Chapter 683: Muni’s Feast (End)

Twelve hours ago.
"Even if Muni and Sekong act separately, Mr. Zhao, you just said you want bait, but who is the hook? You and Sekong are dealing with him, who can shake the giant shark of Muni?"
Yushi concubine asked.
"I brought a lot of friends this time, they can help. As for the hook..."
Zhao Jianzhong looked at Zhaoxin.
"I?"
Zhaoxin pointed to himself.
"There is nobleman Tianyi."
After a pause, Zhao Jianzhong added: "You can't be his opponent in the Yang Shi, but it's a different matter in the Feng Shui world. As long as you drag Muni into the Feng Shui world, you may kill him."
Yushi's concubine frowned her eyebrows. She really hadn't imagined this.
"It's easy, isn't it enough for a Xumi illusion?"
Zhao Jianzhong shook his head: "The so-called Xumi Mirage was originally created by the fearless triptych, which provided a place for surrogates to resolve disputes in this world without causing too much trouble. Later combined with Yan Fu, a lot of them emerged. It’s a novelty. But in the final analysis, it’s the same thing. It’s just that the Yang Shi and Feng Shui realms that happen to be able to communicate this fruit. This kind of Yan Fu supernatural power inherited from Buddhism does not work for Muni. Tianyi is different, Ye Shiru Beloved by the fruit, he can naturally communicate with the world of yang and feng shui. Just as he can transfer the vision of feng shui to the present world, I consulted some friends who have made great achievements in feng shui and finally finalized this plan."
Yu Shi's concubine narrowed her eyes, "I will find a way to make her obedient."
"What are you going to do?"
Zhao Jianzhong asked.
The Yushi concubine was taken aback for a moment, and then pondered the words and replied: "Jiang Sihai tried to kill her to bury her before her death. Although she was unconscious, with Tianyi's ingenuity, she could guess seven or eight. Ye Shiru was born in Da'ao Village. When she was four years old, Jiang Sihai killed Ye Shiru’s mother in order to adopt her. His father was a drug addict and had no bottom line in life. Ye Shiru and his father had a lot of hardship. After that, Jiang Sihai designed a few yards. A bitter drama, I got the custody of Ye Shiru. Of course, Ye Shiru admires Jiang Sihai’s adoptive father very much. I guess this time she will not be a light blow to her. The only relative she cares about now is her grandmother who lives in the ancestral house of Tai O Village. Even for her sake, Ye Shiru should do this for us."
Zhao Jianzhong was silent for a while: "This is the best way."
Yu Shi's concubine nodded and expressed his understanding.
Twelve hours later
Tai O Village
Zhao Xin pursed her mouth and looked down at the Taixu Luo Jingyi in her hand. Suddenly Mou Ni's face appeared in the mirror in the center!
Before she could catch her breath, Wan Die sent a conversation anxiously.
"Why did you pull Rennie, Li Yan and the others? What can you do now?"
Wan Die was anxious, and as Zhao Jianzhong said, only to teach Muni to escape into the Feng Shui world alone, even if everyone's task is successfully completed. But right now, Li Yan, Ren Ni, and the dying Yang Xi were all dragged into the Feng Shui world, which was beyond initial expectations.
"What do you think of Sifan? Just now is the best opportunity. If you hesitate any longer, none of us will survive! Yan Zhao will follow up and I will take full responsibility."
Zhaoxin's tone is decisive.
Wan Die was stunned. She had been acquainted with Zhaoxin for a long time, but she saw her like this for the first time.
She thought for a while, and retorted: "That is also an emergency. We should notify Mr. Zhao immediately."
Zhaoxin also agreed: "I will call him now."
"Get rich!"
Wen Le threw a card toward the pile of cards, Zhao Jianzhong calmly flicked the card, and the mobile phone at the table suddenly rang.
Sekong squinted and made an expression of listening.
"Hey?"
"Mr. Zhao, the fish bit the hook, but the bait didn't escape, and three more went in. What should I do now? Didn't they ask Mr. Zhang Fu to do it immediately?"
Zhao Jianzhong glanced at it, and what he had touched was a fortune. He held the card in his hand and refused to play it for a long time.
"Mr. Zhao?"
Zhaoxin urged.
"Hey, old man Zhao, can you fight?"
Sekong yelled dissatisfiedly.
Zhao Jianzhong ignored him, clutching his fortune, and before his eyes was a draw hand that lacked forty to sixty thousand and fifty thousand.
"Don't be so hurry, be considerate of the old man."
Zhao Jianzhong said that the two cards in his hand, Fa Fortune and 60,000, constantly switched positions.
"Mr. Zhao. When you play cards, you have to give up before you get something."
Wen Le also said with a smile.
Zhao Jianzhong glanced at him and responded with a smile: "Young people have a long-term vision."
He tore down a hurdle, left behind to make a fortune, knocked out 60,000, and said to the phone: "Twenty minutes, ask Zhongshan to catch the bait first."
After speaking, he hung up the phone.
After a round of cards, Zhao Jianzhong touched another card to make a fortune, so he played forty thousand.
"Kong."
Suddenly Wenle shouted, and immediately shot a fifty thousand.
"Mr. Zhao, would you like this one?"
Without saying a word, Zhao Jian touched a picture.
"Don't do this. I think Mr. Zhao, you have been making bobbins and slivers, and you thought you were only 50,000 dollars."
Zhao Jianzhong touched the card in his hand, smiled at Wenle, and the smile on Wenle's face suddenly stiffened: "Mr. Zhao can't touch it by himself, right?"
After a long time, Zhao Jianzhong shook his head: "That's not true."
With that, he typed out a white board.
Wenle breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "I said long ago, I want to be willing."
"Get rich."
Sekong suddenly shot one.
Wenle turned his head to look at him, his expression indescribable.
"What do you think of me, you can make a fortune and I can't make it?"
Sekong glared at him back.
"Hu, mixed. Three times."
Zhao Jianzhong placed the card.
At the corner of the table, there is a digital card for calculating life chips. The numbers on it slide quickly, with two hundred life chips as the ante, roll three times, and the final result is 1,600.
Wenle rubbed her face silently.
Sekong's eyes widened, and it took a long time to pull at the corner of Wenle's clothes and ask: "Hey, how do you know he is going to make a fortune?"
Wenle could only squeeze his face and smile: "This kind of thing depends on experience, you are so smart, you can understand by playing a few more."
"Oh."
Zhao Jianzhong stared at the Fortune on the poker table, his eyes bottomless.
The auction venue under the building was very lively, with a suit and leather shoes holding a box of ancient books.
"This manuscript of "The Preface to the Blue Black" was auctioned by Sir Shao for 3.6 million yuan and converted to the international circulating gold price at 3 o'clock this afternoon. Congratulations, Sir Shao.
On the second floor of the hall were a dozen old people wearing black cloaks. Sitting at the front was Zhang Fu, who had a close relationship with Li Yan.
"Hey, this book has been with me for more than ten years. In the past, my teacher went to me, and only passed down this volume of "The Preface of the Green Black" to me. Now that things are different, I really sigh.
Zhang Fu Nixu sighed.
Behind him, a middle-aged scribe who was over forty years old and had no need for his face gave his hand: "I can't think of this book as having great significance for Brother Zhongshan. I..."
"Wenjun, don’t listen to him, he has sold this manuscript at least six times. Your copy of "The Preface to the Blue Black" was picked by the White Ape in the early Ming Dynasty and has been missing since then. His master, Jiang Dahong, is known as the earth fairy He is proud and arrogant, and he always pays attention to oral teaching. The first criterion for accepting disciples is to recite the "Dragon-Shaking Sutra" silently. If you die, you will not leave a book."
Behind the middle-aged scribe, a hot-tempered old man couldn't help but tear down the platform.
"Gentlemen." Shinichi came over lightly. "It's almost time."