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"Ding Ding Ding — —" The ringtone of his phone was not easily noticed in the noisy KTV.

"Your phone rang." Zhou Heng reminded Miss Tong.

"No — I'm sorry!" Miss Tong took out her mobile, looked at the name on the screen, then quickly ran out of the KTV's private room.

"Hello." Miss Tong answered the phone.

"Miss." The voice on the other end was extremely respectful.

"Gauguin." At this time, Miss Tong's identity had already changed from a shy university girl to the head of Chinese feng shui, "If there's anything, say it."

"Yes." Gauguin was already old enough to be Miss Tong's grandfather, but he was still respectful to him. Miss Tong also accepted the respect with peace of mind.

Gauguin noticed the ruckus in the background over at the Miss Tong. He wanted to ask where Miss Tong was and what he was doing, but the gap between their identities prevented him from asking.

He could only choose to listen to Miss Tong's orders and report the news that she received.

"Miss, there's news from Beiping."

"Oh?" Miss Tong brought the phone closer to her ear. With regards to the Beiping, this was the most important matter for the current Tong Family. If not for the support of Beiping, he would not have been able to hold the position of the number one noble family in the Chinese feng shui for so many years.

"Before the Wind Water Sacrifice, Beiping had invited many Feng Shui Family s over. They wanted to participate in a small exchange competition." The wording used by Gauguin was all from his side, so he did not dare to tamper with it.

"A small exchange?" Miss Tong frowned.

"Yes," the Gauguin said, "but the Beiping has already promised us that regardless of the results of this exchange, this year's Wind Water Sacrifice will be handed over to us, the Tong Family, to host."

"Yes." Miss Tong was deep in thought at the other end of the phone. The current situation in the Beiping was very different from before. As the Tong Family continued to decline step by step near the sea, the people who supported the Tong Family also gradually grew suspicious. The new Patriarch of the Tong Family was so young, could he really hand over such an important matter to her? Miss Tong completely understood their suspicions, so she was prepared to prove it herself during this year's Wind Water Sacrifice.

But this "little" exchange, which did not seem to affect the overall situation, had instead given Miss Tong a reminder. Those were the factions that had always been suppressed by the factions that supported the Tong Family and opposed them. They finally had the chance to raise their heads. If Tong Family were to lose this time, even if she would be able to achieve perfection in the Wind Water Worship, those opponents could still say, "There will be people who can do better than her."

In other words, the Beiping's opposition had agreed to allow the Miss Tong to host this year's Feng Shui Sacrifice, and requested for the support faction to hold an exchange competition. If Tong Family did not perform well in this exchange, it would be hard to say whether there would be a next year after this year. And once Seaside's boss lost his power and influence, the effect would definitely not be as simple as just exchanging a host for the Feng Shui Sacrifice once a year. Not only would the entire Chinese feng shui be reshuffled, the political structure of the Beiping would also change accordingly.

The Wind Water Sacrifice was no longer the simple test for Wind Water.

Damn political struggle. The Miss Tong hated to get involved with these things, but as the Patriarch of the Tong Family, she was already involved. Not only was she unable to escape, she was dragged to the center of the vortex.

"Regarding the exchange competition," Miss Tong said into the phone, "The four elders must do their best to help me."

"Naturally, those with the surname Gao would not hesitate to die." Gauguin immediately expressed his loyalty on the other side of the phone.

"But, but —" Gauguin suddenly started to stutter.

"But what? Tell me." Miss Tong had no choice but to be strict with this old man.

"However, if it's only the four of us old fellows, I don't think we have any chance of winning." Gauguin unwillingly spoke out the truth.

"It doesn't matter," the Miss Tong said with a smile. "I will also come out myself."

"No, no!" Even if it was the decision of the current Tong Family, he had no choice but to raise an objection, "Miss, we four old things can go down and lose face, but you absolutely cannot!"

"Are you saying that my end will be shameful?" Miss Tong asked him.

"No, no, no!" Gauguin directly knelt on the ground and slapped his own lips. The old man loudly apologized to Miss Tong, "Miss, this was not what Gao meant!"

"Gauguin!" Miss Tong did not know that Gauguin would have such an overreaction. would never speak to him in such a strict manner, "Quickly stop, we can discuss everything slowly."

The Gauguin listened to Miss Tong and stopped talking, but she still remained kneeling on the ground and did not stand up. However, Miss Tong, who was on the other end of the phone, did not know this.

Miss, you are the manager of Tong Family, you cannot lose! Gauguin's voice was both high-pitched and slightly trembling. He used all his strength to say these words.

Miss Tong closed her eyes on the other end of the phone, her eyes wet with tears. She really was useless.

Don't cry, the Miss Tong warned himself. You are the manager of the Tong Family, and shoulder the entire family's hopes. At this time, you can't be a soft little girl.

"I understand," Miss Tong tried her best to calm her tone as she said, "I understand what you mean, I won't fight with others."

If the four clan elders lost, there would still be room for negotiation. If Miss Tong lost, then Tong Family's future would truly be ruined.

No one could understand how the Miss Tong was feeling right now. She couldn't do anything even when the Tong Family was facing such a huge crisis. If she was strong enough, if she wasn't a woman, then she wouldn't have attracted the suspicion of the Beiping, and even more so, wouldn't have caused all these things today.

As the Patriarch of the Tong Family, being weak was a type of evil.

"Miss," Gauguin suddenly spoke up from the other end of the phone, "That —"

"Gauguin," Miss Tong said in a gentler tone, "If you have something to say, please say it."

"Ai, that's just, that's just a small suggestion." The Gauguin said.

"What suggestion?" Miss Tong asked.

Hearing Zhou Heng's name, Miss Tong's face immediately turned red. While Zhou Heng was treating his illness, the four elders were abroad accompanying the Acting Manager, who was also the mother of the Miss Tong, so the four elders had never met Zhou Heng.

"I think, I wonder if I could ask this young Feng Shui Master to help us," the Gauguin said as he took Zhou Heng as a Feng Shui Master, "and ask him to help us."