Shakun and others voluntarily left the backyard and closed the door behind their backs.
Qin Feng looked at Sun Zhengxing:
"You only have one chance to explain."
"If you can't satisfy me, then go home and wait to die."
Although he wanted to know what was hidden behind the incident that year, he was also capable of investigating.
"You must have heard about Wen Guochang and the Five Lakes Chamber of Commerce."
"What I am going to say next is something you have never heard of, and it may subvert your understanding of this society."
Sun Zhengxing gritted his teeth, knowing that once he said these words today, his destiny would completely change.
"Back then, Wen Guochang was carrying out a large-scale construction project in the southern suburbs and received unanimous support from the whole city. It should have been smooth sailing and there should not have been any obstacles."
"Until one day, an inspection convoy left Jinling and passed through Nandu, passing by the land in the southern suburbs."
"The convoy only stayed on the side of the road for less than thirty seconds before leaving."
"But it was these thirty seconds that changed Nandu and the fate of Wen Guochang's life."
He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with fear:
"I heard that there was a great man sitting in that motorcade."
"He and a Feng Shui master just left Jinling."
"When passing by the southern suburbs, I stopped for thirty seconds and the Feng Shui master said something."
"Nine dragons winding around the mountain, future generations will surely have emperors..."
The tea cup in Qin Feng's hand exploded with a bang.
Wen Guochang actually died in a big shot’s dream of becoming an emperor?
How absurd.
Sun Zhengxing was so frightened that he sat on the ground, his face pale.
He stared at Qin Feng's deep eyes and hesitated for a long time before speaking:
"Wen Guochang died tragically, but this is something that ordinary people cannot shake."
"I can't, you can't, even the Hong family is as humble as ants in front of that man."
"When one of his disciples comes to Nandu, he can crush the whole sky."
"And the Hong family is just a puppet."
"Help him look after the southern suburbs. After he dies..."
Sun Zhengxing stopped talking. He thought Qin Feng was smart enough.
If we continue talking, the lives of the whole family will be at risk.
"How do you know this?"
Qin Feng had a profound meaning:
"Hong Xiuneng shouldn't tell you such a confidential matter, right?"
Sun Zhengxing was stunned and shook his head hastily:
"No, no, I went to Beijing to ask a Feng Shui master to check the Feng Shui for my new house."
"He is a disciple of the Feng Shui master in the big man's car. He drank too much that night and said that someone was unlucky and his teeth were blocked even after drinking cold water."
"If it weren't for the fact that the convoy happened to pass through the southern suburbs, Nandu would have become a first-tier city by now, and so many people wouldn't have died..."
One person, one sentence, determines the future of a city and a group of people.
This is the power of the Shangjing family.
I don’t know if Wen Lan can withstand it.
Qin Feng looked at him: "What's the name of that Feng Shui master?"
Sun Zhengxing shook his head: "Don't ask, it won't do you any good if you continue to ask."
"Wait until I find out on my own."
"The information you have is not enough to buy your life."
Qin Feng picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"The number one Feng Shui master in Hong Kong, Wang Yonglin."
Sun Zhengxing's face turned pale: "I am really doing it for your own good. Whoever touches Jiuchongtian in the southern suburbs will die. He is as strong as Wen Guochang, so what about Tang Meng Gong."
"At its peak, even the Hong family was scum in their eyes."
"In the end, both of us would end up in hell, leaving behind such a big mess and orphans and widows..."
Wang Yonglin?
Qin Feng frowned, feeling like he had heard this name somewhere.
"I can't tell that you still think about me."
He was quite playful: "Are you afraid that I will die?"
"That is, only if you are alive can you cure me."
Sun Zhengxing drooped his eyes: "If you die, then I won't be able to live..."
Qin Feng is his only way to survive, and he dare not give up easily.
"It's good to know."
Qin Feng patted his butt and stood up: "Biaozi, Laosha, come in and put the oil in the pot."
"coming!"
Sha Kun and Zhang Biao came in in response, walked into the kitchen and ran out holding the guy in their arms.
Set up a pot and heat oil.
Looking at the hot oil pan, Sun Zhengxing's face turned pale and he knelt down with a "pop":
"Didn't I agree that these messages would be exchanged for my life? Why are you still bombing me?"
"Why don't you just kill me? I don't want to be fried. I'm afraid of being burned..."
"Let me go! Let me go!"
There were screams and screams, and Sun Zhengxing was quickly stripped naked by Zhang Biao and Sha Kun. According to Qin Feng's instructions, he was hung with a rope on the osmanthus tree and his head was pushed into the oil pan.
"Take out the spices in the black fertilizer bags from my pharmacy and pour them in."
Qin Feng waved his hand again.
Zhang Biao responded, ran into the pharmacy, brought the spices, and poured them all into the oil pan.
The cloying aroma instantly filled the surrounding courtyard.
Sun Zhengxing is like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.
"Woo!"
The shouting stopped abruptly.
A black centipede head crawled out of his mouth. It seemed to smell the fragrance and twisted its body to slowly explore...,
Then came the oozing colorful limbs...
"Plop!"
"Stab it!"
The large colorful centipede, which is as thick as a baby's arm, falls into the oil pan and is instantly fried to a golden crisp...