Live fortune-telling: Boss, this child is not yours

When everyone heard this, they all sweated for Xiao Yi.

"Don't lie, it's always bad luck to curse Wen! This kid must be finished!"

"Well, you can see that Mr. Wen's face is not right!"

"Stand back, and be careful of blood splashing on your face for a while!"

I saw Wen Jun's face twitching, turning pale for a while, and turning blue for a while.

Just when everyone thought he was going to punch the opponent's face, Wen Jun suddenly let go.

"How, how do you know?"

Only Wen Jun himself knows how unlucky he has been in the past few days!

Let’s just say that when he was going out this morning, he, who had never had an accident in 15 years of driving experience, somehow mistook the accelerator for the brake, and the car crashed into the wall of the garage.

The front bumper of the car was almost damaged, and it took a whole morning to go to the 4S shop to fix it.

How did he know that no one else was there?
Wen Jun was puzzled, but Xiao Yi seemed to see through everything, and continued to speak in a calm and unhurried manner: "What's more, the cup fell yesterday, it hurts a lot, doesn't it?"

"And the day before yesterday..."

As Xiao Yi said one thing, Wen Jun's face became more and more ugly.

What the young man in front of him said was exactly the unlucky things he had encountered in the past few days.

A few mornings ago when I was walking on the road, a pigeon pooped on my forehead.

At first I thought it was just a small accident, but I didn't expect that all kinds of bad things would happen one after another.

The day before yesterday, my wife and I were driving a private yacht out to sea, and when we were driving well, it suddenly turned over. Fortunately, there were other boats passing by, otherwise everyone would be gone.

Sitting in the office yesterday, I received a porcelain cup worth tens of thousands of yuan from a friend who couriered me. When I opened the package, my hand slipped and the cup fell into pieces.

Hit the car again today...

It's almost like being possessed by the god of decline.

Wen Jun couldn't help letting go of his hand, looked Xiao Yi up and down, and became alert: "Who are you? You won't be watching me all the time, right?"

Xiao Yi almost couldn't hold back his laughter: "Boss Wen, you're worrying too much. I can only tell from your face."

Wen Jun was surprised and said, "Appearance? Do you know fortune-telling?"

Most people have some prejudice against fortune-telling, thinking it is feudal superstition.

Even if he was right, Wen Jun was still dubious at this moment.

"You really know fortune-telling?"

Facing the questioning, Xiao Yi was very calm: "I have a little understanding of Fengshui Kanyu, fortune-telling and divination, and talisman pills."

Wen Jun was even more confused, completely unable to understand the meaning of Xiao Yi's words.

Xiao Yi didn't bother to explain any more, he directly opened the app on his mobile phone, entered the live broadcast room, and put the screen in front of Wen Jun.

With the influx of water friends, the live broadcast room quickly became lively.

"Master is so hardworking! It's almost time to get off work and still broadcast live!"

Wan Wan: "Master, you left me to fly solo! Woohoo!"

"Haha, Wanwan was abandoned!"

"Master, is fortune-telling accepting applications now? I'm ready!"

"I'm ready too!"

Wen Jun was surprised to see the users entering information that kept popping up.

"Yo ho! The popularity is quite high!"

He looked at Xiao Yi: "You really know how to tell fortunes? Is it accurate?"

Xiao Yi smiled and said: "Of course! My live broadcast is about fortune-telling! If it's not accurate, no one will watch it long ago!"

"Okay! Then please master the calculation for me!"

At this time, Wen Jun had already believed in Xiao Yi, and even his address was changed immediately.

"Well, wait a minute! Let me talk to the water friends first."

"Sorry, I don't accept applications today! I'll meet President Wen on the spot. Friends who want to count, please come early tomorrow!"

The barrage suddenly burst into lamentation.

"Damn it, I was overwhelmed by the master's fake action!"

"The fortune-telling position of the master is really hard to grab!"

"Yeah, it's gone in the blink of an eye. A handicapped like me can't grab it!"

Looking at the barrage, Wen Jun felt more at ease.

With so many water friends supporting it, it must be true!

It seems that this man can really tell fortunes!

Immediately said respectfully: "Master, I was reckless just now, I'm really sorry!"

"Please show me, master, what is going on with me being so unlucky recently?"

"I can look it up for you, but as I said just now, I need to buy some medicinal materials."

When Wen Jun heard this, he felt a little embarrassed.

Cautiously asked: "I don't know how many medicinal materials the master needs?"

"Not many, five taels of blood ginseng, five taels of ganoderma lucidum, and fifty snow lotus seeds, all of which are more than a hundred years old."

Since the other party took the initiative to speak, he naturally said more, as long as he could afford it.

Hearing this, Wen Jun turned to look at the waiter: "How many are there?"

The waiter quickly replied: "The [-]-year-old blood ginseng and ganoderma lucidum weigh four to five catties, and there are seventy or eighty snow lotus seeds."

Wen Jun immediately thought about it in his heart, and felt that the problem was not serious.

Even without these, it is enough to make a difference.

Immediately said: "Did you hear the amount that the master just said? Pick it out and wrap it up for the master! Put the money in my account!"

"okay!"

The waiter secretly thought it was incredible, but he quickly responded and went to work.

Everyone looked at Xiao Yi with a strange look in their eyes.

Originally thought that this young man was going to be beaten up by Mr. Wen, but why did he stop all of a sudden?

Not only stopped, but also apologized to him, and even gave him a lot of good medicinal materials!
They also heard what Xiao Yi said earlier.

Can't help but wonder, isn't fortune-telling a feudal superstition? Can he really calculate it accurately?

Xiao Yi originally wanted to pay for those medicinal materials himself, but the other party took the initiative to pay the bill, which saved him a lot of money.

I can't help feeling a little more fond of this Mr. Wen in my heart.

Looking around, he said in a low voice: "Mr. Wen, your matter is a bit weird, why don't we find a place where no one is around?"

"Okay, Master!"

Wen Jun also knew that it was not appropriate for others to know about this matter, so he quickly ordered the waiter, "Fix an empty room for me, and I want it now!"

Soon, the waiter led them to an empty consultation room.

After closing the door, Xiao Yi said: "'Gods don't have temples, they don't return, people don't have houses, they don't live, and lives don't have palaces,' Mr. Wen, your life palace is dark and the stars are shining. Your fortune is very bad these days. ah!"

Wen Jun nodded again and again: "Yes! What the master said is too accurate!"

"I feel like I've lost my soul these days, and there are no big mistakes but small mistakes."

"I usually have no problem driving with one hand, but for some reason this morning, I crashed into a wall for no apparent reason!"

"Master, is there a way to solve this situation?"

Xiao Yidao: "To untie the bell, the person who tied it must be needed. If you want to untie it, you must first find out the reason."

Wen Jun said with a bitter face: "I didn't do anything harmful!"

Xiao Yi smiled slightly: "Five days ago, did you go to sweep the grave?"

"That's right! My uncle left last month. At that time, I was on a business trip and missed it. After I came back, I went to the cemetery to burn some paper money for him."

"Think about it carefully, besides worshiping your uncle, what else did you do there?"

"Nothing, everything is normal..."

Xiao Yi smiled and said, "Boss Wen, do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"