Chapter 6 Rich Family (This chapter is free)

The richest man in Spring City.

The top ten richest people in the country.

Ranked third among the world's richest Chinese.

These three names that can scare people to death all belong to the same person, Fei Mo, chairman of Xiyangjing Group.

This is a person who can cause a typhoon every time he sneezes in Chuncheng. His name appears in various pages of local newspapers and magazines in Chuncheng almost every day. Only Yong Bowen "doesn't look at things outside the window and only focuses on the Internet."

Only netizens who are familiar with this name will not be familiar with it.

The article introducing this rich man in the magazine was written like a legendary novel. He had forgotten his parents since he was a child, raised his younger siblings alone, and started from scratch. Basically, the hardships that a legendary figure in the novel should have had, all of which were left to him.

I met a Mr. Fei. The most outrageous thing is that this documentary article also mentioned that according to an expert, the Fei family suffered an unknown curse, so all of them were short-lived. Starting from Fei Mo's ancestors,

No one can live beyond the age of sixty, and Fei Mo’s parents both passed away when they were only in their forties. As Yong Bowen was reading, he couldn’t help but guess that the reporter who wrote this article did not start his career writing martial arts novels.

Yong Bowen never thought that his first time hunting ghosts would actually save such a big person. If the other person was just a slightly famous person, maybe things would be easier to handle, and he could just come to him directly.

But for such a super rich man, if he just goes to talk about the most taboo thing among rich people about ghost possession, I'm afraid he will be thrown out by his men before he sees the real owner.

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However, now was not the time for hesitation and hesitation. When he thought that Ai Liyun was in danger and his life was at stake and he didn't know what kind of torture he would suffer, he no longer had any scruples.

"Go to his company first. If that doesn't work, go directly to your home. If necessary, put a curse on him to force him out!" Yong Bowen said fiercely in his heart. He didn't care about this kind of behavior at all. But the leader of the Tianshi sect

avoid.

After making up his mind, he immediately left the clinic and went straight to his studio cabin.

As the saying goes, if you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools. Considering that the opponent can even master things like ghost poison, living zombies, it must be extremely difficult to deal with, so he has to go back and prepare all the tools first, so he will follow the street

When fighting with someone, no matter how unsuccessful you are, you still have to carry a watermelon knife.

I need to get spells, peach wood swords, Yin Yang Bagua mirror, rice, iron sand, black donkey hooves, black dog blood... I dug out everything that might be useful, and finally I took out the dozen or so family spell books.

Bring it with you too.

After packing up, Yong Bowen washed his face, changed his clothes, put on a large backpack full of things for guys, and carried a large high-pressure toy water gun filled with black dog blood in his left hand, and took two steps toward the door.

, glanced at the big black cat sleeping on the table, stretched out his free right hand, grabbed the back of the neck and lifted it up.

The big black cat, who was having a deep sleep, was frightened out of his sleep. He stared at his owner in surprise and made a questioning "meow?"

Yong Bowen explained: "Xiaoyun was taken away. Follow me to rescue people."

"Meow!" the black cat exclaimed, kicking its claws wildly and struggling desperately.

Yong Bowen was very dissatisfied, "Why are you like this? After all, you are also an antique-level pet that our family has raised since my grandfather's generation. I heard that the older the black cat's blood is, the more effective it is. For someone who lives as old as you,

I have never seen a cat. I think your blood must be a good thing to ward off evil spirits and exorcise ghosts. As the saying goes, raising an army for a thousand days and using it for a while. Our family has raised you for decades, and today you are used, but you are still resisting...

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The black cat held its head with its two front paws and meowed incessantly.

"Don't worry, I will just cut a small incision on your leg and draw some blood. It will never kill you..." Yong Bowen muttered to reassure the frightened black cat and walked to the door.

He raised his foot and kicked open the ajar door.

The door swung back heavily, and a crisp bang was heard, followed by a somewhat suppressed scream of "Oh!"

Yong Bowen was startled, and when he came out and looked behind the door, he saw a young woman wearing a crisp black business suit standing at the door with her nose covered, her big round eyes full of tears, obviously she had been hit hard.

"Miss, are you okay?" Yong Bowen was startled and quickly stepped forward to ask.

"It's okay, it's okay." The young woman rubbed her nose and wiped the corners of her eyes to wipe away the tears that were about to fall out. Then she raised her head and looked at Yong Bowen and asked, "Are you Mr. Yong Bowen?"

This woman is about 27 or 27 years old. She has slender legs and a figure comparable to a professional model. She has shoulder-length hair, eyes like autumn water, lips like red cherry blossoms, and her eyes are filled with tears at this moment. She is really special.

There is a charm that makes me feel sorry for you. But her nose is a little red, which is a sign of rosacea, which is very damaging to her image.

"You are..." Yong Bowen knew that the red nose had something to do with him, so he felt guilty and lacked the confidence to speak.

"Hello, Mr. Yong, my name is Han Ya, and I am Mr. Fei's personal assistant." The young woman Han Ya extended her hand politely.

"Hello, I really apologized just now. I didn't know you were behind the door..." Yong Bowen pinched the black cat in his right hand under his ribs, freed his hand to shake his hand lightly, and ignored the black cat's meowing.

There were protests, so I apologized first.

"It doesn't matter." It's not a good look for a lady to be hit on the tip of her nose, so Han Ya didn't want to continue on this topic. She said lightly and turned to the main topic, "I came here this time on behalf of Mr. Fei...

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"Mr. Fei?" Yong Bowen calmed down and immediately realized the meaning of this name. He couldn't help but exclaimed excitedly, "Is it Fei Mo?"

"Uh... yes." Han Ya felt a little unhappy when she saw that the other party called her boss by his name very rudely, but she didn't show it and still kept a polite smile, "Mr. Fei said that he was very grateful to you for speaking to him this morning.

I am very sorry for not being able to express my gratitude to you at that time. He still needs your help for some things at home, so I hope you can come to his home to help take a look. I wonder if Mr. Yong has time?"

"Yes, yes, I have plenty of time. When should we go?" Yong Bowen agreed repeatedly, overjoyed. He never expected that the problem that had troubled him just now would be solved so easily. It sounds like there may still be some problems in Fei Mo's home.

The unclean thing on his back is similar to the getter. This is a good clue to find the mastermind behind it.

"If it's convenient, can we do it now?" Han Ya subconsciously rubbed her still aching nose again, "Mr. Fei asked someone to go to the house to check the feng shui, and it just happened to work."

"That's great, let's go." Yong Bowen was even more happy. He turned around and closed the door. Seeing Han Ya still standing there blankly, he said in confusion, "Aren't we leaving right now?"

"Yes, yes." Han Ya seemed a little distracted, "Do you need to bring these things? And your pets..." She pointed to the water gun in Yong Bowen's hand and the black cat under his arm.

"This is my indispensable tool." After being reminded like this, Yong Bowen remembered the black cat and quickly freed it from his ribs and held it in his hand again.

The black cat meowed pitifully, looking like it was dying. It looked like it had been pinched very badly just now.

"Don't bark." Yong Bowen shook his hand dissatisfiedly. As a result, the black cat was shaken like a torn bag in his hand, and even the meowing sound made a trembling sound.

How could there be such a cruel person in the world, treating this poor little guy like this! Looking at this terrible scene, Han Ya suddenly felt a surge of anger in her heart, and she just wanted to bite the hateful bipedal animal in front of her.

The black cat seemed to feel something. It stared wide-eyed at the beautiful girl who seemed kind-hearted at first glance. Its screams became weaker and weaker, just like a newborn kitten. People couldn't help but feel affection after listening to it.

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"Let me hug it." Han Ya finally couldn't stand it anymore and stretched out her hand to rescue the poor black cat from the hands of the evil animal abuser. This rude action frightened Yong Bowen.

"Let's go." She said these words coldly, hugged the black cat, and Han Ya turned around and left without looking back. At this moment, she was really angry in her heart. As a young woman full of love, Han Ya

, the most intolerable thing was this kind of hateful behavior, so she was afraid that if she looked back and saw that hateful face, she would not be able to help but flatten him into a pig's head.

Yong Bowen was very puzzled when he heard her last tone, which was very unkind. He couldn't help but sigh that the old saying about this woman's heart being deep in the sea was indeed true.

The two of them went downstairs one after another and saw a long black RV parked in front of the building, with a driver in a neat uniform standing next to it.

When the driver saw Han Ya walking out of the building, he immediately opened the back door diligently.

"Mr. Yong, please get in the car." Han Ya motioned for Yong Bowen to get in the car first.

Yong Bowen was not polite, held the large water gun in his arms, bent down and got in, only to find that someone was already sitting in the car.

That fat head, big ears, and sinewy face is none other than Liu Yi.

Liu Yi originally had a smile on his face and was about to speak, but when he saw Yong Bowen getting into the car, the smile on his face immediately faded, and he said in a fierce voice: "Boy, what are you doing here?" His expression changed quickly.

, even a big-name actor feels ashamed.

"Mr. Fei invited him there." Han Ya had already gotten into the car as she spoke. Seeing the two of them sitting face to face, she hesitated for a moment and sat down opposite Liu Yi next to Yong Bowen.

Yong Bowen waved to the black cat, but this guy lay comfortably in the arms of the beautiful woman and refused to move. He just stared and meowed. Hearing the sound, Han Ya turned around and glared at the cat abuser fiercely.

He moved to the side and turned half of his body, keeping the black cat as far away from him as possible, which made Yong Bowen confused.

"Ms. Han, in our industry, there are very few people with real skills like me. Most of them are liars who have no real skills and just rely on their mouths to fool people. Mr. Fei's matter is so important. If he is tricked by those with ulterior motives,

It would be bad if the guy who just wants to defraud money is delayed." When Liu Yi said this, his eyes were fixed on the guy opposite who was trying to steal business, and the direction of his words was clear and unmistakable.

Yong Bowen was a little annoyed when he heard this, but thinking that he was here to save people and didn't want to cause more trouble, he endured it and turned his head to ignore the fat man.

Han Ya said coldly: "Mr. Liu, just do the job assigned to you by Mr. Fei. Please don't interfere in other matters."

Liu Yi hit a wall, and his dark face turned into a purple eggplant, but he didn't dare to lose his temper with Han Ya, so he had to vent his anger on others, glared at Yong Bowen hatefully, and stopped talking.

The car became dull, the three silent people and a lying cat were relatively speechless, and the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward.

Yong Bowen deliberately turned his eyes out the window, thinking about how to start looking for clues when he got there. After thinking for an unknown amount of time, he came back to his senses and saw the scenery hurriedly passing by outside the window. He couldn't help but stayed for a moment, and subconsciously asked:

"Why are you here on the outskirts of the city?"

"I have no idea." Liu Yi sneered, "Do you think a rich man like Mr. Fei would be competing to buy a house in the city like you ordinary citizens?"

Han Ya explained calmly: "Mr. Fei's old house is in Qingshan on the outskirts of the city. This incident is mainly related to the old house."

It was obvious that his words were not interesting, and Yong Bowen did not want to be annoyed anymore, so he closed his mouth and looked out the window again.

After driving along the highway for about an hour, the car turned off the highway along a narrow path.

This road is very narrow and can only accommodate two cars traveling side by side, but it is extremely smooth. The sides of the road are not the fields that can be seen everywhere on other country roads, but dense jungles. The forest is full of thick poplar trees with overlapping branches.

, blocking out the sky and the sun, the smallest tree must be thirty-four years old. The path extended in the forest until it disappeared into the invisible green depths.

Yong Bowen has lived in Chuncheng for so many years, but he never knew that there was such a place in the suburbs. He couldn't help but feel curious. When he opened the car window, he felt a cool and moist breeze blowing towards his face, carrying the fresh smell of earth, grass and trees.

The air rushes into the nose, which is indescribably refreshing.
To be continued...