Chang Wangxiang turned his head and said expressionlessly: "Your Wang family has such long hands, and they are all stretched to southern Fujian. Are you not tired?"

Wang Lingqi said: "It's not that our hands are long, but that the Wang family's hands have always been in Lingnan. It's just that I haven't held you in the past 20 or 30 years, so you think we are gone, but what you can't help but admit is that from the south of the Qinling Mountains, we can be wherever we want, right?"

Chang Wangxiang was silent. The young man from the Wang family said a bit big, but it was true. Although there were few people from the Wang family in the Feng Shui market in southern Fujian, they were indeed there all the time.

Wang Lingqi continued, "You should have tasted it too. Some businesses have come to you. Even if we know, we have never stopped you. Isn't it? The family didn't think about putting all the meat on their own plates. We don't care about the three monks carrying water to drink it. Especially since my uncle took the helm in the past twenty years, he has adopted a blooming attitude towards the market in the south. He has never deliberately suppressed anyone, right?"

Chang Wangxiang frowned, pointed to the two cars blocked in front of him, and said, "Then what do you mean?"

"Haha..." Wang Lingqi rubbed his head and said, "Look, we have been giving Master Chang face. So can you give us one more time? You can refund the flight to Tai'an. The loss of the air ticket is calculated for us."

Chang Wangxiang said, "I have promised others."

Wang Lingqi spread his hands and said boredly: "I didn't write any black and white words. All kinds of contracts have been torn up in various treaties and contracts these days. Take the Americans as an example. There are so many major events in the world that people don't admit it. What can you do? Besides, you are just a verbal agreement. Let's say back and say "Oh, sorry, I forgot, then it's over? They won't sue you."

Chang Wangxiang frowned and said, "If I don't want to, do you have to threaten me if you go down?"

Wang Lingqi smiled and said calmly: "Master Chang, I really don't do this. Our family can't afford to lose this person. I came to stop you just to say, "You turned your car back and I'll come to you for tea another day. If you still want to go to Tai'an, you will do whatever you want. We will definitely not stop you, let alone threaten you. But there is something I think Master Chang must know. The Feng Shui Bureau of the cemetery has been broken. Even if you repair it in the past, it will be broken again in a few days. So, I want to ask you a question... Are you not afraid of your reputation being smashed?"

After Wang Lingqi finished speaking, he straightened his waist and bowed to Chang Wangxiang. Then Yun Danfeng turned around and returned to the car, and left with one kick to the accelerator.

Mercedes-Benz stopped by the roadside, and Chang Wangxiang didn't say anything. It was obviously thinking about something. The driver couldn't help asking, "Master Chang, are we here?"

"Go back, someone called me and said he couldn't get out of his body." Chang Wangxiang sighed with his eyes closed.

Chang Wangxiang would never say that he was afraid of the Feng Shui family in Lingnan, but if you give him the courage to offend him, it would be impossible. He had no need to offend the Lingnan side next to southern Fujian because of Han Village, Mount Tai, thousands of miles away. This interest is completely unequal.

Moreover, Chang Wangxiang was sure that Wang Xuanzhen and others would not block him openly, but in the future, Wang Xuanzhen would definitely give orders to let the Wang family enter the Feng Shui market in southern Fujian. From then on, if he wants to eat again, he has to pick up the scraps that the Wang family doesn't want.

Chang Wangxiang released pigeons. At noon, the car from Hancun to Tai'an Airport did not receive anyone, so he knew something was wrong. The manager of the Han family looked very gloomy. He picked up his cell phone several times and wanted to call Chang Wangxiang for questioning, but Han Jiang stopped him and said that it was not necessary. Since the person had not come, it would be useless if you go to the eight-car sedan chair now. He just said to wait and see, and there were two people who agreed to come to Taishan in the afternoon.

However, Han Jiang also knew that the possibility of someone coming should be unlikely.

Sure enough, that night, all the three Feng Shui masters who had contacted each other were gone without any news.

Han Jiang realized that in the cemetery Fengshui area, their Han Village had been completely banned, and no one dared to take over their business, because no Fengshui master would come to Mount Tai at the risk of offending Wang and Yang's family.

In early autumn, the Han family was suddenly covered with frost, and a change in the feng shui of the cemetery gradually pushed them to the edge of the cliff.

But this is just an inducement. The Han family's wheels will never fall from it after they reach the edge of the cliff. However, after the inducement is dominated by the factors that will appear again, the distance from the abyss is only a short distance.

For example, Han Hai encountered Waterloo when he went to the capital.

On the first day of coming to Beijing, Han Hai's former senior met him in a sanatorium, drank tea, and had a small sip during the meal. He was also interested in chatting, but Han Hai was always sinking in his heart, because the old senior never mentioned the news this time, and did not remind him of anything or educate him wherever he came. He just came and just had a simple meal, and then he would do whatever he should do.

At around five o'clock in the evening, Han Hai came out of the sanatorium. Before leaving, the old leader finally said something close to the topic, but it was just one sentence.

"Xiao Han, you're so hearted..."

Han Hai stood at the door, clenched his fists without looking back and said, "Can you look down on someone who doesn't want to be big before?"

The old man was stunned for a moment. When Han Hai left, he nodded with deep understanding. He did fall in love with Han Hai at the beginning, which is the so-called ambition. In their circle, if you don’t have ambition, you can only be a seventh-rank sesame official. Only if you have a bigger ambition will the stage be bigger.

After Han Hai came out from here, he asked the people from the office to pull him and contact several other target people, some of whom could speak for him, and some could reach out to his superiors.

But the final result of these people who made an appointment was almost all in Han Hai's heart. They either didn't have a appointment or had an appointment. Only two or three people were willing to see him in the end, but the topic never went to the right path.

After a night passed, Han Hai sat in the car and looked at the bustling night view of the capital. He closed his eyelids heavily, feeling exhausted.

If this continues, his best result may be to retire and return home.
Chapter completed!