The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

63: Chapter 63 Great HypocrisyHan Jingyang smiled and retorted, ”What do you mean by ’me’?”

Seeing this, Zhou Yucheng stopped pressing, as this matter really wasn’t suitable to be spoken of too bluntly. Even if it really was Han Jingyang’s doing, it couldn’t be admitted. After all, fire and water are merciless, and doing something like this would be detrimental to one’s karmic fortune.

However, the awe he felt for Han Jingyang in his heart grew a little heavier.

Moreover, thinking that Han Jingyang was dealing with He Dingkun, that great villain and his own arch-enemy, it counted as a huge favor to him, arguably saving him from dire straits. Therefore, he quickly said, ”Brother, what I mean is, let’s just forget about the previous payment for the goods. Consider it my personal support for you.”

”That won’t do.”

”This must be done,” Zhou Yucheng’s attitude was very firm. ”If you don’t accept it, you really are looking down on me.”

With things having reached this point, what else could Han Jingyang do?

He patiently listened to Zhou Yucheng excitedly recount the ins and outs of the case, only hanging up the phone after more than ten minutes.

It was understandable.

Originally, Zhou Yucheng was almost beyond saving; he would either be sentenced to prison, swallowed up by Dingshen Group, or both sentenced and swallowed up. It could be said he was in an extremely dangerous situation.

Yet, at the most critical moment, Dingshen Group suffered such a catastrophe, instantly rescuing Zhou Yucheng from dire straits.

Anyone would be excited in his shoes.

His family fortune was saved.

Without the obstruction of He Dingkun and Dingshen Group, the lawsuit would also be much easier.

No matter how you looked at it, he had encountered a benefactor who had descended from the heavens.

Otherwise, how could Zhou Yucheng be willing to waive all of Han Jingyang’s payments for the goods just like that?

Once He Dingkun truly kicked the bucket, Zhou Yucheng would probably put on a three-day opera performance to celebrate.

Han Jingyang had just hung up with Zhou Yucheng when he received another call from Shen Yuhai.

However, Shen Yuhai’s tone was very serious: ”Brother, tell me the truth, was it you?”

”Old Shen, you guys need to be scientific and rely on evidence when doing things. You can’t just say whatever you want; such an accusation is very serious. Besides, I still hold the same view: Feng Shui and metaphysics cannot create something out of nothing. Whenever a fire starts, there must be inevitable realistic factors—short circuits, cigarette butts, focused sunlight, human intervention, etc. In a desert filled only with yellow sand, even the most powerful Feng Shui master, having set up the most powerful Feng Shui formation, couldn’t make sand burn out of thin air.”

”In other words, there really are Feng Shui factors involved?”

”Who knows?”

”Be careful, arson is a serious crime.”

”I would never do anything illegal or criminal.”

”That’s good,” Shen Yuhai said casually. ”Lele’s grandmother is being discharged tomorrow. Brother, come over to the house for a visit, and while you’re at it, help us move; there’s too much stuff at the hospital.”

”When?”

”She’s being discharged tomorrow morning.”

”Alright.”

Han Jingyang understood immediately.

Moving house was just a pretext; moving that ”old god of longevity statue” was the real purpose.

This counts as after-sales service, right?

It was necessary to set some rules; otherwise, if every customer called him for after-sales service, he wouldn’t be able to do anything else. He’d be running after-sales errands every day and would be run ragged, unable to keep up.

But he had to accept this after-sales request from Shen Yuhai, not just because Shen Yuhai paid enough, but more importantly because Shen Yuhai had helped him quite a bit.

For example, Chen Xiaoming, whom Shen Yuhai introduced to him, had been a huge help, and the few messages he sent had played a very important role.

However, if anyone wanted to invite him over for after-sales service in the future, he wouldn’t be on call anymore; the appearance fee definitely couldn’t be low.

Not a few minutes after Han Jingyang hung up the phone, a strange number from Quancheng called in again.

He picked it up, and it was the monk Kongyun.

The monk Kongyun said in a deep voice, ”Benefactor Han, a fine maneuver.”

”How so?”

”Even from Thousand Buddha Mountain, I sensed the change in the earth energy of the Dingshen Group building. Originally, the Dingshen Group building was full of earth energy, its aura powerful and stable, and it blended very well with the overall layout of Quancheng. But looking at it today, it has become a black hole; the aura has completely collapsed, and the earth energy has all dissipated. In my perception, the Dingshen Group building no longer exists.”

”Is that so?”

”It is.”

”How joyous and congratulatory. Truly, the cycles of heaven are infallible, and retribution is swift. Dingshen Group has finally met its retribution. Great Monk, have you heard the sound of firecrackers all over Quancheng? Have you seen the fireworks rising everywhere in Quancheng? Is it shocking? Is it beautiful?”

Kongyun was silent for a moment: ”Mr. Han, there’s no need to taunt me. I did not directly participate in the specific affairs of Dingshen Group. When I met He Dingkun, he was already a famous wealthy businessman in Quancheng.”

”I understand, I understand. Great Monk, you just want to say that you aren’t He Dingkun’s accomplice, right? I understand, I understand, no need to explain. Great Monk, what is the matter for which you called me?”

”I want to know how you did it? To completely wipe out the Dingshen Group building overnight.”

”Don’t wrong me. I don’t have such great ability. Perhaps some immortal passed by, couldn’t stand He Dingkun’s actions, and casually struck it down.”

”It really wasn’t you?”

”If I admit it was me, would you believe it?”

The monk Kongyun was silent for a long time: ”I don’t believe it.”

Han Jingyang chuckled and said, ”Isn’t that right? That’s why they say, men act and heaven watches; there are some kinds of money you just can’t touch.”

Having said that, he hung up the phone directly.

Because he really looked down on this great monk.

The great monk did indeed have ability and was someone with cultivation, but this cultivation was only at the level of metaphysics; his moral character was just so-so. Knowing full well that He Dingkun was not a good person, he still interacted with him, provided protection for He Dingkun, and even personally descended the mountain to run errands for him.

That would be one thing, but he even insisted on saying that he had never participated in He Dingkun’s specific affairs.

What do you call that?

Deceiving oneself.

Oh, so providing a bulletproof vest to a criminal isn’t considered a crime, right?

Moreover, what the monk Kongyun did wasn’t as simple as just providing a few amulets to He Dingkun.

Of course, to say it was illegal, that wouldn’t go that far, because there was no evidence. No one could convict a monk just because he sold amulets to a criminal.

But this didn’t stop Han Jingyang from despising the monk Kongyun.

Hypocritical!

Great hypocrisy!

On the surface, the monk Kongyun seemed like an interesting person, even a bit frank.

But being frank in small matters while being hypocritical in matters of great principle, what good is that?

That was why he had never had a good attitude toward the monk Kongyun.

Just after hanging up with the monk Kongyun, Liu Jing called again. This woman was even more excited, chattering away and flattering him for half an hour.

At noon, Zhou Yucheng personally came to invite him to dinner. His entire demeanor was completely different from two days ago—he was glowing with health, high-spirited, and the smile on his face never disappeared. In his speech, he heaped praise upon him, buttering him up to the skies.

And the impact of the Dingshen Group building fire was only just beginning to show.

In the afternoon, just as he returned to the shop, someone came calling.

It was a young woman of twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

She had a great figure.

One meter seventy, long legs, a slim waist, curvaceous, with a delicate face and soft, beautiful features.

She was wearing a simple white long dress and a pair of crystal high heels. Her thick, jet-black long hair was tied into a loose bun, with a strand of curly bangs hanging down from her brow, adding a touch of playfulness.

The woman with the bun entered and got straight to the point: ”Mr. Han, I just bought a house and would like to ask you to take a look at it for me. The appearance fee is one million, with tool costs and other expenses calculated separately. Do you have time?”