"Lawyer Zhao, can a paternity test be done using ashes?"
The foot-washing girl refused to give up.
Lawyer Zhao doesn't need to answer, the staff of the other two appraisal centers can respond directly.
“No ashes.”
The three families knew that their hopes were dashed, so of course they would not give up so easily. They just kept making a fuss and refused to leave.
Meng Ning was not afraid at all. He called the police directly.
The police arrived soon and after learning what had happened, they forcibly took the group away, and the mourning hall finally returned to peace.
After everyone had left, those who had been paying their respects came forward to offer their condolences.
"Wanyun, you have to be more open-minded. Men are unreliable. We still have a son!"
"Yes, Xiaoyun, those are the ones with black hearts. Or rather, those who marry into the family are not good people!"
"Yes, from what I've heard, eight out of ten sons-in-law are bad. It's not surprising that we run into one. You better cheer up as soon as possible. It's better to let this old man die!"
Meng Wanyun was a little depressed at first, but she finally felt better after being comforted by everyone. She knew that she had been laughed at today.
But there is no other way. You have to give to gain. She would rather be laughed at than let half of the Meng family's property fall into the hands of outsiders.
After everyone left, Meng Wanyun slowly walked to the coffin and looked calmly at Ye Lanfeng in the portrait.
After a long time, she turned and left.
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One day, Wei Mian suddenly received two million in cash on her bank card. When she saw it, she immediately understood what was going on.
It seems that the situation in Mrs. Meng's family has been resolved.
Thanks to Wei Mian's reminder, Mrs. Meng can live safely and healthily, and the Meng family can keep their property. This is their greatest gain.
Of course, it would not be so easy for the three companies to give up, but this time there was no legal support, so making a fuss would be futile.
But without their huge fortune, I wonder what kind of life will those three families who wanted to get something for nothing live?
Wei Mian just thought about it and quickly threw it aside. The wooden stick in her hand hit Zheng Hao's hand who was distracted with a "snap".
“Hiss~”
Zheng Hao, who was originally a little drowsy, woke up immediately and didn't dare to look up at his uncle's face.
He hurriedly continued to recite various secret spells while shaking his head. These secret spells were somewhat different from those he had learned before, but not completely different. They just seemed to be more difficult to pronounce than his own. However, at the same time, the effect was also more powerful.
Zheng Hao didn't know why this happened. His uncle clearly said that the two families came from the same sect, so how could the secret spells passed down be different?
Wei Mian was not sure about this, but she felt that it did not seem like the Zhengyang Sect's. She guessed that it might have been influenced by other sects during the process of being passed down. After all, thousands of years had passed, and no one knew what had happened in between.
But what she learned was definitely the most orthodox secret spell of the Zhengyang Sect, and she was teaching the two of them in the same way now.
Reciting the mantra is boring, but you must not make any mistakes.
Based on the changes in sound when chanting, they are divided into heart mantras, micro mantras and secret mantras.
The mantra refers to chanting with the mind without making any sound.
Micro-mantra refers to chanting the mantra softly so that only you can hear it.
A mantra refers to words spoken very quickly or with unusual rhythm so that others cannot understand the sound.
Chanting mantras not only requires correct pronunciation of the words, but is often combined with finger gestures, footwork, and breathing exercises, and one must imagine that a true god has descended.
Although Zheng Hao had dabbled in this area before, it was completely unable to meet Wei Mian's requirements, so she had to teach him everything again.
In the case that he needed to correct his original wrong foundation, Zheng Hao's learning progress was not as good as Liang Haoran's.
But Liang Haoran wasn't that fast either.
Wei Mian looked at the two of them with disgust and decided to eat an ice cream to cool down.
However, she didn't know that with the current learning speed of these two people, as long as they were allowed to go out, anyone from the Taoist sect who saw them would exclaim that they were geniuses.
Even though he despised her, Wei Mian would come back to continue teaching after he calmed down. There was no other way, he had to teach his disciple even if he had to kneel down.
However, Zheng Hao was not a pushover. He could always come up with all sorts of weird reasons to avoid punishment. Every time Wei Mian punished him for failing his studies, this kid could always find an excuse.
Sometimes he didn't know what he was thinking, thinking that his height and long legs could help him avoid the bamboo stick in his uncle's hand. However, every time he ran around the yard, he would be quickly pinned down and eventually get a good beating.
Time passed day by day, and Wei Mian also took the time to organize her graduation thesis. Anyway, she had no plans to continue her postgraduate studies. The original girl's obsession was only to go to college, and it was completely worthy of her that she could get a diploma.
In mid-June, Wei Mian easily passed her thesis defense, but her diploma would not be issued until three months later, and her university life finally came to an end.
The classmates in the class were reluctant to let go. The person who seemed annoying to them in the past now seemed a little cute.
Thinking about the fact that everyone will go their separate ways in the future and there may not be a chance to see each other again, many people had tears in their eyes.
For three consecutive days, Wei Mian attended farewell dinners of various small or large groups. Some people in the class chose to return to their hometowns to develop. Their families had already paved the way for them, so they just had to go back and follow the steps.
Some people choose to go out and try their luck, such as going to first-tier cities like Beijing and Shanghai, while they are still young and have time to waste. Even if they fail, they can just start over.
Otherwise, when you reach middle age, you will regret it.
Some students also plan to stay in Qingping. They have already found jobs here and the development prospects are good. They want to try again. If possible, there would be nothing wrong with settling down in Qingping in the future.
For example, Wang Xiaoqi, Feng Jing, and several other classmates in the class also have this intention.
Moreover, if their workplaces are not far from each other, three or two of them can rent a house together so that they can take care of each other.
Wang Xiaoqi and Feng Jing chose to rent a house together. They chose a two-bedroom apartment, which was about 70 square meters. The monthly rent was 2,500 yuan. In addition to the water and electricity bills, they shared the rent equally, so each person paid about 1,500 yuan a month.
Wei Mian also went to take a look. The security in the community where the house was located was very good and the environment was also good. It was quite safe for two girls to live there.
After the busy graduation season is over, even if everyone is reluctant, they have to rush towards a new life.
Everyone was nervous and hopeful, but Wei Mian didn't feel anything at all. He ran between the fortune-telling shop and the Bishui Garden every day.
Occasionally she has to check Feng Shui for clients, and business trips are commonplace, but she doesn't have any sense of urgency to make money. When she goes out to check Feng Shui, she sometimes stays in the local area for a few days if she is in a good mood.
Time passed day by day, and soon it was September, and the Feng Shui Master Competition in Hong Kong City was about to begin.
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