"Is the feng shui in the village not good? I feel like the feng shui in the village is pretty good!"
Chen Nian heard the village head's complaints and was somewhat unsupportive of what the village head said.
If the village and ancestral tomb's feng shui were bad, how could I have possibly returned home alive? I would have been discarded long ago.
My smooth sailing is entirely thanks to Master Fuli, the positioning of the ancestral tomb, and the triple effort of Mazu.
Chen Nian felt the feng shui in the village was quite good, and was just about to donate three million to the village to renovate the ancestral shrine.
"......" Old Chen rolled his eyes, utterly uninterested in Chen Nian's words.
If the village's feng shui were good, then what about Chen Nian's cousin, Chen Xiaojie, who graduated from Jinling Polytechnic, and after a failed startup, was like he was possessed—doing nothing and staying home, claiming he was researching something optical?
