Volume 473 Immortals, Magic Sticks?

"The only ones left to stand firm are Jackie Chan and Jet Li from mainland China. Isn't it because they suit Hollywood's appetite? All of them are martial arts stars. The productions they receive, and those who can be the protagonists are not all B-type investments. ?”

"It's hard for an Asian male movie star who started out as a literary film to rise to the B level!"

Martha's words were really blunt. As soon as she pressed the button, Qin Guan's file was slowly entered into the partition of the file room under the action of the machine.

According to his category impression, his file was quietly classified into the c mark, and among the preferred positions, it could only be ranked in the middle.

An award that can be regarded as a pivotal award in any country, but here in Hollywood, it is just a little bit of weight to increase one's worth.

There is only one criterion for people to judge, commercial value, you will be given more or less opportunities, and the final box office result is the measure of your status in their hearts.

In the face of the strict law of the jungle, everyone can only sigh.

In another city, Qin Guan, who didn't pay much attention to his files, was indeed busy in his renovated office.

Xu Xiaoxiao, who is very superstitious about Chinese Fengshui, and Lan Jin, who was booing aside, invited a Fengshui master over as a gift for the opening.

In the office, Qin Guan was directing his own cheap employees, setting up tables and chairs over there, when there was a clear ringing sound from outside the office.

A middle-aged man dressed in a blue silk and satin Tang suit, wearing black cloth shoes, carrying a rough linen backpack, with short hair and three long beards, Shi Shiran stood in front of Qin Guan's company.

Xu Xiaoxiao on the side nodded and bowed a little, stretched his right hand forward in front of the middle-aged man, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Master, this way please, you always help my friend to see if there is anything that needs to be changed in the structure of this office."

Qin Guan, who was holding a chair in the office, had a black line on one end, and Cong Nianwei who was next to him didn't know why, but was inexplicably poked at the point of laughter.

But she, who has never been rude in front of people, can only turn her head away, her shoulders trembling...

Where did this treasure come from? Looking at Lan Jin's expression on the side, he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

This middle-aged man with the "immortal style and bones" did not panic because of Xu Xiaoxiao's words of master, but accepted the title calmly.

He first twirled his naturally drooping beard, put one hand behind his back, and walked around the office in a calm manner.

Because of his thin body, the broad robes all over his body swayed in the wind when he was walking, and he had the demeanor of a tall man.

But in the second lap, before Cong Nianwei turned around and turned around, the expert here stopped.

"Hmm!" He cleared his throat, and slightly tilted his head in Xu Xiaoxiao's direction, "Is the structure of the houses here reasonable?"

"Sitting north facing south, the sunlight is transparent, the space layout is suitable, and the utilization rate is quite high..." The expert on this side shook his head and explained, and Cong Nianwei on the other side trembled again.

This agent is a virtuous agent who takes everyone to look at second-hand houses.

"But..." The middle-aged man's voice paused, he let go of his hand that was twirling his beard, shook his head slightly, and sighed.

As soon as Xu Xiaoxiao, who was at the side, had a turning point when he heard this, he couldn't help being startled. He hurriedly leaned in the direction of the expert: "Mr. Zhong, tell me, what's wrong with my buddy's company?"

Veteran Zhong narrowed his eyes, and smiled softly: "For the sake of seeing so many Feng Shui sessions for your father, I don't feel embarrassed to scare you...help your friend resolve it."

Here one person spoke solemnly, while the other listened seriously, Qin Guan took the opportunity to wave to Lan Jin who was following them.

The little yellow hair ran up to Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei, bared his teeth and asked, "What's the matter? I'm still watching the fun."

Qin Guan quietly pulled Lan Jin closer, pushed his chin towards Xu Xiaoxiao's direction, and asked in a low voice: "What's going on? What's the reason?"

Lan Jin is also quite a gossiper, and he moved his head towards him: "I acted as a driver on the way here, and these two guys are sitting in the back seat bragging."

"I heard that Xu Xiaoxiao was recommended by the third nephew of Xu Xiaoxiao's brother's cousin. It is said that he is a branch disciple of the top-notch Maoshan Sect who came from the mainland."

"I have done Feng Shui for many of the shops under Xu Xiaoxiao's father. The Chinese circle is so big, and those shops are smooth, which makes them famous."

"It's not that you don't know, Xu Xiaoxiao is so obsessed with ancient Chinese art, even if you tell him that there are phoenixes in the deep mountains and old forests, he might believe it."

Cong Nianwei on the side suppressed a smile and asked her own question: "Isn't the Maoshan sect catching ghosts? There are still Maoshan Taoist priests in China?"

Lan Jin curled his lips over there, and returned: "Oh, he said that he is a branch of the lay school who specializes in Fengshui. I don't quite understand what is rational and styled. What he said is so mysterious."

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei looked at each other, thinking that it was Xu Xiaoxiao's good intentions anyway, and it wouldn't affect anything, so let these two make trouble.

Thinking of Qin Guan here, he signaled to the little girls headed by Liu Tianxia who were still busy in the office to take a rest first.

When this expert named Zhong Changjie finishes the arrangement, they will continue to do it.

So everyone took a small stool, lined up quietly in a row, and lay on the back of the chair, watching the two people in the arena busy there.

"The distance between the company and the building on the left and right is less than half a foot. It's too close, and it's a bit short and aggrieved. It's not conducive to the spread of the condensed evil spirit, but it will easily bite back on the people working here."

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were a little dazed. The buildings on Wall Street counted one by one, and those buildings were not next to each other. What the hell is that condensed evil spirit?

"Master, is there a way to resolve it?"

"Since the narrowness can't be dredged, I think it's better to find two evil spirits and place them one on the left and one on the right in front of the company's door." Zhong Changjie glanced at the transparent glass door and continued: "If you are afraid of throwing it on the door Just inside!"

Hello! Who would put two stone lions in an accounting firm, and who would steal them!

Before we finished the calculation, Zhong Changjie's voice came up again: "Again, the glass of the opposite building is shining brightly. The sun shines in the morning and reflects inside the company. It's not the light that shines, and there may be a dirty atmosphere..." (Unfinished tt to be continued.)

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