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    In fact, the old man is already dumbfounded. He knows that he is not good at learning, and fortune-telling basically depends on guessing, but after all, he has traveled all over the world for so many years, and he has heard that many good fortune-tellers in the industry are accurate...

    But it's not so accurate.

    He has been in prison, but it can be seen from his face that there is a deep vertical line on the right side of his Yintang.An evil mole (dead mole), all kinds of signs indicate that he has been in prison.

    But even when he started to set up a stall, he was introduced to the ancient city scenic spot last year to be able to calculate, which is not ordinary.

    Did this child have a pair of heavenly eyes?

    "How is it?" Jing Cheng looked at him calmly, and said calmly, "Do you want me to explain more clearly? That's fine too. Your wife divorced you and remarried after you were released from prison.I have tried several matches but failed, and I live alone. Your eldest son should be 36 years old this year. He has been losing money doing business with others. He is still unmarried. The second son joined the army when he was 18, and the younger daughter..."

    The old man's eyes were straightened when he heard it, and he was afraid that the stall owners in the neighbors would eavesdrop, so he quickly interrupted him: "Don't say it, don't say it, I believe you can't do it?"

    Jing Cheng closed his mouth obediently.

    The old man swallowed, tightened his grip on the fan, hesitated for a while, and asked again: "Then why did you just say that I want to make a fortune? What do you mean by 'I don't want to leave this fortune'?"

    Jing Cheng said indifferently: "There is a saying in the photographic book: 'Three lights are bright, wealth descends from the sky', I see that your position of three lights produces wealth aura, but this aura of wealth is accompanied by bloody light, your complexion is dark, and the seal is dark, which means that this is more important than you.Windfall will bring disaster to you, it is better to abandon it."

    The old man was stunned for a moment, and thought that this child is really a real person without showing his face, and he can actually "observe Qi", which is really amazing!

    Jing Cheng and Xiaolu really frightened the old man, but Jing Cheng miscalculated a little. People nowadays have no more belief in ghosts and gods than in the past. In the past, it was a fortune teller who said "you have a catastrophe" and kowtowed to beg for help.Relieve the disaster, but save your life.

    Today's fortune-telling people prefer to listen to what they want to hear. If there are good things, they will be set on themselves, and the bad things will be others'.

    Today's fortune tellers also grasp this point and only talk about what customers like to hear.

    Although the old man is also a fortune teller, he himself doesn't believe in fortune, so he dares to talk nonsense. He believes Jing Cheng's words, but he only believes half of them. He believes that he can get rich, but he doesn't believe that he will have a catastrophe.

    People are lucky, the so-called seeking wealth in danger, is talking about this principle.

    "Or." Jing Cheng raised his eyes and looked directly at the person sitting across from him, expressing his purpose, "I'll help you keep this money, and you only need to pay me accordingly afterwards."

    The old man was skeptical at first, but hearing what he said made him feel that something was wrong.

    After thinking about it, he realized that the "Air Observation Technique" was the skill of a legendary celestial master. The person in front of him was just a kid, and he might be trying to trick him.Being able to protect him, is it because he wants to covet the "windfall" that should belong to him?

    So the old gentleman said nonchalantly: "The things you said haven't happened yet. As for what you said about whether you give up or not, whether you can keep it or not, it's going further. By the way, do you have anything else to do?If you have nothing to do, please leave, don't delay the old man's business with me."

    Jing Cheng: "..."

    He thought to himself that you really don't know what to do, you old man, don't get really unlucky and beg me later!

    The other party's rejection was too obvious, Jing Cheng couldn't stay here and be rejected by others.

    You obviously fooled me just now, why did you change your face when you mentioned money?

    After leaving the fortune-telling booth, Jing Cheng thought as he walked, he had boasted to Qin Yan and the others just now, and now he went back empty-handed, leaving aside his embarrassment.The majesty of being a teacher (…).

    But he can't conjure up 10,000 yuan out of thin air.

    After a long time, wanted to meddle in other people's business, but the other party didn't appreciate it, and it was a lie to say that was not depressed.

    After thinking about it, he walked into a handicraft store and asked the owner for a piece of white paper and a black oil-based pen.

    The owner of the store is a middle-aged woman in her forties. She has a child as big as Jing Cheng, who is the most talkative. Seeing Jing Cheng is such a handsome young man again, she is very happy, and finds him without saying a word.

    Jing Cheng also asked her to borrow a few stones. The owner of the store didn't know why, but the handicraft store she came to had a lot of stone-carved handicrafts, and there was no shortage of crushed stones, so she found some beautiful small stones from the storeroom and bought them.give him.

    While the shopkeeper was looking for the stone, Jing Cheng wrote four big characters "immortal guides the way" on the white paper, and wrote a line of small characters below.

    He is not used to using oil-based pens, so the words written are inevitably distorted.

    After thanking the shop owner, Jing Cheng found a nearby place with few stall owners, spread out the large white paper, pressed the small stones against the edges, and started to set up a stall.

    ...

    Qin Yan and Fu Le found the person according to the location information Jing Cheng sent them, and what they saw was this scene.

    "No, brother, do you have a stall like this? Isn't the asking price too high?" Fu Ledang couldn't help but ask, "Ten thousand yuan, aren't you stealing money?"

    Jing Cheng shook his finger at him and said calmly, "Because I'm worth it."

    Fu Le: "..." You can, I give ten points to this pretense.

    Qin Yan looked at it with great interest, and asked, "What method do you want to use for fortune-telling? Is it the little Liuren you mentioned earlier?"

    Jing Cheng's setting up a stall was just a random act. He was actually waiting for the old man to come to beg him. Hearing Qin Yan's interested tone, he was overjoyed, "You want to learn? I happen to have a formula for physiognomy here. Go backTo you."

    Qin Yan suddenly remembered the "Martial Arts" that Jing Cheng had given him before. The dense classical Chinese texts made his head grow dizzy, and his expression changed immediately: "...I just asked."

    Jing Cheng saw his reluctance, and thought that he was still too impatient, and the future would be long, so he could only say: "Okay, if you want to learn, you can tell me, I will teach you at any time."

    Qin Yan: "..." He felt that he would never have such a day.

    Jing Cheng hadn't gone far before, when the old gentleman gave a "bah" to the side and said, "Unlucky!"

    The stall owner next to him who was selling odds and ends asked curiously: "What's going on? I just saw that he didn't pay."

    "Yeah! Not only did he not give him money, but he also wanted me to give him money!"

    "How to say?"

    "It's just here to find fault, so don't mention it." The old man recalled the conversation between him and Jing Cheng just now, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. That kid must be not simple, and he saw him inside and out at a glance, butBut he didn't know anything about the other party. How could the young people nowadays be so powerful?

    The stall owner was silent, but he was sneering in his heart: I am afraid that you will expose your tricks, and you have the nerve to say that they are looking for faults?

    The stall owner's business was not good, so he turned his head to look at Jing Cheng's back when he was bored, and saw that he found a nearby storefront to enter, and came out after a while, and sat down at a distance of more than ten meters from them.

    The stall owner thought in surprise, what is he doing?

    It looks like it's setting up a stall.

    The clinker seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, as if he knew someone was looking at him, so he suddenly turned around, glanced at him, and nodded at him with a smile from a distance.

    Stall owner: "..."

    This kid is indeed evil, no wonder it can make the old liar feel embarrassed.

    Not long after, another person was ushered in front of the old gentleman's booth.

    The visitor looked about forty years old, wearing a well-made suit and tie.Big shoulders, round waist, fleshy face, upturned nostrils, splayed gait, and a posture of ignorance when walking, he looks like a social person.

    He was followed by two bodyguard-like attendants, both tall and burly, wearing sunglasses, wearing a black suit, carrying a square black suitcase, high-end leather shoes making a "da da" sound when stepping on the bluestone roadcrisp sound.

    Seeing the posture of the three of them, the people nearby avoided one after another, choosing to do more than do less.

    At first, the middle-aged man with a full face looked around the fortune-telling stalls, and finally stopped at the old man's place.

    He took off his sunglasses, raised his chin, and said domineeringly: "It's just you, let me tell you a fortune."

    It was also the first time for the old gentleman to see this kind of customer, and he was stunned for a moment before saying: "...please sit down."

    The tonnage of the middle-aged man was astonishing. When he sat down on the chair, the chair even made a "creaking" whine of being overwhelmed.

    The man didn't notice it, and winked at the bodyguards on both sides. The two bodyguards quickly opened the suitcase, revealing the neatly stacked banknotes inside.

    People around saw this scene and exclaimed in disbelief.

    The gentlemen from other fortune-telling booths cast envious and hateful eyes, this old liar, today's point is quite correct!

    The old man stared at the banknotes in the suitcase with wide eyes, his breath was short of breath, and his nostrils kept fluttering.

    "There are fifty thousand here." The middle-aged man said straight to the point, "The reward for reading divination."

    The old man seemed to have Parkinson's disease, trembling all over: "This... these are all for me?"

    "If you calculate correctly, I will pay you another hundred thousand." The middle-aged man said richly, "Would you accept it?"

    "Accept!" The old man was about to shed tears of excitement, "Of course I accept! What do you want to see?"

    The middle-aged man pondered: "Just help me see how my fortune is today?"

    Hearing this, the old man restrained his expression, stroked his beard pretendingly, and looked him up and down: "Well... I see that your forehead is wide and tall, your cheekbones are high and fleshy, this is the face of a man of great wealth, and seeing your red face,The eyebrows are raised, this is a sign of joy from heaven, which means that you are about to be lucky!"

    The middle-aged man did not show any joy when he heard the words, but instead said suspiciously: "I have not been going well recently. I don't know why, but you said that I am about to have good luck?"

    The old man was taken aback, and said, is this just to find fault again?But when he thought of the 50,000 yuan, he could only grit his teeth and insist: "Is this the right thing to do? It's impossible to be smooth sailing in one's life, and occasional bad luck is inevitable.A sign of good luck."

    The middle-aged man looked at him sharply, and after a while he said slowly, "Okay, I'll trust you first, I'll be back in an hour, you'd better stay here."

    The man left after speaking, but left behind a bodyguard.

    Old gentleman: "..."

    Is this a threat?

    The author has something to say:

    This middle-aged man didn't write casually, he has a little relationship with the Chen family.

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