"Fang Yi, how to deal with that Director Gu?" After Man Jun left excitedly, Sanpao said, "Do you want to stab Mr. Sun? You have to know that if you don't kill a snake, you will be bitten..."

Sanpao was originally a bad-hearted person, and although he didn't usually talk much, he was the most ruthless among the three brothers. In the previous fight with the thieves, Sanpao directly used a brick to open the heads of the two people.

"What are you afraid of? With Mr. Sun here, I think he will never dare to deal with us again..." The fat man said carelessly.

"He doesn't dare now, it doesn't mean he doesn't dare to do it in the future. I saw that he looked resentful when he left..."

Sanpao still refused to let Director Gu go. It is said that since he failed to kill the snake with a hoe when he was a child, Sanpao has become more and more ruthless. When he was a child, there were few children in the village who were afraid of fat people, but they did not dare to provoke Sanpao.

"It's okay, he can't jump for long..."

After hearing Sanpao's words, Fang Yi shook his head slightly. Sanpao was not a good person, and he, a wild Taoist priest, was not a person who liked to cause trouble for himself. Just now, when Director Gu left, Fang Yi took a closer look at his face.

When he saw Director Gu in the management office, Fang Yi found that his Heavenly Court was full of seal hall and his face was red.

However, in just a few hours, Gu Guoguang's face changed. First of all, his traitor, which is the place where the crow's feet were in the corner of his eyes, seemed to be a little blue. The traitor's traitor was all quarrels and wrongs. If the traitor's traitor was blue and dark, it means that there was a slap in prison.

Furthermore, Gu Guoguang's Tiancang's warehouse also had some changes. The Yintang changed from rosy to dark and dull, and the black air penetrated into the sky. This was also a manifestation of the face of escape from the disaster of prison. Therefore, Fang Yi believed that even if their brothers did nothing, Gu Guoguang would be in trouble.

It sounds simple to see a person, but in fact, people who can really meet each other must understand the art of looking at the qi.

In a big way, the technique of looking at qi is a term in Feng Shui and geomancy. People who know how to look at qi can see the acupoint qi. If the bright complexion is bright, it will be prosperous. If the complexion is dark, it will be declining. If the complexion is red, it will be rich. If the complexion is black, it will be harmed. If the complexion is purple, it will be noble. They often use this to help people find dragons and point acupoints.

To put it bluntly, the technique of looking at the qi can also be said to see the look of people, which is commonly known as the appearance. Only those who know the true technique of looking at the qi can be called masters, such as the so-called masquerade appearance on the streets and alleys, but just a liar in the world who knows a little bit of fur.

You should know that people who are good at looking at qi must be those who practice Qi. Fang Yi started at the age of five. Every time he practiced, he would aim to set a goal for himself in the distance. When practicing, he half-closed his eyes and entered a quiet state, seemingly looking rather than looking, and his eyes reach the heart. Over time, he could naturally see a rising, thin and light mist.

This is the qi of nature's environment and the qi that communicates between the qi in the yin and yang house, also known as halo and hunch Qi. Only when you can see this hunch Qi or qi dizziness can you achieve a small success in the art of qi looking at it.

When Fang Yi was ten years old, the old Taoist priest took him to walk in the Fangshan Mountains, allowing him to watch the anger between the peaks of the green waters and green mountains and the fierce aura that appeared on the top of the mountain in the barren land.

After practicing the art of looking at the qi for more than ten years, Fang Yi can see the home energy and the vigorous energy and the vicious energy in the mountains at a glance. To Fang Yi, he is just a small path, and he can basically see it at a glance. This is why Fang Yi let go of the ancient country light.

"Brother Yi, didn't the old Taoist priest ask you to tell others less divination?" The fat man looked at Fang Yi with a little concern. He knew that Fang Yi had some abilities that ordinary people could not understand, but according to the old Taoist priest, using these abilities would also cause some harm to himself.

"Fatty, I know what to do. Look at my face and predict the good or bad luck..."

Fang Yi smiled and shook his head. This sentence made sense, although it made sense that Tianji should not be revealed, but as long as you do not conduct complicated and large-scale deductions, you will generally not violate Tianji. A sorcerer who is proficient in divination and divination are masters who seek good fortune and avoid bad luck, and generally you will not fall into danger.

"Hmph, that fat man must have something to do with Scarface..."

After hearing Fang Yi's explanation, Sanpao snorted coldly and said, "He took the money but didn't issue a receipt for us. I also kept a hand. If the police don't arrest him, he can't become the director of the management office..."

Fang Yi and others' money was kept by Sanpao. When he went to the management office to pay the fees, Sanpao made some secret notes on the hundreds of dollars. He was afraid that Gu Guoguang would not take any money and would not arrange stalls for them.

"You kid, you're still so sinister..." The fat man glared at Sandpao in anger and said, "Don't be fat in the future, there's a difference between me and that fat man..."

"What's the difference?" Sanpao looked at the fat man and smirked, and said, "How about I and Brother Yi will not call you fat man in the future, so how about changing your name to Jinhua?"

"Sanpao, you're looking for death!"

Hearing the word Jinhua, several black lines suddenly appeared on the fat man's forehead and rushed forward without saying a word. You know, he had fought with the children in the entire village because of this nickname since childhood, which was the eternal pain in the fat man's heart.

"Brother Yi, help..."

The three cannons were not inferior to each other, but when they really started to take action, the three cannons could not beat the fat man. In a few seconds, the fat man pressed them to the ground and started to beat him up, shouting for help.

"You two, you can solve your own problems..."

Fang Yi looked at the two playing, his face full of smiles. Fang Yi knew that this was a way for the two brothers to vent their emotions. After today's incident, their brothers really gained a foothold in the antique market.

"Okay, I sold all the things for the day today, and you guys also serve snacks..." After Sanpao and the fat man got up from the ground in mud, Fang Yi said, "I'll go to another stall to wander, and I'll leave this stall to you two..."

"Go, go, Fatty Master will definitely sell more than you..." The fat man waved his hand. Fang Yi, who had been a little Taoist priest for more than ten years, had sold things better than himself who claimed to be good at it. The fat man felt very embarrassed.

"Okay, if you can sell three or five items, then our rent this month will be out..."

Fang Yi laughed when he heard this, and only then did he realize that oil and salt were expensive when he went down the mountain. If Man Jun had not been kind enough to take it in, this brother San would probably be either crowded at Sanpao's house or sleeping in the bridge hole. Therefore, their top priority now is to make money so that he can survive in this city.

"Oh, uncle, you will know that you are a player when you look at the beads on your hand. Come and see our things..."

The fat man's routine of selling things is obviously different from Fang Yi. As soon as he sat in Fang Yi's seat just now, the fat man started shouting. If the people in the old capital saw it, they would definitely think that the fat man had played tricks in the sky bridge and sold Daliwan.

But let alone, the fat man's set is very good. When Fang Yi left his stall, seven or eight tourists had been pulled by the fat man next to the stall. He happened to be motivating those people to take out their wallets to buy their own things.

"This kid is really a savor..." Fang Yi shook his head with a smile, his figure merged into the tourists, and he followed the crowd one by one to go around the stalls.

Although the catching the thief just now spread throughout the antique market, Fang Yi and his team's stall were surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside when the accident happened. Except for some nearby stall owners, no one recognized Fang Yi.

Unlike ordinary tourists who would start looking at things and ask questions, Fang Yi didn't say a word. When he saw a stall asking for prices, he would often stop and prick up his ears to listen to the words of both buyers and sellers. After more than two hours, Fang Yi had gained a lot of knowledge.

"This businessman is really unbelievable what he said..." After wandering around, Fang Yi's biggest gain was that nine out of ten stall owners in the entire antique market were all big fools, and nine out of ten sentences were all exaggerated.

You should know that the art of looking at qi not only depends on people's face, but also on people's words and deeds. Fang Yi can't do business but can look at people. He found that what these people said was a good thing, but it was an exaggeration to say that to it was not good, but it was a fool to make money to buy things.

"It's really a businessman..." Fang Yi suddenly remembered what his master said, shook his head and smiled bitterly. Seeing that there were not too many people in the market at this time, he turned around and returned to his stall.

"Hey, fat man, how is the business?" Fang Yi returned to the stall and found that there were five or six people around the fat man, all of whom were stall owners not far from his stall. He was listening to the fat man pointing and spitting and blowing around.

"Everyone, this is our Brother Yi. Master Sun is very optimistic about him and is planning to accept him as a disciple..."

Seeing Fang Yi coming, the fat man quickly gave up his seat, picked up a bottle of water and threw it to Fang Yi, and said, "Fang Yi, these brothers are so enthusiastic. When they saw the weather was hot, they had to buy us a box of water. Thank you very much..."

"No, no thanks. You guys are a little bit too bad for our antique market. If you want to thank you, we will thank you for it..."

After hearing the fat man's words, everyone waved their hands repeatedly, but their eyes were all on Fang Yi. They had all heard of Sun Lianda's name as Sun Lao, and knew that the man was a cold-hearted person. Unexpectedly, Fang Yi could become his disciple.

"Hey, don't listen to the fat man's nonsense, there's nothing at all..."

When Fang Yi heard what the fat man said, he knew that this kid was pulling the tiger's skin to make a big banner. However, Fang Yi just denied it lightly because he also understood that it would still require a certain background to avoid being run in this antique market.

"Xiao Fang is too modest. By the way, are you free at night? Brother, let's find a place to drink?" A middle-aged man with a bearded face said. His stall was only five or six meters away from Fang Yi's stall. The bearded could see clearly what happened today.

The bearded man knew that with Sun Lianda and the current Deputy Director Zhao as his backer, the guys could walk around in the antique market. If he could make friends with them for a meal, it would definitely be worth the money.

"Brother, there's something wrong tonight, why don't we go to another day?" Fang Yi smiled bitterly when he heard this. The stall owners were all avoiding them like tigers, but their current attitude suddenly turned 180 degrees. Fang Yi was really a little uncomfortable.
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