Chapter 59 I Want to See Her

Feng Zhibai got up early in the morning and started trying on the clothes he had bought some time ago in front of the mirror.

It is rare for Lao Mi Tou and Chen Xiaodao to get up early.

Chen Xiaodao curled up on the sofa studying the book that Feng Zhibai gave to Lao Mitou.

Old Mi was cleaning.

I've been lying in bed all this time, and my house is as dirty as a doghouse.

I took a towel to collect water, and in a good mood, I wiped the stool while humming a little tune.

"How is it? Doesn't this outfit of mine really embody the temperament of a modern, mature woman?"

Wringing the water out of the towel, Lao Mitou squatted down to wipe the coffee table. He raised his hand and knocked Chen Xiaodao's feet off the coffee table: "Put it down!"

He retracted his feet, bent sideways, put the book down, and looked up at Feng Zhibai.

The shock in his eyes was about to burst out!

"Oh, you have a kind of beauty that doesn't care about other people's lives."

Old Mitou also glanced over, his voice full of confusion. "Can you explain to me which fashion expert has been teaching you how to dress these days? This is the first time I've seen anyone wearing fur, woolen pants, and a sun hat in the middle of summer! What's with your shoes? Asymmetrical beauty?"

Chen Xiaodao was amused by Lao Mitou's words. He sat up from the sofa and looked at Feng Zhibai with a smile: "I'm embarrassed to say it, even aunties in their forties and fifties don't dare to dress like you. Aren't you hot?"

Feng Zhibai elegantly reached out to take the sunglasses and put them on himself, his tone full of arrogance: "You don't know how to appreciate it. This is the standard outfit of an international model."

"Then you might be walking a very new kind of show."

Lao Mi Tou and Chen Xiaodao looked at each other, smiled, and went about their own business.

Taking off his large sun hat, Feng Zhibai raised his hand to tidy up his long hair: "You're so engrossed in watching, maybe you understand it?"

"What?"

After turning a page of the book, Chen Xiaodao replied nonchalantly.

"What did you say?"

With his chin supported by his hand, Feng Zhibai gestured for him to look at the book in your hand.

"You talking about books?"

He handed the book to Feng Zhibai. "I can understand part of it, but I don't understand where this thing came from. The humanities in it are too real and specific. And the various religious records and yin and yang methods are obviously carefully compiled. What I don't understand most is how the interpretation of the hexagrams in this book can be applied to the laws of heaven and earth."

Chen Xiaodao is not a fortune teller who specializes in studying hexagrams, so he doesn’t particularly understand many things.

Feng Zhibai didn't reach out to take the book, but instead softened his voice, "Straight is opposite, opposite is straight; yin is yang, yang is yin. What you see isn't necessarily true, and what you hear isn't necessarily false. Everything originates from a hexagram, and whether or not it can be interpreted depends on the heavens. All things in the world are interdependent, and the laws of heaven and earth are one. The laws of heaven and earth are one, so how can this hexagram not be considered the law of heaven, earth, and man?"

"I don't quite understand."

Tilting his head, Chen Xiaodao was a little confused.

If it is true as our great-grandmother said.

How powerful must this person's fortune-telling skills be to achieve the unity of man, heaven, and earth?

Old Mi was also attracted by their conversation.

"If I thoroughly understand this book, will that be possible?"

"cannot."

Without even glancing at him, Feng Zhibai immediately interrupted his beautiful thoughts: "The course of heaven and earth follows the mysterious Dao. Those who follow the laws of heaven and earth follow their Dao. This means that one should take on tasks commensurate with one's magical powers. After mastering everything, one must reach a certain realm before considering other things."

"Then I'm useless."

After throwing the book to Lao Mi Tou, Chen Xiaodao leaned over again, hugging the pillow.

After opening the first page, Lao Mitou sat aside and asked: "Then what's the point of reading this book?"

Twisting her curvy figure, Feng Zhibai continued to examine her stunning self in the mirror. "If you don't want to look, you can just read the I Ching. The theory just mentioned doesn't apply to you. I just listened to it."

The reason why she didn't force Lao Mi to study the book was because Lao Mi didn't have much talent.

He can tell fortunes, but he is definitely not a master at it.

I gave him this book just to let him study the sixty-four hexagrams on his own.

The sixty-four hexagrams in her book have many derivatives and are very long, making them easier to digest.

"No, I'd rather watch this."

“Dongdongdongdong——”

I put the book on the table, and just then a voice message came from my phone.

Wiping his hands, Lao Mitou went to get the cell phone in the drawer.

"Who's calling?"

Throwing the pillow to the other end, Chen Xiaodao tilted his neck and asked.

"Director Yan's."

He walked to the sofa, pushed Chen Xiaodao in, sat down, and turned on the hands-free mode of his phone: "Hello——"

"Hello, Mr. Mi."

The person speaking on the other end of the phone was Yan Kuan.

Feng Zhibai hummed a tune, took out his cell phone and opened Fanbao, planning to buy a few more sets of stunning clothes!

"Hey, Director Yan, what's wrong?"

They have not contacted Yan Kuan for more than ten days since the last time.

So when he called today, Old Mi was very surprised.

"Is Miss Feng here?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he looked for Feng Zhibai.

Feng Zhibai was browsing the pages on Fanbao when he heard Yan Kuan looking for him. He muffled his voice and replied, "She's not here."

"Miss Feng, Fu Qiang is looking for you."

On the other end of the phone.

Yan Kuan glanced at the prison gate behind him and ignored Feng Zhibai's answer before speaking.

"The man's surname is Fu."

Feng Zhibai placed an order for a coat without any doubt.

"Yes. I was busy the past few days and had no time to take care of him after throwing him in jail. I happened to have some free time today so I came to see him. He's been awake for several days and has been clamoring to see you."

"What do you want to see Grandma?"

Chen Xiaodao put his hands on his knees and asked in confusion.

"I don't know. I didn't ask."

"Did you conduct the interrogation?"

"After the interrogation, he said nothing, only that he wanted to see Miss Feng."

Lao Mi Tou and Chen Xiaodao both turned their gazes towards Feng Zhibai.

Feng Zhibai still didn't put down his phone: "Have you found out who owns the shop?"

"Yes. The previous owner of the shop had a family accident and went back to his hometown. Fu Qiang bought the shop."

"Tell him that I don't see guests easily."

Feng Zhibai rolled his eyes and said deliberately.

On the other end of the phone, Yan Kuan was stunned for a moment.

He finally understood why Feng Zhibai asked him to check the ownership of the shop that night.

She has already set her sights on that shop.

Old Mi Tou was also impressed by Feng Zhibai's show.

No wonder when I asked her to find a shop two days ago, she said no.

It seems like he already has something in mind.

"Then I'll tell him now and give you news later."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Kuan held the phone in his hand, his thoughts in a mess.

This girl played a good hand and took the initiative.

Putting the phone back in his pocket, he walked into the prison. The prison guard saluted him, then opened an interrogation room in the corner as if he knew the way.

In the dark interrogation room, a man was being tortured at the interrogation table.

He was wearing prison clothes, with his head lowered, and looked extremely gloomy.

Hearing the noise, Fu Qiang moved.

On the decadent face, only a pair of eyes were filled with emotions.

"Is she coming to see me?"

The sound was like water boiling on a stove.

Yan Kuan didn't answer, but pulled a stool and sat in front of him: "I won't beat around the bush, let me tell you straight, she has her eyes on your shop."

"shop?"

Fu Qiang showed doubt in his eyes, and then sneered: "Huh, she has a big appetite. Just meeting her once, it's like she wants me to give her a place to eat."

Yan Kuan also lowered his head helplessly.

This request is indeed quite excessive.

This one is worth hundreds of thousands.

"Let her come and tell her that you will give her both the shop and the house."

Seeing that Yan Kuan didn't say anything, Fu Qiang raised his head without any hesitation.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know I will be responsible for what I say."

"Think it over carefully. Your crime was malicious wounding. Your property was acquired legally and will not be seized. Once you give it away and the legal person changes, you will no longer have the right to use it."

"I know."

Fu Qiang still did not hesitate.

Yan Kuan was even more confused.

Why do you have to see the truth first?

Even though the request was too much, I agreed.

You know, owning a house and a storefront is something many people dream of.

And he just gave it up.

"Since you have made up your mind, I will not persuade you any further."

Yan Kuan sighed, took out his cell phone and called Feng Zhibai.

There was the sound of a car horn on the other end of the line.

Then the driver asked them where they were going.

Yan Kuan put his phone down and looked at the screen.

He should have known it long ago. Even if he didn't tell her, she would know the outcome.

"Hello, Xiao Kuan Kuan."

A coquettish voice came from the other end of the phone.

Yan Kuan raised his voice and said, "Yeah, you have already set off, right?"

"Yes, I'll be there in a moment. Wait for me."

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the prison gate. Go slowly."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Kuan said a few words to the guarding police officer and turned to walk out of the prison.

The prison and the police station are separate.

It takes fifteen minutes to drive here from the main police station.

It takes Feng Zhibai and his friends more than half an hour to drive from the city center.

He was not in a hurry and sat in front of the prison gate, browsing his phone.

He didn't put away his phone until Feng Zhibai and his friends' car arrived.

The driver thought they were visiting the prison, and kept asking questions in the car, being extremely curious.

Feng Zhibai and Chen Xiaodao ignored him, but Lao Mitou chatted with him casually.

Before reaching the prison gate, the driver generously stopped the meter.

"We're here, take care."

"Thanks."

"fine."

Lao Mitou thanked him, got out of the car and opened the door.

Feng Zhibai and Chen Xiaodao got out of the car, stretching lazily.

Yan Kuan saw the three people and greeted them from a distance while standing in front of the door.

"Ms. Feng, Mr. Mi, Mr. Chen."

"Hey, Director Yan, have you been waiting for a long time?"

Old Mi was very polite.

Yan Kuan smiled and said, "No, I just came out."

Looking at Feng Zhibai, Feng Zhibai showed a harmless smile on his face: "Hi."

This smile made him feel creepy.

"Oh, Miss Feng, please come in. Fu Qiang has been waiting for a long time."

"Lead the way."

With a clever smile, Feng Zhibai reached out to hold Yan Kuan's arm.

Yan Kuan was frightened and quickly moved to the side of Lao Mi Tou.

"Um, Mr. Mi, I haven't seen you for a few days. You seem to be in good spirits again."

"Oh, really? I feel like I've been in great shape lately. I can even climb up and down the stairs without getting out of breath."

Chen Xiaodao stood behind Feng Zhibai and almost laughed out loud.

Feng Zhibai didn't show any emotional changes, he was just teasing him anyway.