The black car stopped smoothly at the entrance of Duolun Lane.
Shu Guan said goodbye to Du Wenqiang, and before the young man in front of him who acted as driver came down to open the door for him, he opened the car door himself and prepared to get out of the car.
"Mr. Shu."
There was a call from behind.
Shu Guan had already put one foot out of the car door and looked back.
Du Wenqiang was also looking at him, with a hesitant expression on his face.
Du Wenqiang had such a tangled expression all the way back from Gaoqiao Town.
Yes, Du Wenqiang was very confused at the moment. The reason for the confusion came from the too casual attitude of the young man in front of him.
It's not that he doesn't trust Shu Xingyun, of course, he doesn't trust him completely either.
The problem is that this matter is very important in his eyes. For such an important matter, Shu Xingyun just said it casually without any other explanation, which always made Du Wenqiang a little uneasy.
Shouldn't you describe how much effort you put into helping me solve this matter, and how difficult the process was?
This way I won't pay you more when I pay.
But this young man's attitude was too casual, which inevitably made Du Wenqiang a little worried.
"Mr. Shu, are you really okay?"
On the way back, he took into account his identity and kept holding back, but at this time he finally couldn't help it anymore, and Du Wenqiang still asked.
Shu Guan laughed dumbly.
"Master Du, I said it's okay. And you see, I live in this alley. If you don't believe me, Mr. Du, you can come to me at any time."
"The most important thing is, you haven't paid me yet, why are you afraid that I will lie to you?"
Shu Guan said seriously to Du Wenqiang:
"Of course, my rule is no payment if it doesn't work, so Mr. Du, you can just send me this reward when you think it's appropriate!"
"Wen Qiang never meant to disbelieve Mr. Shu."
Du Wenqiang quickly laughed and said.
At this time, Shu Guan was about to get off the car, but then he seemed to suddenly think of something, pondered for a moment, and said to Du Wenqiang:
"There is one thing that was originally taboo in our profession and should not be disclosed to outsiders, but I thought about it and decided to tell you about it."
Du Wenqiang quickly appeared to be listening attentively.
"That's the person who tampered with the place where your father was buried. His purpose was to kill you, Mr. Du! Moreover, that person's methods were extremely vicious and he had some abilities. Mr. Du, you have to be careful!"
Du Wenqiang's face suddenly turned livid.
"Mr. Shu, can you help me figure out who is behind this?"
Then he asked another question with hope in his voice.
Shu Guandan shook his head and said:
"I'm not a god. To perform divination, there must be something to rely on. Naturally, I can't do it out of thin air."
What Shu Guan said in this passage is naturally not true.
There were seven white bone nails in the backpack behind him. As long as the person setting up the formation did not hide the secret from himself, it would not be difficult for him to figure out who did it.
But Shu Guan would not simply help Du Wen with his calculations.
His current plan is to become a person with absolute power in Shen City, whether among practitioners or in the mortal world.
Then, Du Wenqiang can be of great help to him at the level of the mortal world.
And if you want to control this person, you naturally can't act too cheaply. You can't say that you will do things for him as soon as he asks you, and you can't let Du Wenqiang feel that you can do things for him as long as you spend money.
Shu Guan felt that this subtle transition between subject and object should be grasped well.
When Du Wenqiang really has no choice but to beg him again, it will not be too late to take action at that time, and it will make Du Wenqiang appreciate him even more.
Thinking like this, Shu Guan felt that he was getting more and more sinister now.
A look of deep disappointment flashed across Du Wenqiang's face.
"Actually, Mr. Du, you only need to think about who you told about the feng shui of your father's grave, and you might be able to figure out who is plotting against you."
Shu Guan said this, then got out of the car and walked towards Duolun Lane without looking back.
Du Wenqiang was left alone, sitting in the back seat of the car with a gloomy face, not knowing what to think.
…
The next morning, Shu Guan opened the door of the Horse Racing House on time at nine o'clock, then made himself a pot of tea, then took out the old cripple's emerald green cigarette rod, lit a pot of cigarettes, and listened to Han Biao There was the sound of practicing boxing in the yard, while holding the green bag sutra, he started reading.
He always felt that the topography and feng shui of the mountain peak he visited with Du Wenqiang yesterday was related to a certain passage in the Qing Sang Sutra that he had always vaguely understood.
I don’t know if there will be any business coming today.
However, with his income from the day before yesterday, Shu Guan was not in a hurry.
Anyway, even if his business does not open for three years, it will last for three years once it opens.
Not long after he sat down, a woman in her thirties or eighteen years old, dressed in jewels, walked in outside the room.
The woman was wearing a lake blue cheongsam. She had a plump figure, a fair and delicate complexion, and a light make-up on her face. Her appearance was quite beautiful, but she had a very shrewd temperament between her eyebrows and eyes. Her hands, neck, and ears were covered with strings. It's full of jewelry, but it doesn't look expensive. It gives people the feeling that all their wealth is hanging on their body.
But this woman's eyes were red, as if she had just cried.
Behind the woman was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. The boy was thin and wearing a student uniform. The school badge on his chest read Huiyi Middle School. The boy's face was fifty-six times similar to the woman's, but he didn't. The woman's shrewd and strong temperament seems a bit honest and timid.
Shu Guan put down the scroll in his hand and smiled at the woman.
He knew this woman.
This woman also lives in Duolun Lane.
In fact, on the first day that Shu Guan moved into Duolun Alley, he had already secretly learned about the situation of all the residents living in this alley. For a man who could tell fortunes, dream, and possess many Taoist skills For practitioners, this is not a difficult matter.
Of course, so far, Shu Guan has only had a rough understanding of the neighbors in Duolun Lane, and has not explored their privacy.
The woman who came in at this time was named Wei Xinqiao and lived in a three-story building at the end of Duolun Lane.
It should be noted that there are many celebrities in the cultural and academic circles living in Duolun Alley, including Mr. Wenren, Qian Jing'an, who is considered a top writer and scholar in the entire Dahua, but this does not mean that all Duolun Alleys The residents are all celebrities.
There are still many ordinary citizens living in this alley. In terms of quantity, the number of this type of people is larger.
For example, in the Wei Xinqiao family, her husband is just an ordinary businessman. He seems to have opened a trading company, but the scale is not large. His annual income is between 6,000 and 8,000 silver dollars.
According to the time when Shu Guan traveled back in time, the income level of Wei Xinqiao's family can be considered to be a decent middle class in Shanghai, and it is still relatively high.
The family lives in a three-story building. In addition to the couple, there is also a son and a maid who is responsible for cleaning and cooking.
However, the sound of quarrels between husband and wife often came out of this house late at night. Although the couple kept their voices extremely low, Shu Guan, who lived at the end of the alley, could still hear it. It was just that he heard one or two quarrels. Then I just chose not to listen.
At this time, Wei Xinqiao looked outside the door, looked at the sign outside, and muttered:
"Yefa knows Lingfa Ling."
Then he took the young man's hand and walked into the horse racing pavilion. He looked around, with a look of disgust on his face, and then looked at Shu Guan who was sitting behind the long table, and said to himself again. One sentence:
"You're so young."
There was extreme distrust in his words.
But she finally sat down opposite Shu Guan.
"Young man, please help me figure something out."
"What do you want, madam?"
"Help me figure out that the white-faced guy in Ala's family is raising a vixen outside."
Shu Guan glanced at her strangely. Now he could understand the Shencheng dialect that was full of Wu Nong's soft language, but Shu Guan was still a little surprised.
"Shouldn't a private detective investigate this kind of thing?"
Shu Guan couldn't help but asked curiously.
A woman named Wei Xinqiao looked at Shu Guan with disdain and said in a fuss:
"Put-brain, how much does it cost to hire a private detective? How much does it cost to hire a private detective? Counterattack... By the way, how much does it cost to hire a private detective?"
Shu Guan was speechless. In this matter, is it more important to find out whether your husband has a mistress, or is it more important to save some money?
"My rules for fortune-telling here are that if it doesn't work, you won't get paid. You can decide how much money to give me after you are sure it is accurate."
The woman slowly opened her mouth and looked at Shu Guan like she was a fool.
Just now, he laughed at Shu Guan for having a broken skull, just saying it casually, but now Wei Xinqiao discovered that this young man might actually have a broken skull.
Wei Xinqiao's first reaction was to get up and leave.
How can a fool really tell fortunes?
But then, Wei Xinqiao sat down again.
Because she suddenly thought that fortune telling here is free... Well, the two rules Shu Guan just mentioned were directly summarized by Wei Xinqiao into the word "free" using her logic and moral standards.
This is the same as when she usually goes to a department store. If she encounters discounted products, she will buy some even if she doesn't use them.
Otherwise, if she didn't take advantage of this, she would not be able to eat for three days and three nights.
Since fortune telling is free here, no matter whether it is accurate or not, it must be done anyway.
"Then you can help me figure out whether my damn Bai Xiang has a vixen."
"Madam, I wonder if you have anything belonging to your husband?"
"No, why should I bring that damn thing with me!"
"Madam, without your husband's belongings, I can't make a prediction."
"Okay, what do you want? I'll go home and get it."
"It's best if it's something your husband always carries with him or something he uses frequently."
"Ozawa, wait here for mommy. Mommy will go get something and come back."
The woman whispered to the young man next to her, then stood up, stepped on her high heels, and walked out of the horse racing stable swayingly.
The young man hummed, lowered his head, and sat on the chair with his hands on his knees. When the woman walked out, the young man's body began to tremble slightly.
Shu Guan glanced at the young man in surprise.
It should be said that a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old boy would no longer be so attached to his parents. This child's behavior was somewhat abnormal.
Shu Guan looked at the young man carefully for a while, but found nothing "abnormal" about him, from a practitioner's perspective.
"Would you like some water?"
Shu Guan said something to the young man, and the young man let out a cry as if he was frightened. He raised his head and flinched and glanced at Shu Guan, then continued to sit there with his head lowered.
...Why does he seem to be another autistic child...
Shu Guan suddenly frowned.
Then he didn't speak any more, and directly poured a glass of water for the young man and placed it in front of the young man.
For a child with autism, sometimes excessive care can actually put pressure on him, just like the "little girl" in his attic.
What Shuguan didn't expect was that when he put the tea cup in front of the young man, the young man suddenly picked up the tea cup and threw it to the ground with some hysterics.
"I don't want to drink!"
The young man stared at Shu Guan, his eyes bloodshot, like an angry cub.
Shu Guan's eyes suddenly became more surprised.
No, this boy is not autistic, but more like some kind of hysteria...
At this moment, Wei Xinqiao walked in again twisting her waist.
"I brought it, but that idiot said he was going to the company and didn't even bring his briefcase."
The woman walked in angrily and slapped a brown briefcase in her hand on the table without looking at her son.
"Master Ling, something seems to be wrong..."
Shu Guan kindly reminded her.
"Leave him alone, he often goes crazy, just like his white-faced dad."
The woman said impatiently.
Shu Guan sighed, what else could he say when a mother didn't care.
So he took out the turtle shell, put it on the briefcase, and threw an ancient coin on the turtle shell.
After a few seconds, Shu Guan took a piece of white paper and started writing on it.
The woman put her hands on the table and chattered:
"As promised, if it doesn't work, you won't get paid..."
Before she finished speaking, she heard a burst of chaotic footsteps outside the house.
Immediately afterwards, a group of big men in black rushed in from the door.
Shu Guan raised his head and took a look. Yes, he looked familiar. He had been here the day before yesterday.
After those big men in black entered the door, they all stood respectfully with their hands lowered and called out in unison.
"Hello, Mr. Shu!"
At this time, Wei Xinqiao, who was speaking domineeringly to Shu Guan, stood stiffly in front of the long table, frightened by the sudden influx of these big men in black.
Then Du Wenqiang laughed and walked in from the door.
"Mr. Shu, you are truly a living god!"
