son. Fortunately, he gave him most of the rights in the company...
"Hey, every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite!" After listening to Tang Wenming's narration, Wang Dachun suddenly didn't envy him at all. Compared with him, he lived in a perfect and happy family, with a harmonious and harmonious family. No amount of money can buy the happiness of being together beautifully.
After dinner, Tang Wenming asked Wang Dachun to move to the living room, and someone immediately brought him two cups of fragrant tea.
Tang Wenming lowered his voice and said: "Brother Dachun, I suspect that someone has tampered with our family. Please help me check if there is any problem with Feng Shui later."
Rich families pay great attention to Feng Shui layout. When the old man of the Tang family bought this villa, he specially asked a Feng Shui master to look at it carefully. This old-fashioned villa of the Tang family is a geomantic treasure, and the Tang family has prospered for so many years.
This old house is very prosperous in terms of wealth, but not very prosperous in population. The Tang family is a single generation. Apart from Tang Wenming, only Zhou Daorong has a son. Moreover, people living here are often prone to accidents. Tang Zongze also asked people to take a look, but he didn't see any clues.
Wang Dachun nodded. In fact, he felt something was wrong ever since he entered the Tang family villa. How should I put it, he didn't taste it for a while, he just felt a bit awkward.
After drinking tea, Wang Dachun, accompanied by Tang Wenming and Tieshan, wandered around the villa with his hands behind his back.
The weather improved a bit in the afternoon and there was no rain, but the sky was still overcast and the clouds were thick. Coupled with the old banyan tree in the yard that blocked the sky and the sun, the whole villa was very dark.
According to Tang Wenming, this villa was built at the end of the 19th century and has a history of more than 100 years. It is a typical European style and has a total of seven floors. There are more than 90 large and small houses in total, which is considered to be the largest in Liuhe City. It's an iconic building.
Legend has it that this place once served as a base for spies, but this is just a legend and we don’t know whether it is true or not.
Wang Dachun stood in the yard and squinted at the tall old banyan tree. The old banyan tree was very tall. The highest branches and leaves reached almost two-thirds of the villa, and the branches and leaves were also very dense.
Tang Wenming was confused, "Brother Dachun, is there something wrong with this banyan tree?"
Wang Dachun nodded, "Well, Mr. Tang, please ask the gardener to beat the top branches as soon as possible. Don't let them continue to grow taller. Otherwise, they will become too great and block the old house's luck."
"I understand, let the gardener handle this matter now." Tang Wenming was convinced of Wang Dachun's words and immediately called the gardener.
After Tang Wenming finished the call, Wang Dachun turned around and said, "Let's go to the old man's room and have a look. By the way, has the old man been buried now?"
Tang Wenming said: "It has been buried."
At this moment, Zhou Daorong and Li Yanju were standing in front of the window of a room in the villa, looking at the backs of Wang Dachun and others.
Li Yanju said: "Second sister, do you think the young man Tang Wenming is looking for really understands Feng Shui? From the looks of it, he is really too young! Humph, I think he is also in a hurry and seeks medical treatment, arresting everyone. Come use it.”
"Don't worry about him. We just need to do our own things well. Tang Wenming, he won't be able to bounce around for a few days." Zhou Daorong squinted her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking. If something happens to Tang Wenming, what will happen to her son in the future? He is the only heir.
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The bedroom of the old man Tang Xianguang was in a room on the south side of the second floor. When he opened the door, a rotten musty smell came over him.
Tang Wenming quickly opened the window to get some air.
"Mr. Tang, have the police come to see the old man since he left?" Wang Dachun reached out and touched the yellow pear wood desk and asked.
The room is all made of mahogany classical furniture. Even the bed is made of precious wood. The headboard of the bed is carved with complex patterns. Any piece of furniture in the room is probably an antique.
Tang Wenming said: "The police came and saw it. The forensic doctor said that grandpa died of myocardial infarction."
Tieshan took over the words, "I don't think the old man died of myocardial infarction. I have seen people who died of myocardial infarction not bleeding from their orifices."
Tang Wenming said: "We have to believe in science. Since the forensic doctors have said so, we have no choice but to believe it."
"Is it the forensic doctor today? If it's him, I don't think it's that reliable." Wang Dachun felt that with Qin Ming's level, it was entirely possible to make a mistake.
Tang Wenming smiled bitterly, "It's really him, but it's too late to say anything now. My grandfather has been buried."
Wang Dachun suddenly kicked out a stone at his feet, "Huh? What is this!"
He picked up the stone and looked at it, his expression changed, "Yin stone?"
After hearing this, Tang Wenming and Tieshan hurriedly came over and stepped forward to watch, "What silver stone?"
Wang Dachun ignored the two of them and immediately started searching in the room. If he guessed correctly, there must be other things.
