Setting up a fortune-telling stall: No money for divination?ghosts have to die

But at the age of 12, the orphanage was closed.

Because every dean during the period could not live for more than a year, the outside world thought that there was something dirty in the orphanage.

Until now at the age of 22, the unfortunate things around her have never diminished.

Even more frequently.

The most recent thing is that a big company she worked for for a year went bankrupt, but the company gave her a handsome severance package.

And the company she works for now is An's Group!

"This bad smell is really terrible. According to the solution given by fortune-telling, the bad smell can only be suppressed with the help of the personal jewelry of a person with great noble spirit."

"The female anchor from before seems to be called An Zimo, she is the daughter of An's Group."

"It's really fun when the bad luck meets the noble one."

According to Chen Feng's calculation, if An Zimo's noble spirit did not guard An's Group, it would be over within three days.

However, the future situation is not much better, it just delays the bankruptcy time.

Chen Feng, who was drenched, did not intend to continue setting up a stall, so he simply closed the stall and went home to eat.

The dinner table.

Chen Ziling looked at the phone with an expression of disbelief on his exquisite face.

"Brother, you know the three major groups in Lingnan City, and one of them, the Anshi Group, has exploded."

"It is said that there is insufficient liquidity, and even the wages of employees cannot be paid."

"If brother wants to work in the future, I will find a company for you."

Chen Feng laughed a little, he felt that his life was clearly arranged by this sister.

He would not refuse such a small matter, because he spoiled this sister too much.

Settlement at twelve o'clock in the morning.

Chen Feng's luck value is 2220 points, and his magic point is 2320 points.

The next afternoon, there was a big earthquake in the entertainment industry.

Wu Zhenguo was exposed to a lot of scandals and crimes by a female Internet celebrity, exactly as Chen Feng said at the time, and it went viral on all major platforms.

The female Internet celebrity is one of the victims. She asked Wu Zhenguo to confess to one of the crimes before the early morning of the 12th, otherwise she would hand over all the hard evidence to the authorities.

However, these have not been confirmed yet, and the official will not take any action.

Wu Zhenguo's studio also issued a statement to refute the rumors.

In the No.1 civilian hospital of Lingnan City.

Wu Zhenguo's manager looked anxious.

"Zhen Guo, many reporters are waiting for you downstairs in the hospital. If that woman really has evidence, things will get out of hand!"

"Well, no matter whether she has evidence or not, I'll help you book a flight back to Canada tomorrow!"

Wu Zhenguo's leg was still in plaster, and his expression was a little dull.

He remembered that he confiscated his mobile phone every time he acted. How could it be possible for others to have evidence?

He didn't believe it.

But it must be avoided.

"Broker Wang, take me to a place, that person may have a solution!"

Wu Zhenguo asked the doctor to remove the plaster cast.

Leaning on crutches, the two found a safe passage to leave the hospital.

Their destination was Chen Feng's fortune-telling stall.

Chen Feng could see that there was a shackle above the opponent's head, which was very firm.

"Fortune teller, I was the one who was rude last time, and I will make up the money right now. Please do another fortune teller for me, and see if I can escape the next catastrophe!"

Wu Zhenguo's tone was obviously much more respectful.

But Manager Wang at the side was a little disdainful, "Zhen Guo, are you crazy?"

"What's the use of finding this kind of magic stick, and it's still a street stall. Anyone passing by will not ask him for fortune telling."

"Manager Wang, don't say a few words!" Wu Zhenguo shouted at him.

Then he turned his head to Chen Feng respectfully and said, "Excuse me, fortune-teller, this is my manager. If I offend you, please don't take offense!"

"As long as the fortune teller survives this calamity for me, I will give you 100 million divination gold this time."

Chen Feng pushed his sunglasses and sneered, "It's too late, there's no solution."

Chapter 11 Meeting An Zimo Again

"Too late, no solution."

It's not that Chen Feng doesn't want to earn the 100 million, but that he really has no choice.

No matter how good his fortune-telling is, he is not omnipotent. This is already a dead end.

A dead end.

"Fuck! Pooh!" Broker Wang at the side was furious.

"You stinking stick, do you know what you're talking about?"

"No solution? It's impossible for anyone to collect evidence. After a few days, Zhen Guo will still be in good shape!"

"Let's go, don't dirty my booth, I won't give it away." Chen Feng didn't have time to tell him.

Manager Wang wanted to yell, but was stopped by Wu Zhenguo.

He sighed, and the two left.

"Zhen Guo, don't you really believe in these magic sticks, you actually plan to take out 100 million?"

"Broker Wang, you don't understand. If he says there is a solution, I'm willing to give 1000 million."

Wu Zhenguo has now realized how powerful Chen Feng is.

It's a pity that the initial opportunity was missed.

"Broker Wang, what time does the plane take off?"

"The flight will take off at 11:30 tomorrow night. We will arrive at Lingnan Airport around [-]:[-]."

The next day, August 8th, at 12:7.

When Chen Feng woke up early in the morning, he received a reminder from the system.

【气运值：3150/8000（每48小时结算，低于3000会对自身造成大灾难，高于8000会增加遇到幸运事的概率）】

[Congratulations to the host for breaking through 3000 points of luck, the probability of encountering lucky things +5%, now 20%]

[System prompt: Congratulations to the host for triggering a lucky event and gaining ability, comprehensive martial arts LV1, each level needs to consume 100 magic points, the upper limit is LV100]

"It turned out to be martial arts. I have had a dream since I was a child, to fight ten times!"

"It seems to be completely fine now."

"If you upgrade to LV100, you will have the strongest fighting skills in the world. Let alone ten, a hundred will be fine."

Acquiring martial arts is also a great guarantee for his personal safety.

After all, due to the revival of evil spirits in recent years, there have been many strange things and the frequency of crimes has also increased.

"System, consume all the magic points to upgrade fighting skills."

As far as the current situation is concerned, there is no need to upgrade the Heavenly Dao Qi Luck Art in the next period of time.

It is the best choice to use the magic point to upgrade the fighting technique.

[System prompt: Mixed Martial Arts has been upgraded to LV24, and a full blow can reach 480 catties]

"One punch, 480 catties? My weight is only 125 catties, almost four times!"

"The martial arts master of the Dragon Kingdom seems to have a punch of about 2000 catties."

Chen Feng has already planned in his mind that he will quickly improve his fighting skills in the future.

At that time, if there is a 20-year-old martial arts master in Longguo, I don't know how those old masters will feel.

He tried his newly acquired fighting skills for a while, and then went on to set up a stall.

A regular customer came today.

"Miss Zimo, long time no see."

An Zimo came to look for him. This time he was wearing business attire, and he looked very capable.

She smiled wryly: "Fortune teller, I'm sorry, I didn't do what you said last time. My dad really made me kneel down."

"If you don't mind, you can call me Chen Feng. It doesn't matter what you do, as long as you think I can do the math."

"Accurate, accurate! Super accurate!" She suddenly regained her spirits.

"After the last fortune-telling, the menstrual period came earlier. Fortunately, you reminded me to prepare those things."

"Otherwise the sheets will be stained red, and I'll be mad with pain."

Chen Feng smiled lightly and said, "That's fine, you're here to count the fate of An's Group today."

An Zimo was stunned for a moment, "You...do you know everything?"

"A lot of strange things suddenly happened to Anshi Group some time ago, the originally negotiated client suddenly canceled the cooperation, and another project under construction was also ordered to stop due to special reasons.

And the other two big groups also took the opportunity to jointly deal with us, so my dad asked me to go back to the group to help. "

"I want to figure out how An's Group can overcome this difficulty, otherwise I'm afraid it won't last long."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

She almost grew up in a greenhouse, and she couldn't imagine what kind of life she would face after the group went bankrupt.

Chen Feng smiled in his heart.

Lin Qingwan, who has an extremely strong musty air, has joined your group, and it is impossible for her to develop well.

"It's okay to count it for you, but the hexagram gold is very expensive, are you sure you want to count it?"

"How much?" An Zimo asked.

"Emm... 4 yuan."

With so much Luck deducted this time, it wouldn't be worth it if you don't ask for more money.

"4... 4? The house price has not risen as fast as yours. It's only been a few days."

Chen Feng folded his arms and leaned back, pushed the sunglasses, "Prying into the sky will shorten your lifespan, the deeper you pry into it, the faster you will die.

And I have to tide over the difficulties for the big group, so you know how much my life will be shortened.

In other words, I am dying for you, so 4 is not too much. "

Hearing what he said, An Zimo seemed to feel that there was some truth, and he couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Mr. Chen Feng, you are right, 4 yuan is not too much at all. It seems that fortune-telling is a short-lived money!"

"Ahem! You can also say that." Chen Feng coughed uncomfortably. Fortunately, wearing sunglasses can hide his eyes.

"In order to show my sincerity, I will pay first and then tell the fortune."

Chapter 12 Small employees will be easy to handle soon, the mobile phone prompts that the account has been received, and this girl is refreshing.

Looking at his face, Chen Feng found that the nobility above his head was not as strong as before.

Obviously, it was because of joining the group to work and being influenced by Lin Qingwan.

"Miss Zimo, in fact, a lot of strange things suddenly happened in the An's Group, and they were only related to one person. As long as you go back and fire her, the situation of the An's Group will obviously improve."

An Zimo frowned, "It has something to do with a person? Who is this person who has such great abilities? Is he a commercial spy?"

"Minister of Technology, or Minister of Finance?"