After Zhou Daorong finished speaking, he stood up and turned around and left without looking at Wang Dachun. The Li Yanju seemed to be her follower, and she didn't say a word to Wang Dachun from beginning to end.

Only Bi Wenjun smiled apologetically at Wang Dachun and followed. In fact, she had only eaten a few bites and was full, but the two women had half a bowl of rice.

Tang Wenming apologized for Wang Dachun, "Brother Dachun, I'm very sorry. Ernie's temper is just like this. Let's continue eating. Come on, I'll give you a cup."

Wang Dachun raised his wine glass and clinked Tang Wenming, "It's okay." The two women left and fell into purity. The two faces that were neither yin nor yang really affected their appetite.

Wang Dachun took the initiative to chat with Tieshan, "Brother Tieshan, you can eat too!"

Tieshan has not moved his chopsticks a few times since Zhou Daorong came down. He was originally sitting on half of his butt, but when the woman came, only one-third of his butt was next to the bench.

Poor that he was 1.9 meters tall but he was a little scared of the woman, for fear that her mouth, which was sharper than a knife, would cut his flesh twice.

Wang Dachun drank a sip of red wine that costs 20,000 yuan a bottle and said, "Mr. Tang, this situation at your home is a bit complicated!" He originally didn't like to drink red wine, and felt it was a bit bitter and astringent, but when he thought of the price of this wine, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be a bit sweeter in the bitterness.

Tang Wenming smiled bitterly and told the situation at home. Although he looked at his appearance, he was not so happy. His mother passed away when he was in junior high school. Later, he married a wife himself, but his wife died. Later, he did not get married again.

My father, Tang Zongze, married so many concubines. The women in the family fought every day, and were full of intrigue like court dramas. It was common for them to stab the knife in their backs.

Tang Wenming grew up in such a family. His father was addicted to 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 a difficult sutra!" 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, and the happiness of being together with the family could not be bought by much money.

After dinner, Tang Wenming invited Wang Dachun to move to the living room, and someone immediately gave him two cups of fragrant tea.

Tang Wenming lowered his voice and said, "Brother Dachun, I suspect that someone has tampered with our family. You can help me see if there is any problem with Feng Shui later."

Rich families pay the most attention to Feng Shui layout. When the old man of the Tang family bought this villa, he specially hired Feng Shui masters to carefully read it. This old villa of the Tang family is a Feng Shui treasure land, and the Tang family has been prosperous for so many years.

This old house is very rich, but the population is not very prosperous. The Tang family's single generation was born, and in addition to Tang Wenming, only Zhou Daorong had a son. Moreover, people living here often have troubles. Tang Zongze also invited people to read it, but he did not see any clues.

Wang Dachun nodded. In fact, he felt something was wrong since he entered the Tang family villa. How could he say that, he had never tasted it for a while, but he just felt a little awkward.

After drinking tea, Wang Dachun, accompanied by Tang Wenming and Tieshan, wandered around the villa with his hands on his back.

The weather improved a little in the afternoon and it didn't rain, but the sky was still very cloudy and the dark clouds were thick. The old banyan tree in the yard that covered the sky and sun made the entire villa 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 has a typical European style, with a total of seven floors and a total of more than 90 houses of all sizes. It can be regarded as a landmark building in Liuhe City.

It is said that this place was once a stronghold for spies, but this is just a legend and I don’t know whether it is true or false.

Wang Dachun stood in the yard and squinted his eyes at the tall old banyan tree. The old banyan tree was very tall, with the tallest branches and leaves almost two-thirds of that of the villa, and the branches and leaves were also very dense.

Tang Wenming was puzzled, "Brother Dachun, is there any problem with this banyan tree?"

Wang Dachun nodded, "Well, Mr. Tang, please let the gardener beat the branches at the top, and don't let them continue to grow taller, otherwise they will be able to achieve great success and cover up the luck of the old house."

"I understand, let the gardener do this now." Tang Wenming believed Wang Dachun's words and immediately called the gardener.

After Tang Wenming finished calling, Wang Dachun turned around and said, "Let's go to the old man's room to check it out. By the way, has the old man been buried now?"

Tang Wenming said: "It has been buried."

At this moment, in front of the window of a room in the villa, Zhou Daorong and Li Yanju were standing in front of the window and 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 understand Feng Shui? It looks so young, right? Humph, I think he is also in a hurry to seek medical treatment, and he will catch everyone."

"Don't worry about him, we just need to do our own things well. Tang Wenming, he can't jump around for a few days." Zhou Daorong narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. If something happened to Tang Wenming, then her son will be the only heir in the future.

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The old man Tang Xianguang's bedroom was in a room south of the second floor. When he opened the door, a smell of rotten mold suddenly came.

Tang Wenming quickly pushed the window open for breathability.

"Mr. Tang, has the police ever come to see you after the old man left?" Wang Dachun reached out and touched the huanglimu desk and asked.

The room was full of mahogany classical furniture, and even the bed was made of precious wood. The head of the bed was carved with complex patterns. Any set of furniture in the room was probably antiques when taken out.

Tang Wenming said: "The police came here and the forensic doctor said that my grandfather died of myocardial infarction."

Tieshan took the conversation, "I think the old man should not seem to die of myocardial infarction. I have seen people who die of myocardial infarction and will not have bleeding from the seven orifices."

Tang Wenming said: "We must believe in science. Since the forensic doctor has said so, we have to believe it."

"Is it the forensic doctor today? If it were him, I don't think it would be that reliable." Wang Dachun felt that at Qin Ming's level, it was entirely possible that he would be wrong.

Tang Wenming smiled bitterly, "It's really him, but it's too late to say anything now. My grandfather has been buried."

A stone suddenly kicked out from Wang Dachun's feet, "Huh? What is this!"

He picked up the stone and looked at it, and his face changed, "Yinshi?"

When Tang Wenming and Tieshan heard this, they hurried over and came forward to watch, "What silver stone?"
Chapter completed!