——Do you know Xie Xuanqing?
When Wang Boyui saw the message sent by Rong Jing, he had just sent the real person out the door.
After hesitating for a moment, he carefully replied, "We know each other, and we have some friendship... Is there anything Mr. Rong wants to talk to him about?"
Rong Jing responded quickly: "Nothing."
——"What kind of person is he?"
Wang Borui: “?”
Wang Boyui always felt that Rong Jing's two questions were strange, but Rong Jing's previous image as a master was too deeply imprinted in his mind, so after thinking about it for a while, he still replied.
"Patriarch Xie has a rather cold personality, but he is very honest and has a good reputation among the noble families..."
It's just that because the overall style of the Xie family tends to be tough, many aristocratic families that failed in the competition with the Xie family have complaints about Xie Xuanqing himself.
Wang Borui didn't know why Rong Jing suddenly asked about Xie Xuanqing. After thinking it over for a while, he picked out some things to say and told Rong Jing -
The main reason is that Xie Xuanqing himself has always lived in seclusion, and even Wang Boyui finds it difficult to find out a lot of information.
Rong Jing looked at the message Wang Boyui replied and frowned slightly.
After a while, he relaxed his frown and replied to Wang Boyui with a "hmm".
After closing the chat page, Rong Jing clicked on the message Xun Hao sent him and took a look.
Putting aside what happened before, Xun Hao’s abilities are indeed pretty good.
In just a few hours, he had found out the time of several accidents that occurred on the Xibeijiang Bridge in the past month, and even attached the specific information of the deceased.
You wouldn’t know until you see it. In just one month, six chain car accidents occurred on the Xibeijiang Bridge, an average of one every five days.
The frequency of these accidents is too high. No wonder Xun Hao looked reluctant when he talked about crossing the Xibeijiang Bridge.
Rong Jing looked at these times. Most of these accidents happened at 11:00 or 12:00, that is, at night. Only one was special, which happened at around 4:00 in the afternoon.
Rong Jing counted with his fingers and found that these hours were the times when the Yin energy was heavier. Although the one at around 4 o'clock was not the time when the Yin energy was the strongest, that time was in conflict with the birth date of a person who died at that time. If someone died at that time, the Yin energy generated would be no less than that at midnight.
It seems that it really has something to do with metaphysics.
Rong Jing frowned, remembering the stingy look on Tiandao's face when he tried to stop him from telling fortunes. He tapped the table with his fingertips and changed the subject of the fortune-telling.
This time the hexagram was displayed peacefully. Rong Jing casually sent out a stream of spiritual energy to wipe away the surging clouds in the sky, and then looked at the hexagram displayed on the table.
Kun on top and Xun on bottom, wind blowing on the ground, this is the Fengdi Guan Gua. Guan Gua means looking up and down, encountering wind and rain, which means that this matter is not difficult to solve, but... he has not yet found the real idea.
Real idea? Rong Jing's eyes moved slightly, and his gaze fell on the hexagram.
Looking up and down... he only looked at the Feng Shui of the bridge at the time, but didn't think about what if there was a problem with the bridge "itself"?
Looks like I need to find some time to re-watch it.
Rong Jing scanned the time when those accidents occurred, and in just a moment, he had calculated the time when the yin energy would be the heaviest in the next few days.
The clouds in the sky were still trying to pile up. Rong Jing looked up and slowly made another divination.
Tiandao: “…” Damn it.
What Rong Jing was considering this time was nothing else but the connection between this matter and the Xie family.
The Xibei River Bridge was built by the Xie Group. Rumor has it that the Xie family leader did not trust metaphysics, and did not invite a Feng Shui master to give guidance when building the Xibei River Bridge.
But today, when Rong Jing went there, he saw that the other party had used the Xibei River Bridge to make a wonderful feng shui formation, which not only revitalized the feng shui vitality of both sides of the river, but also transformed the dead air into dragon breath, nourishing the entire Xibei River Bridge and even the entire Beijing city.
If the other party really wants to do something, then as the builder of the entire Xibei River Bridge and the arranger of the Feng Shui Bureau, it will naturally be much easier for him than for others.
Rong Jing didn't want Xie Xuanqing to get involved in these things, but nothing is absolute, he always had to see it for himself before he knew.
The hexagram was confusing for a moment, but soon became clear with Rong Jing's intervention.
This matter may have something to do with the Xie family, but it is not what he thought.
Rong Jing heaved a sigh of relief for some reason, and then he erased all the hexagrams.
However, after he received the divination, perhaps out of anger and shame, the Heavenly Dao still stubbornly struck a loud thunder at his window. The dazzling lightning reflected in the azure sky looked particularly strange and hideous.
Rong Jing paused and began to seriously consider whether he should cast a few more divinations.
For example, those that were interrupted by Tiandao a few days ago.
Tian Dao: “…”
The wind passes and the clouds stop.
It was as if the Heavenly Dao had not appeared just now. The warm sunlight poured down, casting a hazy and warm glow on Rong Jing's cold silver hair.
Rong Jing paused for two seconds, then smiled faintly and brushed his fingertips across the table, this time really wiping out the divination plate.
Rong Jing originally planned to wait until the time he calculated arrived before going to the Xibeijiang Bridge to take another look, but he didn't expect that before he went there, Xie's family sent someone to his house first.
When Rong Jing got up early in the morning, he had a vague premonition and casually calculated his fortune, which turned out to be a very auspicious sign.
…It’s actually not bad.
Rong Jing raised his eyebrows and put away the hexagram.
After breakfast, Rong Jing put the dishes into the dishwasher and went to the living room to read the script for a while.
Regarding the contract, the crew had already contacted Xun Hao. He now had Wang Boyui looking after him, and the crew didn't play any tricks on the contract, so the signing went very smoothly, and the time to join the crew was almost set.
Master Rong can be said to be born with a natural knowledge of metaphysics, but when it comes to the modern performing arts... he still needs to think carefully.
Fortunately, the obsession in his mind had calmed down a lot after he got the role of "Ming Yuan Tianshi", and Rong Jing didn't need to spend more time and energy to suppress it.
After reading the entire script again, Rong Jing marked some parts whose emotions he could not quite understand. Seeing that the time was almost up, he got up and went to find the remaining tea leaves to make some.
Just as the tea was ready, the doorbell rang.
Rong Jing raised his eyes and walked over to open the door.
"Hello, is this Rong Jing, Mr. Rong?"
A middle-aged man who looked vaguely familiar was standing in front of his door. When he saw Rong Jing coming to open the door, he glanced at his long silver hair and greeted him warmly with a smile.
Rong Jing blinked and replied calmly, "Yeah."
secretary:"……"
Why does this Mr. Rong seem to be a little more...eccentric than the information they found?
However, he has been following Xie Xuanqing for many years and has endured the cold attacks from his boss, so he has already gotten used to it.
The smile on her face did not change at all, and she even quickly caught some of Rong Jing's psychological activities from his calm eyes: "Mr. Rong, do you still remember me? We met two days ago."
Yes, the next second after the meeting, his boss sent him to look up the news about Mr. Rong Jingrong.
But the image created from those previous materials and the real image of Rong Jing that I actually saw face to face... the difference is too great.
He didn't know if it was because of the influence of the silver hair, or maybe it was the psychological hint from some of the things he found out about Rong Jing in the past half month, but he always felt that the young man in front of him looked much more mysterious and ethereal than the "Rong Jing" of the past.
"Remember." Rong Jing glanced behind him calmly, then retracted his gaze and made way for him, "Come in."
The secretary smiled and thanked him, but did not come in first. Instead, he stepped back, revealing the figure behind him.
Xie Xuanqing looked stern, his deep eyes quietly glanced at the back of the silver-haired young man. After a second, he retracted his gaze and walked in.
Three cups of tea that had been brewed long ago were quietly placed on the coffee table. Rong Jing sat down on one of the sofas, picked up one of the cups and took a sip.
His posture was very natural and casual, yet it seemed to carry an indescribable aura of coolness and dignity.
The secretary looked at him and felt that he looked familiar.
Two seconds later, Xie Xuanqing also sat down on the sofa opposite Rong Jing. The secretary looked around at the two people's movements: "..."
I simply followed him and found a seat to sit down.
The three people sat apart like the vertices of a triangle. The secretary sat on the largest sofa, but he always felt something was wrong.
Rong Jing didn't notice his discomfort. His eyes gently swept across Xie Xuanqing's face, then he raised his hand and pushed a cup of tea over.
Xie Xuanqing never ate much outside food, but when he glanced at the indifferent expression of the young man opposite him, he raised his hand and took the teacup for some unknown reason.
Secretary: “…” Okay, he’ll carry it himself!
A stem of tender yellow tea leaves floated in the light green tea. The secretary took a sip and a burst of sweet breath rushed into his throat.
The secretary was shocked, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he felt refreshed.
Can this wonderful feeling really only be achieved by ordinary tea?
He subconsciously looked at his boss's face, but Xie Xuan took a sip of tea, his expression remained unchanged, as if it was just ordinary tea leaves???
Rong Jing was not too surprised.
The evil spirit on Xie Xuanqing's body was so strong that it was no less than that of a thousand-year-old evil ghost. Although his tea was nourished with spiritual energy, those tiny spiritual energies would be completely devoured by the vast evil spirit, let alone any special feeling.
But the secretary is different. He has been with Xie Xuanqing for many years, so it is inevitable that he will be stained with a bit of evil spirit——
This bit of evil energy didn't have much impact on his fate, but some minor illnesses were inevitable. The cup of tea that Rong Jing gave him just helped him to dissolve the evil energy and fed it back to his body, so he naturally felt a lot more relaxed.
The secretary couldn't help but lower his head and drink two more sips. He felt warm all over and had never felt so comfortable before.
He gently stroked the cup with his fingers, glanced at Xie Xuanqing, and when he spoke again, his tone sounded a lot more respectful: "I am sorry to bother you this time because I have something to ask Mr. Rong."
He paused for a moment, and seeing that Rong Jing did not seem impatient, he felt relieved and asked carefully, "I wonder if Mr. Rong... has heard about what happened on the Xibei River Bridge recently?"
"I've heard of it." Rong Jing's answer was within the secretary's expectations.
He smiled and said, "Mr. Rong should also know that the Xibei River Bridge was built by the Xie Group, right? Recently, because of the incident on the Xibei River Bridge, the Xie Group has also been affected in public opinion... I heard that Mr. Rong is quite accomplished in this area, so I came to ask for help from Mr. Rong."
Rong Jing raised his eyelashes slightly, and his eyes fell on Xie Xuanqing: "Hmm?"
But isn't it said in public opinion that the head of the Xie family doesn't believe in metaphysics?
Xie Xuanqing: "..."
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