My god-level pet system in the city

Chapter 32

"Ah, what are you talking about? The one who robbed me of my job?" The fortune teller was stunned, and even spoke with an SD accent.

"Uh... just kidding, I want to discuss with you, if you rent your stall to me, can I give you the money?" Ye Xiaofei said.

"What the hell? You want to rent a stall with me?" The fortune teller asked in disbelief. He had been in this business for so long, and this was the first time he encountered a strange person who came to rent a stall with him.

"Yeah, rent me for an afternoon, and I'll give you 500, how about it?" Ye Xiaofei knew that at this time, it would be better to show the guy directly, so he directly took out five red soft girl coins.

Looking at the bright red Ruanmei coin in Ye Xiaofei's hand, the fortune teller began to calculate: "My business this afternoon is only 500 at most. It seems that this wave is not a loss? But seeing this kid like this, he should be able to make more money." money."

So he shook his head pretendingly, and hummed: "You don't know that, I'm hundreds of thousands a minute, and you want to rent my stall for five hundred, it's impossible! Unless...you add more two hundred!"

"Cut, 500 yuan is enough for a month's rent. Whether you like it or not, I'll leave." Of course Ye Xiaofei knew that the fortune teller was going to cheat him, so he pretended to leave.

"Hey, just wait, wait, do it, five hundred is five hundred, deal!"

The fortune teller brought Ye Xiaofei back anxiously, and quickly took the money over: "Let's talk about it first, just one afternoon, and you will pay me back when the time comes."

The fortune teller was about to leave after finishing speaking, but Ye Xiaofei called him back: "Hey, don't rush to leave, I will rent your stall, including everything, okay?"

"What, why do you play with everything?" The fortune teller was confused.

"I mean, leave me your hat, glasses, etc., I don't pack the packaging, how can I tell people's fortunes."

"Oh, that's fine, don't break it for me."

So, the fortune teller took off all the outfits on his body, and Ye Xiaofei put them on.

"Wait a minute, don't rush to leave, you seem to have forgotten something?" Seeing that the fortune teller was about to leave again, Ye Xiaofei pulled him back again.

"Fuck, what do you want? Do you want me to take off your underwear too!" The fortune teller was angry.

"Okay, just pretend to be with me, quickly tear off that goatee on your chin and give it to me." Ye Xiaofei said.

The fortune teller was stunned for a moment, unexpectedly, Ye Xiaofei discovered all this: "You are really good, I know this, I have taken YOU."

After finishing speaking, the fortune teller had no choice but to tear off the string of goatee and leave in a hurry, while Ye Xiaofei glued the goatee back together.

After doing all this, let alone Ye Xiaofei looks like a complete charlatan!
"Come on, come on, fortune telling, fortune telling, 50 yuan once, 50 yuan once, buy three get one free, ancestral fortune telling!" So Ye Xiaofei also let go of his voice and shouted.

Not far away, on the side of the third daughter, there are potted plants of Bei Manman, paintings of Nangong Xueying, and handmade fabrics of Shen Chuxia. There are so many people who want to buy their things that they can almost line up!
Not only because the things of the three girls are of high quality and cheap, but also because all of them are beauties who are overwhelmed by the country. Some aunts and uncles even use the pretense of shopping, and then want to match the three girls so that they can get to know themselves grandson of...

On the other hand, Ye Xiaofei, the passers-by all looked at Ye Xiaofei with a very strange look, and then shook their heads pitifully and said: "These days, telecommunications and mobile are fine, even magic sticks are used. It is really unreliable to engage in promotional activities!"

"Fuck!"

Hearing this, Ye Xiaofei felt the urge to spurt blood, and thought depressingly: "Who is the magic stick? I'm a basic palmistry produced by the system, okay? I'm an absolute fortune teller, okay?"

It's a pity that no one is willing to believe Ye Xiaofei. Ye Xiaofei feels bad when he looks at the hot scene with the three girls, and then looks at his uninhabited scene.

"No, I can't lose to Manman and the others, or I'll have to pay for ice cream."

Ye Xiaofei thought so in his heart, and in a hurry, he changed his tune and shouted directly: "Fortune-telling, fortune-telling is clearing the warehouse, only ten yuan for one time!"

The immediate priority is to attract people. Ye Xiaofei knows that these people who eat melons have a herd mentality, and they like to go to the side where there are many people.

After Ye Xiaofei yelled, there was actually a bald man wearing a black vest on the upper body and flowery pants on the lower body, shaking his head, followed by two unscrupulous youths.

"You can tell fortunes, right? Well, little old man, just do the math for me." The bald man sat down carelessly, because of Ye Xiaofei's attire, he thought he was an old man.

"No problem, come here, give me your hand." Seeing that someone finally came, Ye Xiaofei was overjoyed.

The bald head looked at Ye Xiaofei suspiciously, and thought: "Isn't fortune-telling all about fortune-telling and fortune-telling? Why does this old man want to get it as soon as he arrives? You fucking treat yourself as a Chinese medicine doctor?"

However, he quickly extended his hand to Ye Xiaofei. Ye Xiaofei took it over and took a closer look. He frowned and said, "Sir, you will be bloody within 10 minutes."

"A disaster of blood and light? Haha..." The bald head laughed a few times, and said disdainfully: "Little old man, do you think you are a god, and you can see your name just by looking at your hands?"

"Ancestral fortune-telling is absolutely accurate. You should be careful. By the way, you are lucky. You just caught up with me, Ye Shen, to tell your fortune at a reduced price. 10 yuan is enough for one time." It has been said.

"What, he said he still wants money, am I right?" The bald head stood up, put one leg on the stool, and looked at the two young men behind him mockingly.

"Haha, it's so funny, just looking at your hands like this, you actually want to collect money, you are kidding yourself." The young man laughed.

"That's right, I really take myself seriously, I'm so happy..." The other person couldn't help but laugh too.

"I've seen people who eat Bawang's meal, but I didn't expect there to be Bawang's life. Are you planning to give money?" Ye Xiaofei was a little angry. His palmistry calculations were all accurate. money.

"Nonsense, don't say you didn't make a name for yourself, even if you are really some kind of Ye God, let you count my Zhao Jiaqiang's life, I will confiscate your money, you still want to take my money, it's just a dream!"

The bald head laughed mockingly a few times, and when he looked at the three daughters of Shen Chuxia from the corner of his eyes, he suddenly lit up: "What kind of bloody disaster, obviously I, Zhao Jiaqiang, will have good luck next time!"

　Fat Granny: "I also want to count the fate of the overlord, come and count it for me."

　　Ye Xiaofei: "I'm sorry, I, Ye Shen, only tell fortunes to people. Please take your trotters away!"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)