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Chapter 136 - 112 Meng Feng Shui Study_3

Chapter 136: Chapter 112 Meng Feng Shui Study_3

He suppressed the panic in his eyes, struggling to remain calm, yet his mind buzzed.

Does the other person know? Why? Who on earth is he?!

Everyone immediately crowded around, this was a pair of pure white, exquisitely crafted elephant statues placed in front of the living room.

Wang Zhao Ping circled the sculptures twice, the two elephants were seamless, and there seemed to be no issues whatsoever.

"How do you know there’s something wrong with them?" he wondered.

Well! Archie, that’s a good question, I’m stumped for an answer at the moment, I might have to make something up on the spot.

"Left is the Azure Dragon, right the White Tiger, before the Vermilion Bird and behind the Black Tortoise, ever heard of that?"

"Of course!" Everyone was familiar with this one.

"The Four Symbols correspond to gold, wood, water, and fire. Do you know what element these elephants represent?"

"Uh... no, we don’t." The crowd looked at each other, baffled.

"How about Qian, Kun, Kan, Li, Zhen, Gen, Xun, Dui, heaven and earth, water and fire, thunder, mountain, wind, and the lake, oxen, pigs, pheasants, dragons, dogs, chickens, sheep, northwest, north by northwest, south by southeast, east by northeast, and southeast by southwest, do you understand that?"

"Nope! That’s beyond me too!" Wang Zhao Ping was confused.

Don’t understand? If you don’t understand, should I explain it?

"So I won’t go into detail, I can’t explain it to you clearly, but from the perspective of wind-water study, these elephants simply can’t be placed here!

You’ll lose wealth! Get it now?"

Uh... your reasoning is so solid I can’t argue with that.

It sounds unscientific, but we can’t really argue when you bring up wind-water study—its cachet is just too high...

Seeing Meng Lang’s conviction, Wang Zhao Ping, who didn’t want to go back empty-handed, naturally chose to believe it, and he began to observe carefully again.

If one were to hide something inside a statue, the most likely part would be...

He immediately turned his attention to the elephants’ swollen bellies!

In everyone’s astonished gaze, he lay down directly, wriggling his body underneath the elephant’s belly.

Ma Liang’s eyes were already brimming with uncontrollable panic.

After probing carefully for a while and discovering nothing, Wang Zhao Ping crawled out and went to check under the belly of the other elephant.

His fingers swept over the smooth surface of the statue’s belly when suddenly his movements paused, and his eyes lit up.

He came out and rolled up his sleeves, saying, "Elder Lin, get the cutting tools ready!"

Seeing a real police officer go to get the tools, Ma Liang immediately panicked and, unable to care about anything else, blocked Wang Zhao Ping’s path.

"Hey! Wait! What are you trying to do?

I warn you, this is an artwork made of white jade. One statue alone is worth at least thirty to forty thousand, and this is a pair—the value is ruined if you lose one!

It’s fine to proceed, but if you damage them, who’s going to pay for it?"

Thirty to forty thousand? Aren’t two then sixty to seventy thousand?

The crowd turned to the expert present for confirmation, and seeing a slight nod, even Wang Zhao Ping started having second thoughts.

If the item was found it’d be easy to justify, but if it wasn’t, who would compensate for the sixty to seventy thousand?

He’d have liked to be firm, but with a salary of less than ten thousand a month and a paltry three-digit sum in savings, he couldn’t afford to be.

Should he apply for funds from his wife?

Still pondering...

[Ding! 100,000 yuan has been deposited into your Alipay account.]

Everyone stared in astonishment at Wang Zhao Ping’s phone.

A faint voice came through, "No worries, cut it! If nothing comes out, I’ll take the blame!"

This...

Wang Zhao Ping’s mind buzzed—hadn’t he seen something like this before?

He had forgotten that this guy was suddenly wealthy, but why did being slammed with money feel so... exhilarating?

Elder Lin next to him was almost green with envy.

Was this person really a snitch, or a financier?

It’s one thing to find clues and study wind-water, but to provide funds as well!?

If there were such high-quality informants, could I please get a dozen?

Ma Liang stood there in a daze, utterly despondent.

There was only one thought in his mind at that moment...

Why bother with appraising antiques when I should have learned wind-water geomancy!

Ma Liang, hoodwinked by "Meng’s Wind-Water Study," let out a cry of despair from his soul...