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Mr. Feng Shui Wang Yi is a bad negotiator.
The wind outside has stopped, and a few twigs of willow trees listlessly block out the sunshine, while dropping shadows to confuse the ants on the ground. But inside the window, Joe banxian sat awkwardly at his desk, looking rather nervous. His forehead and cheeks are slightly red, and his eyes are condensed on a scribbled printing paper on the table. The pattern on the paper looks sloppy, but if you think about it carefully, you will know that Joe banxian spent some time on it. He wants to know some information through pictures, but this information makes him feel more and more uneasy.
"Facing east and west, the owner's divination should be earthquake divination, so to speak-"His eyebrows frowned slightly, and a pen in his hand kept shaking in the northwest corner of Nine palace map. This is where he will discuss business with Hublot in the afternoon. Now, just at the junction of the northwest grid and the west grid, there is a set of sofa, and there is a coffee table opposite the sofa. The tea table is slightly tilted in the circle, the two uneven bars are sofas, and the tea table is pressed at the junction he cares about.
Joe banxian shook the white bell ―― every year, he decorated it with different materials according to the style of the fleeting flying star. This year, the button to ring the bell is in the form of white waves, …
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