The Tempting Road to Becoming an Official

This Daoist Tong Xuan, legend has it that he can predict and calculate, connecting with the Heavenly Court above and the hell below, is a "Living Immortal" famous within ten miles and eight villages.

This Living Immortal told Ye Fuqiang that if he wants to hold his current position securely and rise step by step, then the place where he usually stays is very important.

The site where the district committee courtyard was previously located played a counteracting role for Ye Fuqiang. If he stayed there long term, it wouldn't be long before his political career came to an end.

Ye Fuqiang was greatly shocked upon hearing this.

He immediately asked the Daoist to provide guidance.

The Daoist performed a round of mysterious operations.

He told him that Nanmen Village was a Feng Shui treasure land, predominantly advantageous for Ye Fuqiang's fortune, and if he could stay in that place long-term, his entire luck would soar.

To live in Nanmen Village for a long time, there was only one way, which was to move the district committee courtyard to Nanmen Village.

He acted upon it immediately.

After returning, Ye Fuqiang listed a slew of reasons for relocating the courtyard.

The city initially did not approve.

Ye Fuqiang directly played his trump card, saying he would relocate the district committee courtyard with self-raised funds.

As a result, the application was approved.

The pace was swift, completing the demolition in a few months, and coupled with the construction to moving in, it only took two years.

Upon hearing this.

Chen Fang finally grasped the situation.

After all this time, Ye Fuqiang relocated the district committee courtyard to Nanmen Village for such a ridiculous reason.

At this moment.

The sky was already a bit light.

The sound of clanking noises came from outside.

Chen Fang stepped out of the tin house, seeing in the morning light that some elders were coming back from a distance, carrying and fetching water on their shoulders and hands.

Some other people had started a fire on the makeshift stove outside the tin house to prepare breakfast.

Scenes like these stabbed his eyes.

He turned around and looked at Si Ye.

He said, "Leave this matter to me. I'll deal with this Ye Fuqiang today."

Si Ye's face first revealed a trace of excitement.

Then it immediately turned gloomy.

He said, "Brother Fang, we've checked. This Ye Fuqiang is no simple character. The Vice Chairman of the Provincial Political Consultative Conference, Liu Jian, is his brother-in-law. With such a big leader backing him, not many people in Shangqing City dare touch him."

"Then let's try."

A shadowy light flashed in Chen Fang's eyes.

Those who knew him understood that he was serious now.

On the way away from the abandoned building of East Green Garden.

Chen Fang's feelings were mixed.

Perhaps at this moment, he finally understood why Shangguan Shoudong wanted to transfer him to Jiuhai Province.

The Hou Family had secretly controlled Jiuhai Province for years, and this place was already rotten to the core.

At half-past eight in the morning.

Chen Fang walked into the office.

Jiang Feng just handed over a cup of freshly brewed tea, but Chen Fang waved it away, saying, "No tea for now, go start the car, we'll take a trip to the White Crane Taoist Temple on Golden Phoenix Mountain."

"Taoist Temple? What for?"

Jiang Feng hesitated for a moment and asked.

"To burn incense."

After throwing out this sentence, Chen Fang turned around and left again.

Although Jiang Feng was clueless, he still obediently complied.

At around half-past nine.

Chen Fang arrived at the entrance of the White Crane Taoist Temple.

What appeared before him.

Was a temple that looked quite grand.

Layer upon layer, building upon building.

Without a doubt, just constructing this Taoist temple alone wouldn't have been cheap.

A little Taoist at the door saw the two of them from a distance, and when they approached, he asked, "Benefactors, what is your business here?"

Chen Fang hurriedly and respectfully said, "Daoist, the two of us have come from afar, having heard that Daoist Tong Xuan of the White Crane Taoist Temple is proficient in fate analysis. Our purpose here is to seek enlightenment from Daoist Tong Xuan."

The little Taoist, after listening, apologetically said, "Benefactors, you have truly come at an inconvenient time today. Daoist Tong Xuan is currently entertaining distinguished guests, I must trouble you to return in the afternoon."

"Go and tell your Daoist that our Chen…"

Jiang Feng was just about to speak.

Chen Fang discreetly patted him.

Seizing the conversation, he said, "Daoist, we've come a long way. Since we are here, can we wander around the temple? Rest assured, we won't forget to offer incense money."

Upon hearing this.

The little Taoist immediately became more polite.

Pointing to the main hall, he said, "Of course, you may explore at your leisure, benefactors, but the side yard is where Daoist Tong Xuan contemplates, outsiders are not allowed to intrude, please be mindful."

"Rest assured, little Daoist, we won't wander off."

After Chen Fang finished saying this, he gave Jiang Feng a look.

The two of them, one in front of the other, entered the inner hall.

If the outside was majestic and grand, then the interior of the main hall was splendidly ornate.

Today was neither the first nor the fifteenth of the month, so there weren't too many people burning incense.

The pair wandered around casually, seeing no one around, Chen Fang headed towards the side yard.

Soon.

A rounded archway appeared in front of them.

A wooden sign above the door read "No Entry for Idlers".

Chen Fang gave Jiang Feng another look.

He immediately understood the leader's intent.

After glancing around, he gently pushed the door, discovering it was locked from the inside.

A running start got him over the wall, and he vaulted down.

In a short while, the door was opened from the inside.

Closing the door behind them, a meticulously crafted Jiangnan Garden came into view.

Behind the garden was a row of houses.

From one of them, faint conversation could be heard.

Sneaking closer.

Looking in through one of the windows.

Sure enough.

Inside an elegant tea room, a Daoist in his forties, with a long beard and dressed in a Daoist robe, sat at the table.

Without a doubt, it was Daoist Tong Xuan.

Opposite him sat a trendy young lady in her thirties.

Beside her was a luxury handbag.

There's no need to say, she should be a wealthy woman.

"Lady Benefactor, judging by the divination, there could be a disaster that ruins your family soon."

Tong Xuan said while shaking his head.

The young lady immediately became nervous upon hearing this, asking, "Daoist, I don't quite understand what you mean, please enlighten me."

Tong Xuan opened his eyes and stared intently at the young lady's face, saying, "Judging by the divination, Lady Benefactor should have a well-off family background, and the main source of income is your husband, isn't it?"

"Yes, my husband is in business, and his income is decent."

The young lady nodded and said.

Tong Xuan extended his palm, feigning a calculation gesture, mystically, and said, "According to my calculations, your husband already has another woman outside, and this woman has a significant connection with him, to the point of squeezing you out of the family."

"Ah?"

The young lady gasped.

Leaning forward, she said, "Daoist, what should I do? I cannot leave him, if I do, everything I have now will be gone..."

"Lady Benefactor, there is no need to worry, since you've come to me, naturally there is a way to resolve this, just... just..."

Tong Xuan said mysteriously.

The young lady was quick to understand.

She immediately opened her bag, took out a bundle of money, totaling forty to fifty thousand, and said, "Daoist, no matter how much it costs, as long as you can help me resolve this disaster, it's fine."