20demayo Chapter 149 It should have been a very auspicious day!
Chapter 149 It should have been a very auspicious day!
The city was rebuilt from ruins.
The boy sat in the car, quietly observing everything around him. Many people wore sorrowful expressions and looked emaciated. Many of them had long since lost loved ones and friends.
The Jiang Clan Ancestral Hall was built in a remote area of the original city, and many of the ancestral tablets here have been dug out of the ground.
Jiang Hui, along with Jiang Ci, went from house to house to express their gratitude to everyone who had unearthed the Jiang family ancestral tablet, and brought plenty of gifts as a token of their appreciation.
Jiang Ci saw his father directly slip money to people.
Indeed, at this time, money is the most important thing for them to rebuild their new home.
As early as the first day after the earthquake in the original city, when the news was just released, Jiang Hui, on behalf of the Jiang Group, immediately organized manpower and resources for disaster relief. Even the mayor of the original city came out to express his gratitude to the Jiang Group.
Jiang Hui parked his car at the entrance of a small alleyway, surrounded by devastation.
"Your uncle is stuck in traffic and hasn't arrived yet. I'm going to have a smoke this afternoon."
Jiang Ci looked down at his phone and nodded casually.
Jiang Hui got out of the car and closed the door. He stood there straight, squinting, watching the busy people coming and going, and sighed deeply. The dim, gray-white sky seemed to be filled with smog.
Not far away, a little girl with a ponytail was holding a photo frame, her eyes red and swollen, and she was blocking a tall, thin boy, asking him something.
She was excited, gesturing wildly with her hands. The boy opposite her seemed somewhat helpless, repeating the same sentence over and over again.
Jiang Hui inadvertently glanced at the girl who looked similar to Shen Xi, perhaps even like his own child, and stared at her a few more times.
The girl looked terrified and desperate. The tall, thin girl covered her face, squatted on the ground, and broke down in tears. There were few people around, so the boy didn't notice them. He squatted down with his back to Jiang Hui and gently patted the girl's shoulder, seemingly to comfort her.
Jiang Hui watched calmly, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the grayish-white smoke curling and rising into the sky.
He understood their conversation.
Do you know where he is? Is he alright?
"He's gone. He's dead. Not even his bones remain."
You must live well.
He sighed silently. This was yet another poor child who had lost family and friends because of the earthquake.
"Father, are you ready? Second Uncle has arrived."
Jiang Ci frowned slightly and looked through the glass window at his father, who seemed to be lost in thought.
He was in a rush; he needed to hurry back to school after finishing here.
The cold sound quickly woke Jiang Hui up, as if someone had stuffed a large block of ice into his bed while he was sleeping.
"Here he comes." Jiang Hui was still a little afraid of his son, after all, he always felt guilty.
The girl and boy stayed in that place.
……
Rebuilding the ancestral hall is a complex project.
When Uncle Jiang came, he personally brought two feng shui masters dressed in traditional Chinese robes. I heard that these two were very famous in the feng shui world.
Uncle Jiang was a staunch non-marriage advocate, but he was also very superstitious. He always carried two copper coins with him and two tortoise shells in his pocket, and he would consult fortune tellers whenever he had free time.
Jiang Hui was always furious with his younger brother because his second uncle almost never got a good result when he did fortune telling.
This would be unpleasant for anyone to hear.
Today is an exception. This ancestral hall is where our ancestors lived. After they pass away, they will also want to squeeze into it. It's better to do some calculations so that future generations don't kneel in the wrong place.
These two feng shui masters, wearing black sunglasses, shook their hands and determined the feng shui was perfect—southeast.
And so the location for the ancestral hall was chosen.
Jiang Ci, who had been quietly watching everything from the sidelines, looked somewhat puzzled. Could this master really be so accurate in his predictions?
Just as the feng shui master was about to leave, suddenly, a pair of black canvas shoes covered in mud stopped in front of Jiang Ci.
In an instant, all eyes were on the two of them. Jiang Hui watched calmly, while Uncle Jiang listened intently, as if he wanted to eavesdrop on Jiang Ci.
Jiang Ci's pupils were pitch black, and he stared at him expressionlessly.
When their eyes met
The feng shui master's gaze was distant, his eyes filled with sorrow, his lips trembling as he sighed, "How pitiful! How tragic! This child should have had great fortune, how could this happen?! Is it really possible?!"
He spoke with deep sorrow, then walked away quickly with heavy steps, leaving only one sentence behind.
Life is too short; don't force things that shouldn't be forced.
Uncle Jiang listened to this in disbelief, full of admiration. His nephew usually didn't even dare to talk nonsense in front of him, but this newcomer had said it all at once.
It should have been a very auspicious day, but now it's considered inauspicious?!
Jiang Ci turned away indifferently, not caring about the matter.
When Jiang Hui finally realized what was happening, he was furious, his handsome face turning bright red with anger. His voice was unusually loud, as if he were arguing with someone.
"What did that lousy master just say? He said Jiang Ci was a pity, he said Jiang Ci was pitiful, and that it should have been auspicious, but now? What does 'now' mean?"
This man, who had spent his entire life in the business world and had never argued or raised his voice in a fight, suddenly found his eyes bloodshot in this small city.
Seeing that his older brother was really angry, Uncle Jiang quickly went over to comfort him.
"Oh dear, this guy is definitely talking nonsense. Don't take it too seriously. The child is perfectly fine, isn't he?"
This words of comfort caused Jiang Huiyi's eyes to immediately fix on Jiang Ershu.
Uncle Jiang was horrified by the stares.
"Where did you find this old swindler?"
Uncle Jiang scratched his head in a panic, begging for forgiveness, and quickly explained.
"I've been hanging out with a group of Taoist priests for a while now, and one of them knows that feng shui master from earlier. He's quite famous in the feng shui world, so I did some digging and found out that he's a disciple of Master Yuanhui. Master Yuanhui, you know, he's the legendary Master Yuanhui who can predict everything under the heavens. I figured if I couldn't invite Master Yuanhui, inviting his disciple would be pretty much the same."
But who could have imagined that all of this would backfire?
When Jiang Hui heard the name Yuanhui, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He quickly said with a stern face, "You found out he's Master Yuanhui's disciple, so he is? Master Yuanhui disappeared for many years, and no one can find him. How could he suddenly have a disciple? You're completely confused!!"
Uncle Jiang scratched his forehead and thought about it. "That makes sense. How could Yuan Hui, who lives in legends, suddenly have a disciple?"
Tsk, it seems he's been fooled again.
Now Uncle Jiang felt even more guilty when he looked at Jiang Hui, and he didn't dare to look his nephew in the eye.
Jiang Ci felt no emotion whatsoever; it was as if he were watching a farce. After finalizing the location, he immediately sent a message to the contact person to arrange for expansion.
Jiang Ci felt that relying on just these two arguing brothers, he wouldn't be able to go back for a year. Instead of wasting time doubting this and that, he might as well do something practical so he could go back sooner.
After all that busy work, the day quickly passed.
Jiang Ci lay on the large white bed in the hotel, propped up on his legs, looking down at his phone, the screen frozen on a chat box, sitting there motionless.
The phone didn't vibrate at all.
Jiang Ci watched coldly as he swiped his phone, his finger hovering over the video call frame.
After maintaining this position for ten minutes,
My phone chimed.
Shen Xi: [An unexpected painter came to today's art exhibition. It's amazing! I never imagined this artist from the Hua family was from Hunan. Oh dear, I just checked the time, and it's so late getting back from the exhibition!]
Jiang Ci read these few lines over and over again, his lips twitching slightly before he finally moved his fingers and slowly began to tap the screen.
Jiang Ci: [I just finished working on this myself. Were there any interesting paintings at today's exhibition? Who's the artist? If you have his contact information, we could go visit him together.]
When Jiang Ci finished typing, he felt a tightness in his chest. He glanced at his phone, then got up and did sit-ups.
But Shen Xi on this side was even faster, replying almost instantly.
Shen Xi: [There was an interesting painting. It was just two random strokes, one horizontal and one vertical. I heard it was the daughter of someone with connections who wanted to show off her intelligence and managed to get it into an art exhibition. But what was interesting was that two experts came and immediately said, "This painting is valuable! It must have been painted by a senior, experienced painter." They even explained that those two strokes had profound meaning, and went on and on. Everyone present was laughing so hard they almost cried. Hahahaha!]
After Jiang Ci finished doing sit-ups, he looked at this interesting text on his phone, and a scene involuntarily popped into his mind.
A little girl saw this speechless painting, listened to the boring expert's words, and secretly laughed to herself.
Oh no, it's not necessarily just one person secretly laughing.