Chapter 67: Never Force a Purchase or a Sale

"What is that? A talisman to suppress evil? Why would I need this thing for no reason?"

Huang Jianlin frowned in confusion.

Yuan Chun smiled and explained:

"Boss Huang, you know a little bit about my abilities. According to my deduction, your whole family will be plagued by bad luck for the next ten years! Everything will go wrong."

"And the root of this problem is... your great-grandfather."

"He was originally buried peacefully, but because you created the Nine Yin Wealth Gathering Ability, you angered the villagers of Qingsong Village. As a result, they dug out his skull. This is a great disrespect to the deceased, and naturally resentment is brewing. Do you think you can escape?"

Huang Jianlin's face turned pale when he heard this. After thinking for a moment, he said hurriedly:

"What about those villagers? They were the ones who dug out my grandfather's skull. Why doesn't he vent his grandfather's anger on them?"

"You're right. The person who did it won't be able to escape, but don't forget that they have my help. I can handle this little matter with a little trick."

Yuan Chun smiled.

"So what you're saying is that if I want to avoid this disaster, I must use this evil-suppressing talisman?"

"That's right. Without this talisman, disaster will befall. With this talisman, everything will be safe. The choice is entirely up to Mr. Huang. I will never force you to buy or sell."

Yuan Chun said seriously.

Huang Jianlin's face turned grim when he heard this, and he paced back and forth in the middle of the lobby with his hands behind his back.

After thinking for a long time, he glanced at Yuan Chun and smiled ingratiatingly:

"Um...Mr. Yuan, no matter how you look at it, exchanging a paper talisman for a manor worth hundreds of millions is ridiculous..."

"How about this? I'll buy this talisman for three million, and as for this manor, Mr. Yuan, you can..."

Yuan Chun smiled when he heard this and stood up and walked out, saying as he walked:

"It seems that Mr. Huang still hasn't thought it through. I won't say much. Goodbye."

Huang Jianlin's face changed drastically when he saw this, and he quickly ran over to block Yuan Chun.

"Mr. Yuan, don't go, don't go!"

"This...this...alright! I want this talisman, and the manor is yours!"

Huang Jianlin's expression was full of confusion, his whole face was almost twisted together, he gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh and said.

"Oh, that's right. Boss Huang is a smart man. He knows what's important and what's not."

Yuan Chun raised the corner of his mouth and sat down again.

"Don't waste time, come on, Boss Huang, sign the contract."

"Okay, sign..."

Huang Jianlin sighed deeply and signed his name on the contract with great pain.

"Okay, all done."

Yuan Chun looked at the contract and smiled with satisfaction, then handed the evil-suppressing talisman to Huang Jianlin.

"When you return, place this talisman in your great-grandfather's coffin."

Yuan Chun said.

"Just put it in the coffin? No need to do anything else?"

"That's right, just do as I say. With this talisman, your great-grandfather's resentment will be suppressed forever in the coffin, and you will have nothing to worry about."

Yuan Chun nodded.

"Okay, I'll do it right away when I get back."

Huang Jianlin carefully put the talisman into his pocket.

"That's it then. Boss Huang, remember to take all your things from the manor. I'll be moving in in the next few days."

Yuan Chun smiled, stood up and was about to leave.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot something important. Mr. Huang, this is for you."

As he spoke, Yuan Chun took out a fifty-cent coin from his pocket, flicked his thumb and threw it directly to Huang Jianlin.

"Boss Huang is gone."

Huang Jianlin took it subconsciously, blinked and looked at the fifty cents in his hand, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch...

Killing people is just like this...

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After leaving the manor, Yuan Chun did not return to the fortune-telling shop, but went directly to Qingsong Village and gathered the villagers together.

"Master Yuan, thanks to you! There are no more strange diseases in the village now!"

"By the way, Master Yuan, we dug up the Huang family's ancestral grave. Is he unwilling to let it go and wants to come back for revenge?"

"He dares to come! If he dares to come again, I will use my hoe to smash his dead head into pieces!"

"That's right! We haven't even discussed this with him yet! How dare he take revenge on us for doing such a wicked thing!"

......

The villagers were discussing the matter heatedly.

Yuan Chun smiled and raised his hand to signal the villagers to be quiet.

"Dear sisters, aunts, uncles, please rest assured that Huang Jianlin will not cause you any more trouble."

"In addition, I had a friendly and amicable conversation with him, and he deeply realized his mistake and decided to compensate you for the losses."

As Yuan Chun spoke, he took out a bank card.

"There are 38 households in Qingsong Village. Each household will receive 200,000 yuan in compensation, totaling 7.6 million yuan. The total is 8 million yuan. The remaining 400,000 yuan will be used to demolish the canal and repair the cemetery."

"Let the village chief keep it for now. You will be responsible for taking out the money and distributing it to everyone later."

Yuan Chun handed the card to an elderly man with gray hair and a vigorous spirit.

Upon hearing this, the villagers looked at each other with expressions of surprise.

"I didn't expect that this bastard surnamed Huang would have a change of heart and know he was wrong and offer to compensate us."

"I guess they're afraid that doing too many bad things will shorten their lives. For people like this, living one more year is just a waste of air!"

"How could such a selfish person take the initiative to give money? Master Yuan must have played a big role in this. This money can't all be given to us."

"Yes, yes, yes, this all depends on the master. Give the master half of the money. No! Two-thirds! No, three-quarters..."

The villagers said hurriedly.

"No need, everyone. I've already received my reward. This is what you deserve."

"Next, you will repair the grave mountain and prevent the corpse water from connecting with the river below the mountain. This matter will come to an end."

After saying that, Yuan Chun called Liang Shuhui aside again.

"How is Xiaoru doing lately? Are you feeling unwell?"

Yuan Chun squatted down, rubbed Su Ru's little head and asked softly.

"I'm all better now. I don't feel any discomfort anymore. Thank you, uncle!"

"Um...uncle?"

Yuan Chun was stunned and scratched his head. Am I that old?

"What are you talking about, Xiaoru...Call me brother, Brother Yuan!"

Liang Shuhui looked embarrassed and quickly touched Su Ru with her arm.

"Oh, thank you, Brother Yuan! Hehe."

Xiaoru smiled sweetly and stuck out her tongue at Yuan Chun.

Yuan Chun scratched his nose and quickly changed the subject:

"Oh, by the way, Sister Liang, I came to you to remind you not to work so hard in the future. That would overdraw your life."

"I've calculated that if you work so hard day and night, your life span will be less than ten years. What will Xiaoru do then?"

"Now that you have this 200,000 yuan compensation, it will greatly relieve the pressure. Do you understand what I mean?"