The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

The rain stopped at about 7:30 in the evening. Qi Yan put on his shoes and said to the three people sitting on the stools properly: "Let's go now."

"Good, good." Du Dong hurriedly followed. He didn't even wear his shoes, so he hurriedly dragged the heel of his shoes, followed up, and the assistant who followed him carefully closed the door for Qi Yan.

"Master, don't you bring any tools?" Du Dong glanced at Qi Yan Kongkong's hands, "I still need to buy something. Just ask, we will buy it."

"What to buy?" Qi Yan pressed the elevator button and turned to Du Dong. "We are not filming TV dramas, and we don't have to kill demons, so we don't need things like peach wood swords and compasses."

Du Dong looked in admiration, an expert is an expert, and he does things so calmly.

As a self-made businessman, Du Dong is quite a local tyrant in his car hobby. Qi Yan glanced at the brand and model of the car. The price was about three or four million yuan, which seemed to be very valuable.

"Master, please." The assistant opened the door for Qi Yan.

After Qi Yan got in, he smelled a faint mint smell in the car, looked around, and found several mint-scented sachets in the car.

"My daughter put these. She said that it is hot in summer and people tend to get sleepy. Putting some mint in it will make it difficult for the driver to get lost while driving." Du Dong saw Qi Yan's eyes fall on the mint sachet, and smiled. With pride, "This child has been filial since he was a child, has good grades, and is well-behaved..."

But thinking of his daughter lying in the hospital, Du Dong's voice was a little choked, and he couldn't continue.

Seeing him like this, Qi Yan looked slightly calm, and persuaded, "Mr. Du don't have to worry, your daughter will definitely be fine."

"Master Xie said," Du Dongchao Qi Yan gave a smile that was uglier than crying, "As long as they are okay, I am willing to do anything."

Hearing this, Qi Yan didn't say anything more, just looked down at his palm in a daze. His palm prints are very clear and there are no messy lines. The old man once said that his palm prints are precious to life, and he did not see where he was.

Healers do not heal themselves, and those who know fortune-telling will not be able to calculate their own destiny. However, Qi Yan didn't care about his future destiny at all. People live in the world and only the unknown has expectations. If there are no expectations, what is the difference between life and a pool of stagnant water?

Du Dong's house is a two-story villa. The grass and flowers in the villa are very messy, and it seems that they have not been taken care of for a while. Entering the house, it gives people a sense of coldness that is not popular, and the curtains are also tightly drawn, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

"Let the master laugh, because I have been staying in the company and the hospital recently, and all the homes have not been taken care of." Du Dong smiled awkwardly, pressing the switch in the corner, and the whole room was brightly lit.

In terms of decoration style, the Du's family is more tasteful than the Yang's, but Qi Yan never expected that he would see a Tang Sancai ornament at the Yang's price.

Tang Sancai is a famous variety among the cultural relics, but this kind of thing is really not suitable to be placed at home, let alone in the living room. In ancient times, this thing belonged to the category of sacrificial objects. Only the dead can use it. There is absolutely no reason for living people to use it.

"Mr. Du is a collector?" Qi Yan pointed to Tang Sancai and a piece of jade with flaws next to it, both of which exuded a cold black air.

"Well, I'm a rough person, I don't have much research on these things," Du Dong said, shaking his head, "This was given by two friends when my mother passed her birthday a few months ago."

"Oh," Qi Yan thoughtfully, "a friend in the business world?"

"Yes," Du Dong nodded. "They are all partners. I heard that these two things are very expensive. If I don't show them, I can't be worthy of my friends."

"Then your two friends are very generous," Qi Yan lowered his eyelids, his tone of voice was a little faint, "Even the genuine product is willing to give it to you."

Du Dong noticed something wrong with this, "Master, these two things... are there problems?"

Qi Yan didn't directly say that there was a problem, but just said: "I think these two things are exquisitely crafted, and they are both genuine and have research value. If Mr. Du is willing, he can donate it to the museum, which is considered a piece of merit."

Du Dong was stunned for a moment, and then fully agreed: "Yes, it should be handed over the cultural relics to the country."

"Mr. Du is a generous person." Qi Yan smiled and turned and walked upstairs. The layout upstairs is good, and there is no major problem with the furnishings, but he always feels that this place seems to have a sullen aura.

He looked back at Du Dong who was following him, "Mr. Du, you go and stand on the stairs."

Du Dong obediently retreated to the corner of the stairs and stood there, and then he saw Master Qi's right hand making a strange posture. He was dazed to see that a few wisps of white mist appeared in the opponent's hand, but it seemed that he was dazzled.

Qi Yan felt in the gap between the handrails of the stairs, and took out a yellow paper folded into a triangle from the inside. He could still smell the blood and corpse oil on it.

"Master, what is this?" Du Dong didn't expect that there would be these things in his own home. He shrank his chubby neck and subconsciously sensed anxiety.

"It's not a good thing." Qi Yan squeezed it with his hand, and the yellow paper seemed to have been burned by fire, turning into fine pieces of paper. These shredded paper lay in Qi Yan's hands, and a piece of it fell on the ground, "Go and pour me a bowl of vinegar."

Hearing this, Du Dong quickly turned his head and ran downstairs to the kitchen, his vigorous posture was nothing like that of a fat man.

In less than two minutes, he poured a bowl of vinegar and brought it to Qi Yan. Qi Yan glanced at him: "Stay steady, don't move." After saying that, he threw the paper in his palm into the vinegar bowl and put the paper in. In the vinegar, it was like a pan underwater, making a sneer, and Du Dong almost spit it out.

He reluctantly suppressed the desire to vomit and looked at the master, and found that the master had stood a few steps away from him, and seemed to have expected that the smell of this thing would not be too good.

But such a big chemical reaction will happen when paper is thrown into vinegar?

This seems a bit unscientific, huh?

It's just that although the master has a gentle and easy-going face, he didn't mean to help him at all. He just glanced coldly at the vinegar that smelled in his hand, "Pour it on the west side of your corner." , And then bow to it three times, that's it."

Du Dong still did it obediently, probably because he was frightened by the master's hand. When he bowed, he was extremely pious, except that he didn't directly kneel down.

Qi Yan stood at the gate, quietly watching him finish all this before saying: "Your home has a good feng shui, there is no problem. It is the two cultural relics, donate them as soon as possible." As for the so-called friends behind the calculations, That's not what Feng Shui Mr. he wants to take care of.

Du Dong repeatedly agreed to drive Qi Yan downstairs himself before returning to his home. Then he contacted the person in charge of the Cultural Relics Museum overnight. Early the next morning, after the museum staff went to work, he couldn't wait to donate the two items in his hand, and returned to the car with a lot of souvenirs from the museum.

Not long after he got home, he received a call from the hospital, saying that his wife's condition had improved and that he had contacted the doctor his mother had contacted, and finally had time to perform the operation.

After hanging up the phone, Du Dong wiped his eyes and hurried to the hospital.

Two days later, Qi Yan received a text message sent to him by the bank, and there was an extra million in his account. He was not surprised at all. The one named Du Dong could find out where he lives, so he could definitely find out his bank account.

The other party gave him such a large sum of money at this time, it seems that his family's condition has eased.

"I just like this kind of upright person," Qi Yan opened a credible charity organization and transferred 100,000 yuan to it.

"Accumulate blessings, cherish blessings."

"I'm telling you that the patient on bed 24 is awake."

"real?"

"Isn't it possible that you may become a vegetative person if you are in a coma for unknown reasons?"

"I don't know what's going on. When I went to change the patient's medicine, I seemed to hear her husband say, "I met some superiors, who framed me, etc." Don't go out and talk."

"Don't worry, definitely not. But is there really any so-called expert?"

"Okay, you're still a nurse, can you believe these things?"

When Liang Feng passed by the nurses' station in the evening, he heard the nurses talking, but when these nurses saw him coming, they closed their mouths one after another and did not dare to speak any more. They knew Liang Feng and knew that he was an assistant to a big figure in the VIP ward, so the attitude was extraordinarily careful.

Liang Feng smiled at them, did not say anything else, turned and walked in the other direction.

The VIP ward is in the quietest place on this floor, so the more you go in, the quieter it will be. He knocked on the door of the room, and after hearing voices from inside, he opened the door and raised the document in his hand: "Cen, this is a public report for the past two days."

The man sitting on the hospital bed turned his head and glanced at him, his pale face was sickly red, "Come here." After saying these three words, he began to cough violently.

"Cen, the doctor said, you need to rest." Liang Feng put the file in the man's hand, the expression on his face was a bit disapproving.

The man ignored him. After flipping through the documents, he signed one of the documents and put the other aside.

"This body is just like this. What's the difference between being quiet or not." The man's lips are pale, but this face is still beautiful and breathtaking.

Liang Feng knew that what he said was useless, so he could only fall silent in the end.

He looked out the dark window and couldn't help thinking that he was probably really jealous of the talent, so God gave President Cen the looks, the distinguished housework, and the outstanding ability that countless people are obsessed with, but he didn't give him a healthy body. body of.

There is no perfection in life.