The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Chapter 71 71. Ready to come out
  Chen Xiangyin lay silently on the white bed. The skylight outside the window was also white, making her clear and pale, like a glass bottle.

He Chongtian sat on the edge of the bed, crossed his hands on his lower lip, and tightened his jawline.

The hot water cup on the bedside table was steaming, but Chen Xiangyin didn't drink it. She kept her eyes open, as if she was looking at something, but she was not looking at anything.

"What kind of skills do you practice?" He Chongtian asked.

"Qigong." Chen Xiangyin said this in a tone as light as a whisper.

He Chongtian is not a fool. How can he vomit blood every time?

"You're going to die from this?"

Chen Xiang shook his head: "No."

He Chongtian: "Why don't you go to the hospital?"

Chen Xiang remained silent and turned her head to look at him. The sunlight outside the window outlined her outline, making her whole person even more unreal.

She didn't want to say it.

He Chongtian pursed his lips slightly and lowered his eyes, with a sinister tone in his tone, "You rest, I will meet with Fan Zonghua alone."

Agarwood sat up with great effort, and felt warm when her hands touched the room temperature bed, "I'll go too."

He Chongtian said in a low voice: "How do you get there like this?"

Chen Xiangyin: "Then ask him to come."

……

After He Chongtian went out, Chen Xiangyin propped himself up in front of the bathroom mirror and saw his expressionless and pale face.

Turning on the faucet, the warm water wet the towel, but she felt it was a little hot.

Wipe the blood on your face bit by bit.

After changing clothes, Chen Xiangyin sat down at the tea table and lit a cigarette.

Just after taking two puffs, there was the sound of swiping the room card outside the door.

The next second, the door was slammed open.

He Chongtian, who was almost as tall as the door, held a middle-aged man by the collar of his neck and dragged him into the room.

It was Fan Zonghua, with a fat face and a big belly, his hair was messed up, and there was a gold watch on his hand.

He Chongtian kicked back and closed the door. He let go of the collar of Fan Zonghua's neck and picked up his front collar, pressing it against the wall.

"He... Mr. He, if you have something to say, please tell me... Why, why do you attack as soon as we meet?"

Chen Xiangyin looked at them without saying anything and poured tea.

He Chongtian is really reckless in doing things. After all, he is also the owner of such a big hotel, and the backing force behind him is huge.

He Chongtian forcefully lifted Fan Zonghua's feet up in the air. He Chongtian threw him to the ground with all his strength. He quickly pulled out the Tang Dao and held the sharp blade in front of Fan Zonghua's neck.

"Don't! Don't!" Fan Zonghua hid back, and He Chongtian stepped on his ankle hard, restraining him without saying a word.

Chen Xiangyin was so frightened that he almost peed, and asked lightly: "Do you want to live?"

Fan Zonghua trembled all over and waved his hands: "I want! I want to live!"

Chen Xiangyin: "Then don't pretend to be stupid, let's talk about it."

"Ouch...what are you talking about..." Fan Zonghua's voice was also shaking.

He Chongtian crushed his ankle with his toes, and Fan Zonghua grimaced in pain.

Chen Xiangyin snorted: "Is it because you won't cry until you see the coffin?"

"Ah!...I don't know, I really don't know! Mr. He, I am in Songshi County and you are in Qingshan City. It is not a matter of course to offend the river. You...you...what are you doing this for..."

"Shh-" Chen Xiangyin interrupted him: "Let me remind you, starting with the Feng Shui layout of your hotel."

Fan Zonghua was shocked: "What happened to the layout of my hotel?"

Chen Xiangyin said: "The five ghosts bring wealth, bring the wealth of visitors from all directions, and the plundered wealth goes into your own pocket. What do you think is wrong?" Fan Zonghua slapped his forehead: "I don't understand! The business was not good in the past few years. A Feng Shui master gave me advice, and he taught me how to do it!"

Chen Xiang snorted and continued: "What business did Boss Fan make his fortune in?"

Fan Zonghua: "Open... open a hotel."

Chen Xiangyin: "What about before? It costs a lot of money to open a hotel, right? Why open such a luxurious hotel in a place like Songshi County?"

Fan Zonghua's eyes dodge and he doesn't answer.

Chen Xiangyin became a little impatient. He walked up to He Chongtian with a teacup in hand and looked at Fan Zonghua: "What do you think we are here for? Traveling?"

Seeing him pretending to be stupid with a confused look on his face, Chen Xiang said, "Do you know He Xiaofang?"

"Who?" Fan Zonghua seemed to really not know.

Chen Xiangyin then asked: "Where is Yu Jing?"

Fan Zonghua's expression changed: "Miss Shen, I don't even know the people you mentioned! Do we have any misunderstanding?"

Chen Xiangyin nodded slowly: "You also know that my surname is Shen, and you know me quite well. Did you tell him?" She looked at He Chongtian.

He Chongtian shook his head, raised his foot to Fan Zonghua's ribs, stepped on it hard, and said angrily: "Who asked you to tamper with the elevator?"

Fan Zonghua was in pain, panting and said: "I can't understand a word you are talking about! Master He! Although you are the head of the hall! But our Songshi County is not under your control! I am doing business as I should, no matter who I mess with Who killed me?!"

Chen Xiangyin suddenly clapped his hands and let out a burst of laughter, "Well done." The next sentence suddenly turned cold: "You are really not afraid of death."

As soon as he finished speaking, a silver needle two inches long appeared out of thin air and stabbed his right eye, missing it by just a few millimeters!
  "Ah!!" Fan Zonghua was so frightened that he stared and didn't dare to move, "Fuck, fuck... I... yes, I'm just a leg, and the higher ups asked me to do this! I really don't know the rest!"

"Legs?" Chen Xiang asked.

He Chongtian: "In the casino, you can take a commission from soliciting customers. You can understand it as the casino running business."

Chen Xiangyin then asked: "Do you know a man named Liu Ze?"

Fan Zonghua waved his hands desperately, but did not dare to move his head. He was afraid that if he moved, the sharp long needle would pierce his eyes!

"Where is He Xiaofang?"

"I really... really don't know..."

Chen Xiangyin: "Then what do you know? The casino, Yu Jing, the Feng Shui Bureau, and the elevator. Tell me everything in detail. Once I find out that you are hiding something..."

The silver needle stabbed forward a little more. Fan Zonghua's face was distorted and turned red from holding back: "I, I...speak slowly...don't do anything..."

"About ten years ago, I got into the habit of gambling and lost all my family property..."

Chen Xiangyin sat on the edge of the bed, controlling the silver needle with her slightly raised little finger.

"If I can't pay back my gambling debts, I can only work in the casino to pay back the money. I invite my friends to gamble. If they lose, I will get a commission. By doing this, I not only paid off the money but also made a lot of money. The above Look at my talent..."

Chen Xiangyin was not interested in his family history and interrupted: "Who is your boss?"

Fan Zonghua: "This...I really don't know...the casino owner rarely shows up, and I only have contact with my upline. The relationship here is quite complicated."

According to his description, the location of a casino is neither unique nor fixed.

It is changed about once every half a month, sometimes in some abandoned factories, sometimes in unfinished buildings, sometimes in the mountains.

He worked for seven years and was promoted from the lowest level leg to the small leader responsible for managing legs in a certain casino.

Fan Zonghua has never met the big boss behind the scenes, and the upline who contacted him: the person in charge of the casino, also listened to the upline's arrangements.

"Then who set up such a Feng Shui tactic for you?" Chen Xiang asked.

Fan Zonghua seemed to be lost in memories: "It seemed like a Miao man, and the person in charge of the casino introduced me to it. My hotel was invested by the big boss, and I could only share 30% of the profit... The Feng Shui master can speak Miao language, But he is dressed like a Han...slim and small, and doesn’t look like anything special.”

He speaks Miao language, dresses like a Han Chinese, and is thin and small.

Chen Xiangyin vaguely felt that something was about to come out.

(End of this chapter)