Mr. Hua's words are also somewhat heartbroken.

When Fang Yuan heard this, he waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, different...but, it is indeed a little bit similar."

"Where is the similarity?" Old Man Hua smiled and said, "You'd better make it clear and don't let everyone misunderstand it."

"Then I will say it straight, although the energy in the capital is colorful and very auspicious. However, this auspicious energy floats high in the air, with some signs of being unable to gather and want to be inseparable."

Fang Yuan said bluntly: "Why is this situation? I don't need to say more about the specific reasons. At this time, I can be sure that the person above really wants to move."

In modern society, there is definitely no so-called emperor spirit, but the truth is the same. Emperor spirit has evolved into the fortune of a country. Now the country is booming, but there are traces of migration, which means that the upper class has made a decision to move the capital, and now it is an orderly preparation.

Fang Yuan glanced at a few old men and continued, "What a pity is that if it really relocated, then the impact on this ancient city will be very huge."

"...what does it mean?" asked Mr. Hua, calm on the surface, but not very calm on the inside.

At this point, Fang Yuan didn't hide it anymore and sighed: "Everyone knows that this city can now rely on the support of its huge national destiny to develop to its current scale. 6≤,ww¤w."

"But one day, this huge fortune suddenly leaves here, it is equivalent to cutting off firewood from the bottom of the pot. This seemingly prosperous city may face the danger of collapse..."

Everyone was shocked. Everyone knew that Fang Yuan was not exaggerating. He was stating the facts.

After all, the reason why the capital, as the capital has developed rapidly and achieved its prosperity today is supported by the whole country. If one day it is no longer the capital, it can also be imagined what consequences it will have.

The most intuitive manifestation is probably that the housing prices in the city center will definitely plummet from the peak and fall directly to the bottom.

You can tell if you think about it a little bit that this is equivalent to the end of the world for many people.

This is why everyone understands that moving the capital is inevitable, but there is no movement for a long time. Because modern times are not ancient. If the emperor was strong and insisted on his own, others would not be able to do anything to him, so the capital would be successfully moved.

However, in modern times, we cannot be dictatorial, we must worry about public opinion, or in other words, we must worry about the original immediate interests. If we cannot appease them, there will definitely be many troubles and there may be chaos.

The involvement in this is too great, no wonder it takes more than ten or twenty years to lay out the layout, and it still shows a little clue. And it is only in the preparation stage. When will it be implemented, maybe there is still a need to wait.

Of course, other people are worried about such a high-level matter. Fang Yuan can only sigh, but it is not his turn to point fingers.

Anyway, after listening to Fang Yuan’s explanation, Old Man Hua smiled and turned around and said, “What do you think?”

"good……"

"Can!"

"It's no worse than the boy I was yesterday."

The others nodded, with a look of praise on their faces.

At this moment, Kong Zhou smiled and said, "I said, everyone doesn't need to do anything extravagantly, it's boring."

"Master Kong, this is the process, even if it is formalism, it will be completed." Someone laughed, then took out an invitation in his arms and handed it directly to Fang Yuan.

"Is this?" Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment.

"On the Dragon Boat Festival, we will hold a symposium. I hope you can attend and participate and communicate more." The man smiled and said, "Remember to come."

While speaking, these people hugged Kong Zhou and left with laughter.

As soon as they went downstairs, Xiong Mao and others flocked to Fang Yuan, looking down at the contents of the invitation.

"Hiss..."

At first glance, many people took a breath. The content of the invitation was nothing, and it was indeed the same as the person said. Fang Yuan politely invited him to attend the Dragon Boat Festival symposium. The time and characters were very clear, but this place was envious and jealous.

That place is the legendary power center and the veritable political center. Most people only hear of it, and I am afraid that they will never have the chance to step into it in their entire lives and get close to it.

After a while, Xiong Mao recovered and said with a long breath: "I said, someone must have come to him on his own initiative, and he didn't expect it to be so soon."

"I didn't expect that it was the Northern Saint who personally took action..." Cai Jianzhong also sighed a little: "I heard of the great name for a long time, and it is well-known. When I saw it today, it is indeed worthy of its reputation."

"The building is wrong, don't be off-topic." Bao Longtu pointed to the invitation and said with a red face: "The key is this... By the way, can this invitation bring several people with you?"

"Haha." Xiong Mao smiled bitterly, "Brother Bao, you don't have to think about it anymore. In such a place, there must be one person who counts one person. Not to mention bringing people, it's best not to bring anything and go empty-handed to avoid trouble in checking."

"That's, that's..." Others agreed.

"Oh, what a pity!" Bao Longtu was very disappointed, but his attention quickly changed direction: "This symposium is where Maruko and Kong Zhang decide the outcome?"

"It's possible." Xiong Mao was not sure.

"Not it." Bao Longtu frowned and said, "If it is so simple, then what should Mr. Zhang summon everyone to do? Their fighting skills and we don't let us watch and cheer, it will be useless."

"This is also..." Everyone couldn't help but nod.

"Don't think too much, you'll know it when the time comes." Mr. Gu Yue said: "Master Fang's top priority is to adjust his mentality and meet the upcoming challenges."

Everyone agreed, so they stayed in the attic for a while, and then went back directly.

Time is like water, time passes in a flash. In the blink of an eye, it is time to attend the symposium. Although this is a Dragon Boat Festival symposium, it is not held on the Dragon Boat Festival, but a day ahead of schedule.

This is understandable. After all, on the Dragon Boat Festival, some people are out of time and have to travel around, so the symposium must be arranged in advance.

On this day, Fang Yuan was dressed neatly and left the hotel. He would pick him up and take him off with him by car. This was also the only thing he wanted. If no one came to pick him up, he would also doubt whether he could enter that place by driving.

In short, with the pick-up of the special car, Fang Yuan came to the place where the talks were held with a little inexplicable and unclear mood. He couldn't say how he got in. Anyway, the car stopped after some inspection.

At the driver's reminder, Fang Yuan got off the car lightly, feeling a little nervous, nervous and excited. Before he could taste this mood, he saw several familiar figures.

Kong Zhou, Zhang Daoxin, Liu Chuan, Zhang Daoyi, there were many people who knew each other and some didn’t. A group of people gathered together to distinguish them from others and clearly distinguished them.

Fang Yuan glanced at him and immediately felt at ease when he saw these familiar people and walked over quickly.

"Fang Yuan, you are here." Zhang Daoxin first noticed Fang Yuan's arrival, immediately smiled warmly, waved and said, "Come here quickly and introduce you to a few people."

Zhang Daoxin's voice was quite loud, and it also attracted the attention of others.

At this moment, Fang Yuan also felt a little attention, and many people's eyes were focused on him, including curiosity, inspection, visitation, doubt, and other emotions.

Under the gaze of everyone, Fang Yuan became calm and walked over calmly. He lost but did not lose. He has seen many scenes in the past two years, so it is impossible for him to be frightened easily.

"Come on..." Zhang Daoxin saw this, smiled strongly and gestured more enthusiastically: "This is Lao Kong, you have seen it. I heard that he has made things difficult for you? Ignore him. He is like this, stingy and narrow-minded!"

Kong Zhou rolled his eyes and was too lazy to explain. Besides, this was a joke tone, so others could not take it seriously.

Zhang Daoxin smiled and continued to introduce: "By the way, this is Xiao Liao. It is said that you have seen it too?"

Xiao Liao in Zhang Daoxin's mouth was not a young man, but an old man with white eyebrows and beards. Fang Yuan was stunned when he saw this person. The originally confused memory suddenly became clear.

Because this person was the old man who was fighting with him for the map of the mountain red sun in Chaoshan teahouse. At the beginning, he didn't know the old man's identity. But later, Luo Shui reminded him intentionally or unintentionally, and he realized that the old man's surname was Liao.

Now Zhang Daoxin's solemn introduction made Fang Yuan even more sure that the old man named Liao should be the third daughter Liao. As we all know, among the disciples of Yang Gongyang, the master of Feng Shui in the Tang Dynasty, Liao Zeng and the others were the most famous and powerful.

Yang Liaozeng and his three men lived in a hut, and the place where they were located was named the Three Dao.

Among them, Yang Gong had no descendants, while Liao Zeng's two families had been passed down for thousands of years without falling. If it weren't for the inheritance of the North, Confucius and Nan Zhang's two families, I'm afraid the position of Zhang and Confucius would have been promoted by Liao Zeng's two families.

Of course, perhaps in ancient times, there were various disputes between various sects, but now the mainstream is to cooperate and unite, and on the surface, everyone is still in love with each other.

Anyway, Old Man Liao was quite kind to Fang Yuan, with a kind smile on his face and said without any concealment: "We have indeed seen each other, so Fang Yuan, I prefer you, come on."

"...Thank you Mr. Liao." Fang Yuan quickly calmed down his mood to respond.

At this time, Zhang Daoxin introduced again: "This is Xiao Li, Xiao Huang, Xiao Zhang... By the way, there is Xiao Fan."

For Zhang Daoxin, except Kong Zhou, all those present were from the younger generation. But in Fang Yuan's eyes, these people were old seniors and could not be neglected at all. He bowed all the way and saw the small style Zhang Daoxin mentioned.

"Master Fang, long time no see."

Fang Yuan looked up and saw a familiar face, and was immediately surprised. It turned out that the so-called Xiao Fan was Fanli, the Mayi Xiang Xiangwang. The two were also friends for ages, and occasionally had phone calls, and their relationship was very good. Now they met again, they were naturally very happy, and there was a burst of laughter and joy...
Chapter completed!