Because Yinlong Village has a good standard of living and is still an advanced civilized village in China, the village head is not willing to take the risk of mining, unlike other village heads being moved by dividends.

Hu Yongjin glanced up and down at Chu Qianli suspiciously, frowning: "Lao Li, I think you are confused by superstition. You call a little girl a master!?"

The village head hurriedly said: "People have been in this business since they were born. They work longer than I was the director. Master, please quickly tell him why Yinlong Mountain can't move."

Chu Qianli was taken aback, her face was confused: "Huh? Just say that?"

The village chief urged expectantly: "Yes, yes, you didn't read Feng Shui with another Master Chu at the beginning, so you brought out his remarks. What is imaged in the sky, formed on the ground, and the head of the mountain is irritating and friendly..."

Chu Qianli nodded clearly, and solemnly said: "Oh, Yinlong Mountain cannot be mined, because green water and green mountains are the golden mountains and silver mountains. Protecting the ecological environment means protecting productivity, and improving the ecological environment means developing productivity. We must abandon damage or even destroy the ecology. The development model of the environment, abandoning the short-sighted practice of sacrificing the environment for a while..."①

Hu Yongjin: "?"

The village chief said anxiously: "Oh, it's not this paragraph. It's a feudal superstition! You said he doesn't understand this!"

Chu Qianli was righteous and strict: "Director, why do you slander people out of thin air? I never engage in feudal superstition!"

"Why didn't you do it? Your grandfather is Feng Shui. You used to tell fortunes in the village to make money?"

"Nonsense! We are just chatting with people to exchange eggs. Advanced Civilization Village never engages in fortune-telling!"

Wang Ping: "I can give her a testimony, but I always get eggs without money."

Talking about Twilight Star: "..."

Tan Muxing has already added her conventional logic in her mind. The astrologer is not a fortune teller, so she is not engaged in superstition. She is a firm believer in Marxism.

Hu Yongjin found that the village chief was worried, and he started playing emotional cards again, saying loudly: "Old Li, don't worry about it. We've seen Mr. Feng Shui go up the mountain a long time ago. Mining will not affect anything. You see, we dig a lot. Are you okay all year?"

"The other side of Yinlong Mountain is connected to our village. I came here after looking for someone to see it. Although I don't believe this, the process is still there!"

The village chief hesitated: "Have you found someone to see it? It's really okay?"

"Of course, why did I lie to you!"

Chu Qianli blinked and said in doubt: "Did you look for a Feng Shui master to see it?"

"Yes, yeah, I'll choose a site for the mining site."

"When did he go up the mountain?"

Hu Yongjin said with a guilty conscience: "Just, just what happened last Sunday, and then tell us it's okay, I won't rush over to find Old Li..."

"I came back in one day? What do you think?"

"Just take the compass to go up the mountain, look at whatever you want, the mountain is not particularly big, one day is enough..."

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