my fairy career

Qin Feng also noticed the thin old man, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he looked.

Especially the breath of the old man, Qin Feng always felt familiar, but he couldn't recall it for a while.

Surrounded by a group of security personnel, the little old man, who was honored as 'Fortune' by the hotel staff, soon arrived at the hotel lobby.

Earlier, it was this 'Fortune Man' who spoke out and scolded.

As soon as Cai Ye stepped out of the elevator, he witnessed what was happening in the hotel lobby.

As an old man with a strong sense of justice, how could the rich man ignore things?

The rich man took off the toad mirror, pinched off the cigar, shook his head coquettishly, and went straight to Qin Feng.

"Old slave, God of Wealth, I have seen my master!" Ignoring the strange gazes of the melon-eating crowd, God of Wealth took a step forward and bowed deeply to Qin Feng, with his head buried in his waist, respectful.

Ga?
This sudden scene, not to mention the fact that the melon eaters were at a loss, Qin Feng's mind was also blank.

No wonder!
No wonder he always felt that the old man was very familiar, deja vu.

It wasn't until the little old man blew up his family that Qin Feng suddenly realized.

God of Wealth, isn't he the God of Wealth?

But it's only been a few days since I've seen him, the God of Wealth seems to be a different person, Qin Feng feels that his brain is not enough.

"Are you really the God of Wealth?" Qin Feng still couldn't believe it.

The God of Wealth I met a few days ago, the old man was really down and out.

His whole body was covered in blood, his spirits were depressed, and he was in panic all day long.

It's no wonder that Qin Feng didn't dare to recognize each other, he really couldn't turn this corner.

The old man, God of Wealth, looks like a social person, God knows what happened.

"Returning to the master, it is the old slave!" The God of Wealth still bowed.

"Don't be a brat when you're old, hurry up, please hurry up!" After confirming the identity of the God of Wealth, how dare Qin Feng let the old man pay respects to him!

Qin Feng quickly helped the old man up, feeling terrified and flattered.

Although he signed a soul contract with the God of Wealth, both parties are called master and servant.

In Qin Feng's heart, he still respects the old man, the God of Wealth.

You know, the old man God of Wealth is in charge of the economic lifeline of the Three Realms, and he is an absolute big money lord.

On weekdays, it's too late for him to flatter, so how dare he blaspheme?
"Haha... I have to admire this young master. The play you are waiting for is quite realistic. If he is the God of Wealth, I will be the God of Wealth's father. Are you waiting to laugh this young master to death so that he can inherit his money?" ?” Nomad, who was watching the excitement, couldn’t bear it anymore, and his smile was harsh.

It is the god of wealth and the slave.

Could it be that Qin Feng and this old man were invited by a monkey to make a funny comparison?

Nomad is more willing to believe that this is a play directed and acted by Qin Feng himself. As for the purpose, hehe. . .

"Slap the mouth, hit him until he can't speak!" The old man, the God of Wealth, became angry immediately.

Nomad is a kid who doesn't know how to live or die, so it's okay to insult him, but he dares to insult Qin Feng, if he doesn't teach him a lesson, he really doesn't know why Hua'er is so popular.

Several tall and burly security personnel understood, and rushed directly to surround Nomad.

Seeing that the old man, the God of Wealth, was serious, Nomad felt scared.

"Ben Shao advises you not to act recklessly. If you offend Ben Shao, don't even think about opening this hotel!" Nomad said sternly, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

The God of Wealth waved his hand, and there was a burst of applause in the arena, mixed with nomadic howls of ghosts and wolves, which made people tense up.

"The lobby manager, right? You don't have to come to work tomorrow, and you don't even want to get involved in other hotels in the West City in the future. The service industry doesn't need moths like you!" The old man, the God of Wealth, waved his hand again, and at the same time sentenced the old woman who pretended to be cute. fate.

Hearing this, the manager of the lobby suddenly became paralyzed, his face was pale, and he lost his mind.

Qin Feng subconsciously twitched his lips, and couldn't see through the old man even more!

. . .

Hotel, luxurious presidential suite.

The old man of the God of Wealth opened a bottle of Lafite, and poured it for Qin Feng first, and then it was his turn.

Qin Feng took a sip of the wine, the taste of the drink was tasteless, and there were too many doubts in his heart.

The old man took a sip from the wine glass, babbled in his mouth for a while, and then swallowed it with a gulp, a deep sense of satisfaction appeared on the old man's face.

"Xiaofeng, is the trip to the Chen family going well? Did you encounter anything special?" The old man put down his wine glass, and only then did he get down to business.

Under Qin Feng's repeated request, the God of Wealth changed his name.

Qin Feng finds it strange that he is always called master and servant.

"How did the old man know that I went to the Chen family?" Qin Feng was a little confused.

The news that he went to Chen's house, apart from his own knowledge, there is another one is Song Yu.

Song Yu didn't know the God of Wealth, and it was impossible to betray him.

How did the old man know this?

"The affairs of this West Market, no matter how big or small, are all under the control of this old man!" The old man, the God of Wealth, smiled mysteriously, especially unpredictable.

Qin Feng. . .

"If the old man's guess is correct, you should have met the unawakened Nine Heavens Xuannv, right?" The God of Wealth's next words made Qin Feng even more dazed.

"Could the old man also work part-time as a fortune teller?" Qin Feng's heart was overwhelmed.

Perhaps only this kind of explanation can explain why the God of Wealth knows these things well.

"A little understanding, a little understanding..." The God of Wealth covered his face with a sly smile, not to mention how proud he was.

"Then old man, you can help me figure out, what kind of intersection will there be between me and the Nine Heavens Profound Girl?" Qin Feng cursed, all the gods in the Heavenly Court are indeed masters.

"The secret must not be revealed!" The God of Wealth dragged a long tail, almost killing Qin Feng.

"Get out!" Qin Feng's head was full of black lines.

"By the way, old man, why do the hotel staff respect you so much?" Qin Feng couldn't understand this question the most.

The God of Wealth was born in only two or three days.

Even if he is the God of Wealth, it is impossible for the hotel staff to treat him like this. This question really confuses Qin Feng.

"It's nothing, the old man is the God of Wealth, in charge of the economic lifeline of the Three Realms, and all the wealth in the Three Realms, as long as the God of Wealth is willing, he can have as much as he wants."

"Master Cai just took advantage of his spare time to visit the black market with Shennian, but for any transactions involving money laundering, such as Bitcoin, antique markets... and those overseas accounts that are specially used for money laundering, Mr. Cai They confiscated all their black money, and then turned it into the rich man's own assets. As for this hotel, the rich man looked pleasing to the eye, so he bought the hotel by the way!" The old man lit a cigar, and his words were not surprising Die endlessly.

Qin Feng spit out the red wine he had just taken in.

After a long time, Qin Feng stretched out his thumb and said to the God of Wealth, "You are awesome", and his admiration for the old man is like a surging river, endless.

The society is your god of wealth, Qin Feng can't accept it!