I Was Caught Working Part-Time During The Winter Vacation. How Dare You Steal The Tianshi Sword?

"Let me knock, you are really a master of calculations!"

The motorcycle man was instantly amused by Zhang Fan's words.

I'm wearing all my equipment, even a fool can tell that I'm a motorcyclist, guess what!

Of course, he wasn't angry about it.

He never believed in fortune telling and divination.

As a young man in the new century, of course he believes in science and resists feudal superstition.

And the reason why he came to Zhang Fan was just to have some fun.

As for hexagram gold, don’t even think about it.

"Brother, you are so complimentary. Who do you think you are?"

"Please help me read my palm. How is my lifeline? Can I live to be a hundred years old?"

The motorcycle man squatted down and stretched out a hand towards Zhang Fan.

Seeing this scene, host Xiao Ma was very surprised, and netizens were also very surprised.

Someone actually came to him to tell fortunes.

Moreover, he is still the least superstitious young man.

Could it be that fortune telling and divination have become popular among young people?

Just when everyone was confused, Zhang Fan's solemn voice sounded.

"Tsk tsk tsk~"

I saw him gently pushing the other person's hand away, frowning and saying:

"There's no need to read your palm. Brother, I see that your seal has turned black, your life palace has collapsed, and there will be a bloody disaster in the near future. It's best not to ride a bicycle recently."

"What?!"

"Tell me clearly what a bloody disaster is!"

As soon as these words came out, the motorcycle man was instantly furious, and the barrage in the live broadcast room scrolled rapidly.

[Dian, it’s so special. Do all fortune tellers say this? 】

[Wocao, you’re so accurate, I can’t tell the difference between you and Li Chunfeng! 】

[Aren’t you afraid of being beaten by telling fortunes like this? 】

[As far as I know, fortune telling also requires asking the birth date, right? 】

[I understand, this guy’s part-time job is just to get blackmail money, right? 】

[666, why don’t you try to get into the topic of fraud? 】

【……】

On the side, the host Xiao Ma looked at Zhang Fan blankly, truly shocked by his remarks.

He has seen many fortune tellers on the street, but the one who talks about bloody disasters is something that only happens in TV series, isn't it?

However, facing the angry motorcycle man, Zhang Fan remained calm and composed, as if he was pretending to be serious.

"It's useless to say more. Today's hexagram gold will be waived. You can take care of yourself."

"Haha, I'm laughing so hard!"

The motorcycle man smiled instead of being angry, "Don't do this to me!"

"Who sent you this little hexagram gold? Do you think I will give you the money if you say this?"

"What a beautiful thought!"

"I won't give you a dime, and won't you let me ride? I'm going to ride alone!"

"Don't think that just because you wear a Taoist robe, you are a true Taoist priest!"

"clown!"

After angrily yelling at Zhang Fan, the motorcycle man turned around and left.

Sure enough, none of the fortune tellers were reliable and they were all talking nonsense.

I just had a physical examination from the hospital and everything was normal!

Since childhood, my family has said that if I am blessed with good fortune, I will definitely be rich in the future.

The old gentleman also said that he could live to be eighty if he said less!

Riding a motorcycle is no longer a day or two, and it’s a bloody disaster!

Laughing to death!

If you want to defraud me of my money, there is no way!

Looking at the motorcycle man's leaving figure, Zhang Fan felt no emotion in his heart and said calmly:

"You and I are destined to meet again."

"snort!"

The motorcycle man snorted coldly, jumped into the car handsomely, and drove away from Qingyang Street at high speed.

After he left, the host Xiao Ma spoke in confusion.

"Classmate Zhang Fan...this...is your part-time job?"

"Yes, this is my part-time job."

"But...you just said..."

"The last one didn't listen, and the grass on his grave was so high."

Zhang Fan put his hand flat on his calf and interrupted the host's question.

[Oh, I can’t tell, my mouth is quite tough. 】

[This kid doesn’t really think he can tell fortunes, does he? 】

[Let me tell you, if you are not planned, you will be lucky! 】

[Although, but...it's not making any money, is it? Isn’t this busy work in vain? 】

[Yes, according to his algorithm, if one comes and goes, who will give the hexagram gold! 】

[Pure clown, that person just now is the captain of our team. He has participated in national competitions and his skills are very good. There is no way he will crash! 】

【……】

After hesitating for a moment, the host Xiao Ma expressed his doubts: "Classmate Zhang Fan, are you really... good at telling fortunes?"

"Don't believe me? Can I give you a hexagram?" Zhang Fan joked.

The host Xiao Ma quickly waved his hand, "Let's forget it...I don't believe this."

"Fortune telling, fortune telling, don't ask for money!"

After Xiao Ma refused, Zhang Fan shouted again.

Seeing that Zhang Fan was really serious about fortune telling, the program team stopped disturbing him.

After all, they were just following the filming and had no right to interfere, let alone influence Zhang Fan's thoughts.

People were coming and going on the street, and occasionally someone pointed at Zhang Fan.

"If you don't learn well at a young age and just want to make a profit, this kid is useless!"

"You're a good-looking young man, why don't you know how to take the right path?"

"Another one who goes crazy and his parents don't know how to control him!"

"..."

Half an hour later, thousands of people passed by Zhang Fan's stall, and no one stayed for more than ten seconds.

Netizens in the live broadcast room couldn't sit still. The host Xiao Ma also felt very boring and couldn't help but ask:

"Classmate Zhang Fan, it seems...no one wants to ask you for fortune telling."

"Can you really make money to support your family like this?"

"Teacher Ma, you don't understand this."

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and said calmly:

“If you don’t have customers, you have to take the initiative to find them.”

"Proactively looking for customers?"

"right!"

As soon as he dismounted and finished speaking, Zhang Fan suddenly raised his head and shouted:

"Wang Fugui!"

"Here! Who called me?"

A middle-aged man with a big belly froze in front of the hanging stall and trembled.

He looked at the source of the voice, "Little brother, was it you who called me?"

"That's right, brother, want to tell me something?"

"No, no, I don't believe in fate."

The man waved his hand and left in a hurry.

"Has mother's illness been cured?"

boom!

Zhang Fan's voice sounded, and the man's body suddenly froze. He turned his head in disbelief, and his eyes widened:

"You...how do you know?"

"What do you think I do?"

"Fortune teller?"

The man came back to his senses and quickly ran to Zhang Fan's stall, looking at the unfamiliar young man again.

Then he suddenly remembered.

He and the other party were strangers to each other, but he was called by his name accurately just now.

Moreover, he accurately stated his current situation!

This is definitely not a lie!

My mother was seriously ill, so she borrowed everything she could and sold everything she could, including Shuidichi.

But as of now, the surgery fee is still 30,000 yuan short. If we can't raise enough tonight, my mother will be completely hopeless!

Thinking of this, the man seemed to be grasping at straws.

"Little brother, I was blind just now. Can you give me a good look?"