Chapter 28: Return to the Tibetan Plateau, There is a Technique
Feng Tianliang found out about this from his mother. The old man didn't leave any instructions before he passed away, but he did mention this to his mother before he died.
The Feng family used to be salt merchants in Lianghuai, but they had fallen into poverty before Feng Yulin was born. In the 1940s, there was war and chaos in the world, so Feng Yulin fled with his family and settled in Beijing. He had been doing small business to make a living. After the national liberation in the 1950s, he went to work at the state-owned No. 285 Factory and worked there for nearly twenty years. When the Feng family was still not doing well, Feng Yulin met an old man named Wang.
The old man was carrying a bag of kitchen knives and setting up a stall without shouting to sell them. At that time, his family happened to be in need of a kitchen knife, so Feng Yulin wanted to buy one. Unexpectedly, the old man told him that he could take the knife first and he didn't want to pay for it. Then he asked Feng Yulin if he wanted to do business and make a lot of money. Feng Yulin said yes, so the old man told him that if he wanted to get rich, he could just take over the factory, and then sell it in 1994 and buy two pieces of land in East City and West City to change his career.
Old man Wang, who sells kitchen knives, told Feng Yulin a lot of these things. Maybe he thought the old man was interesting and he had a good memory, so he remembered all of them. When Feng Yulin was about to leave, the old man reminded him one last time, "Your family will surely be rich in forty-two years, and I will let my grandson go to you to buy the money for the kitchen knives." Feng Yulin didn't think much about it and laughed and told the old man that if my family really became rich by then, when you come to collect the debt, no matter what request you make, I will definitely agree to it as long as it is within my ability."
Unexpectedly, the old man said to him seriously: "If you say so, then our deal is done. You can keep the kitchen knife. I will send someone to collect the debt when the time comes..."
A few days after Feng Yulin bought the kitchen knife, the state-owned No. 285 Factory where he worked was restructured and was to be privatized. Feng Yulin's heart skipped a beat and he recalled what the old man had told him. So he somehow borrowed some money and sold two old items passed down from their ancestors at Panjiayuan. After getting the money, Feng Yulin took over the No. 285 Factory. From then on, the Feng family began to develop. In the early 1990s, Feng Yulin bought land in both Dongcheng and Xicheng. Is there any guess as to what happened next?
By the year 2000, even children knew what the land prices in the capital were like, and the Feng family really took off, especially Feng Tianliang's generation, which had become a big merchant in the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region.
After listening to Feng Tianliang, Yi Tianyi couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, it's really the style of a knife seller on credit, not exaggerated at all"
Yi Susu couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Dad, is the knife seller's calculation so accurate?"
“As long as you take his knife and he gives you a few pointers, it will be accurate,” Yi Tianyi said in a firm voice.
Feng Tianliang said in disbelief: "Is this really the case? Did he plot against the Feng family? If my father hadn't listened to him..."
Yi Tianyi interrupted with a sneer: "Then who knows who you are, Feng Tianliang?"
Feng Tianliang was dumbfounded. Yi Tianyi squinted his eyes and seemed to sigh. Feng Tianliang had missed a great opportunity. If he had believed everything the young man said when he came and did as he was told, then the saying "wealth cannot last for more than three generations" would not have happened to him. The knife seller on credit could at least allow his family to be rich and prosperous for three more generations.
But then again, if you put this kind of thing on someone else, they might not believe it, after all, it's too unrealistic.
At this time, Wang Jingzhe was in a hotel less than two kilometers away from Maoer Hutong. The doors and windows were closed and the curtains were drawn. The room was pitch black. On the table lay an old tortoise shell, which was covered with dense and criss-crossing lines.
The characteristics of the patterns on the turtle's shell correspond exactly to the heaven, earth and man, the Three Talents of the Eight Diagrams, and the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches in divination theory. Whether it is a coincidence or the turtle is really a divine creature, this characteristic makes the turtle an important tool in ancient divination.
Wang Jingzhe touched the lines on the tortoise shell with his right hand, and tapped the table with his left hand: "The evil night is the main one, blood will be seen, at midnight, the southern guest will arrive from the north, the distance is less than a hundred feet..."
Gui Zang has a technique for divination, and one word coming true can determine the outcome of the world!
Wang Jingzhe opened the curtains with a swish. It was already dark outside. He collected the tortoise shell and put it in his bag, then he put it on his back. He opened the door and muttered, "I won't play with you guys anymore. Go find some fun on your own..."
Wang Jingzhe slammed the door and walked out of the hotel, his figure disappearing into the night outside Maoer Hutong. Not long after, he boarded a bus heading towards Daxing, leaving the Feng family's business behind.
At this time, Yi Tianyi, Yi Susu and Feng Tianliang were still waiting for people to come to the courtyard.
At around nine o'clock in the evening, a dusty car drove to the outside of the alley. After the car stopped, two elderly men hurriedly got out. Yi Tianyi, who had received the news long ago, was already waiting at the gate of the courtyard. When he saw the people coming, he quickly bowed and said, "Master, Second Uncle-Master."
"Stop talking about small talk and talk about business. If we couldn't make it clear on the phone, please explain it to me in detail," said a tall and strong old man with thick eyebrows and long eyes in a loud voice.
"Okay, Master, this is it..." After returning to the room, Yi Tianyi recounted in detail what had happened before. The two old men did not interrupt him and kept stroking their beards and frowning. It was not until Yi Tianyi finished that an old man with high cheekbones and thin lips nodded and said to the other one next to him: "According to what Tianyi said, he is indeed the one who bought knives on credit?"
"Luo Shu Jiu Xing, this is undoubtedly a skill in Qi Men Dun Jia. None of the five sects of Xuan Men can do this. If it's not a knife, what else can it be?" The old man with thick eyebrows turned his head and smiled, and said kindly to Su Su beside him: "Xiao Su, tell your master about it? You have seen and had close contact with this person. What do you think of him?"
Yi Susu jumped up, pulled the old man's arm and shook him for a few times, then said, "He is just a pervert. He has dishonest hands and feet. He cut off my newly cut bangs. Next time I see him, I will definitely shave his head bald."
This feeling is really not good!
The old man patted Yi Susu's head and said with a smile: " It's no use seeing him again, you can't beat him..."
