Located inside Meijiao, Yongling Manor was not completely enclosed and was relatively open.
Whether they were villagers or outsiders, anyone could enter and leave the manor freely without restrictions. Even picking one or two vegetables or fruits was no big deal.
Even after Manager Ma Jing dismissed those Feng Shui Masters, he did not have anyone drive them out.
So Mr. Jiang and his people continued wandering around the manor, pointing things out here and there. They simply stopped trying to drum up business with Manager Ma.
However, those who made a living from this traditional culture often had a keen eye. As they wandered around, they actually found their way to Li Bai.
In response to Li Bai's question, the middle-aged man Jiang Rongya remained calm and unhurried. He said, "Nothing serious. I just brought a few apprentices to admire the Feng Shui terrain around here and broaden their horizons."
Li Bai put away the business card, nodded, and said, "Oh, all right. You go ahead. I still have things to do here."
Then he found a pair of tweezers and quickly began plucking the hair from the pig's head. Scritch, scritch, scritch—a handful at a time, the coarse and fine bristles came away.
If the hair was merely singed, the stubble left in the meat would prick the mouth and ruin the texture. Even the flavor would suffer by ten or twenty percent.
Seeing that Li Bai had no intention of continuing the conversation and was instead busying himself with his work, Jiang Rongya froze for a moment. After hesitating briefly, he could only cup his hands and say, "Sorry for the interruption," before turning toward the main gate.
"Master, is that man really the majority shareholder of Yongling Manor? We didn't come to the wrong person, did