Qingyue Temple

"Boss, today is really exciting! Next time something like this happens again, I won't come if I don't give me a raise." The assistant said with lingering fear.

"Your bonus is indispensable." Zhu Yi shook his head and said, Zhu Yi wanted to thank the grandparent who reminded him, and asked if there were any other precautions, but he looked back , but don't see the person you're looking for.

Those neighbors who haven't left yet feel a little weird when Zhu Yi looks at them like this.

The assistant asked, "Boss, what are you looking for?"

Following the direction from which the voice came from, Zhu Yi asked the person standing behind him, "Sir, did my grandparents and grandchildren speak to me behind me just now? Do you know where they went?"

"It's always been me standing here, how can there be any grandparents." The man looked at Zhu Yi inexplicably, and suddenly thought of something, took a step back with a bad face, turned around and left.

The assistant called hesitantly: "Boss?"

Zhu Yi suddenly felt a little cold.

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Waking up in the morning, Yuan Pei rolled from his luxurious big bed onto the expensive and thick handmade carpet, and rolled from carpet to carpet with the quilt in his arms, all the way to his laptop, opened his eyes closed, and went shopping with his eyes open .

Lazily putting a bunch of food, drink, and entertainment into the shopping cart, Yuan Pei suddenly thought of something, opened the favorites and looked through, and found the shop that he had collected a few days ago - Qingyueguan.

Ahem, I paid attention to this store because I wanted to see how poor it would be, but I didn’t expect it to be my brother’s store. At the beginning, he was aggrieved that the talisman was more expensive than his hexagram, so he went to the door to hate it Let me repeat—tsk, who made me talk so cheap back then, now he doesn't dare to reveal his identity, so let's silently support his brother's career.

There were only three kinds of talismans in the store, and Yuan Pei took a few dozen of them one by one, and was about to pay... Eh, the balance is not enough?

Yuan Pei deleted the snacks, and lost a few talismans, paying again and again failed, until at the end there was only one safe talisman left, and it still reminded that the balance was insufficient!Yuan Pei almost lost his temper.

When he dropped his mobile phone and quit shopping, and found that there were only more than 200 yuan left in his wallet, Yuan Pei's entire face was numb.

He actually became so poor all of a sudden, when did this happen! ?

Rubbing his hair in a daze, Yuan Pei subconsciously tried to figure out if there were any big orders that could make money at the fortune-telling booth today. Go to take orders and help the poor yourself.

At this time, Yuan Pei's hand somehow touched the leg of a nearby table, and the dahlias that had just been flown in from Mexico last night fell on the table. Yuan Pei flashed quickly, and the glass vase shattered on his notebook. .

Fortunately, Yuan Pei was able to block it in time, otherwise the broken pieces of the glass bottle would have pierced his eyes.

The eyes and face are fine, but Yuan Pei's hand accidentally scratched in the broken glass, and the opening was cut, and bright red blood spilled out.

Yuan Pei stared blankly at the situation in front of him.

Hands with dew and blood, scattered broken glass everywhere, poured on the famous notebook like a sacrificial fresh flower.

Yuan Pei stretched out his blood-stained hand and touched the petals of the dahlia. This scene had a poignant and sad mood.

Yuan Pei maintained a melancholy expression, looked at the broken glass bottle and dahlia, slowly raised the selfie stand and mobile phone that had been kept by his hand, and aimed at his perfect profile...

Zhenggong V: It hurts, it hurts. [Attachment: Flower and Beauty.jpg Jiugongge]

——Reply: Aww, my husband is so beautiful!Lick lick! !

——Reply: Distressed, my husband doesn't cry!Husband is coming to my arms!

——Reply: When will the empress update the article, you are too lazy recently!Will you lose my creation like this!

——Reply: Niang, you are more on Weibo!You are smaller or not bigger!You haven't broadcast live for a long time, don't you love us? ? (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

——Reply: Husband, you have eye dropsy, didn’t you wash your face just after you woke up?It doesn't matter, you are cute like this!Bihart!

After swiping to the fifth reply, Yuan Pei's melancholy expression cracked. After checking the photos, he quickly deleted the Jiugong grid, wiped his face clean, and took dozens of beautiful photos in half a minute. .

After confirming that the photo was perfect this time, Yuan Pei quickly reposted the Weibo just now.

In the reply, there were a bunch of flirtatious sluts who had already taken screenshots, all of which were blackened by Yuan Pei, who had a blue face.

Turning off Weibo in a bad mood, Yuan Pei remembered the question he had just forgotten—poor!poverty!poverty!

Fang Shanshui said that he could no longer tell people's fortunes. He didn't care about it at first, but... this is too bad luck!Another bankruptcy, a half-day tour of a haunted house, and being smashed by a vase.

It's just awful!

Yuan Pei looked at his face in the mirror, and he really looked like a bloody disaster covered by mold.

Smashing a vase is a minor matter, but ruining the image is a major matter!

It seems that this period of time really can't be messed with fortune-telling.

Yuan Pei pondered, but what should he do if he is so poor? Do he have to answer advertisements with his big V numbers?

... No, how could such a out-of-the-box thing be done!

It will fall powder!

Yuan Pei got up and knocked on Fang Shanshui's door, and yelled gracefully: "The landlord, do you care about the food?"

Fang Shanshui, who had just finished his morning class, opened the door and replied, "...don't care about the food."

Yuan Pei opened the door and smiled: "Why bother to hurt each other, Fang Fang? Our friendship is worth 500 million."

Fang Shanshui: "..."

At this time, the black cat lying on the window sill in the room gave a timely "meow~", as if it was also crying hungry.

Fang Shanshui seemed to see the faces of Heimao and Yuan Pei, and they both stamped a shiny new name - Creditor 1, Creditor 2.

Yuan Pei sat down at the table with satisfaction, and his smile cracked the moment he saw the food.

Yuan Pei, who originally wanted to beat the local tyrant, couldn't believe that his fellow local tyrant was so mean to him.

Yuan Pei: "Just give me this! I don't want caviar by air, or red wine from 82. Am I such a luxurious person? I can bear hardships! But you give your cat I already have two grilled fish, so you brought me two deep-fried dough sticks! Drain-fried ones! Our friendship is so expensive, it’s worth two deep-fried deep-fried sticks???...Fangfang, you deeply It hurt me deeply."

Fang Shanshui didn't speak, turned on his phone and showed Yuan Pei his balance.

Yuan Pei looked at it blankly, then looked at Fang Shanshui's face that was also full of bad luck, and finally remembered that this is also a poor man in front of him, a poor man who is poorer than him, and he used pocket money to help him the day before yesterday .

Yuan Pei: "No, what about your Taobao store, didn't there be a god who wanted to buy something yesterday? And you are so poor, you buy grilled fish for the cat, and fried dough sticks for me! I am not as good as a cat in your heart!"

The black cat gnawed the fish slowly, and when it heard Yuan Pei yelling, it lazily called out to him: "Meow, ow~" It seemed to say that you are not as good as me.

Yuan Pei felt that the damn black cat was showing off to him, Chi Guoguo's showing off!

Fang Shanshui rubbed his forehead: "That person didn't buy it yesterday, and I don't want to sell his messy things. I'm going home in three days. I got the ticket to leave, and the ticket to come back... I think I might need to go Come back."

Yuan Pei burst into tears as he gnawed on the fritters. How could his brother be so poor? It was as if he was eating his meat while eating the fritters. I couldn't bear it...

Yuan Pei swallowed the deep-fried dough sticks in one gulp, took a sip of boiled water, and said bitterly: "We can't go on like this, or we'll starve to death. Let's figure it out, we have to do something. And your Taobao store also needs to be rectified. There are a lot of poor people in Taobao, and if you sell a talisman worth [-] yuan, even if you sell it for a few days, it will starve people to death, so you can’t sell it for [-] yuan.”

Fang Shanshui was quite calm when he heard the words, so let's cut the price and treat it as serving the public. Anyway, his skills have improved now, and it is much easier to draw symbols, and it doesn't waste much time.

Fang Shanshui asked: "Then how much should the price be reduced?"

Yuan Pei glared at him: "What kind of price reduction! Ten thousand will starve to death, where to reduce it? Didn't you say that you used to sell [-]? Now you are still selling [-]! There is a limit, and each person can buy up to five and ten tickets , the first one sells for [-] at a discount, and the second one is [-]! Whether you like it or not, this will be the treasure of our store in the future.... But this is after all for high-consumer groups, and we have to sell something else If you want to find supplements, otherwise the sales will not increase, and the popularity will be difficult to develop."

Fang Shanshui suddenly realized when he heard it, yes, although his talismans are cheaper than before, but others don't know, and they may think that he has always been at this price.According to Yuan Pei's way of doing it, no matter whether someone buys it or not, first of all, this forceful style will come back...

Fang Shanshui looked at Yuan Pei with a receptive expression, and motioned him to continue.

Yuan Pei thought for a while, and suddenly looked at Fang Shanshui with a clean face: "Fang Fang, you are so powerful, will you consecrate it?"

Fang Shanshui didn't quite understand Yuan Pei's meaning: "Consecration? Do you mean inviting gods? Yes, but I can only invite ghosts and gods. Most ghosts and gods are delicate, and ordinary people are not easy to worship."

Yuan Pei froze when he heard the words, waved his hands and said: "No, I see that in those temples, monks gather together to recite scriptures, and they can consecrate things. I think your chanting every morning and evening is very nice, let's buy some accessories Put it by your side, wouldn’t you be able to consecrate it when you do your daily routine? It’s just to make the object more aura and improve the style, without having to do troublesome things deliberately.”

Fang Shanshui heard the words, thought about it carefully, and thought it might be possible.

Although he can't consecrate, but he has spiritual objects!It's hard to say what's in his house, the black cat, but the tortoise in his house these days has indeed become more and more spiritual.When he recites scriptures, he puts things by his side, and there are spiritual objects in the house to circulate spiritual energy. As long as the objects are slightly contaminated, it should be of great benefit to ordinary people. This method is feasible.

Fang Shanshui nodded: "Yes. But we don't have money to buy anything that can be used for consecration, right? Wait until I sell a few more talismans before doing it?"

Yuan Pei seemed to see the fortune flying over the heads of the two poor ghosts, and was immediately overjoyed: "You don't have to worry about the money, the broken ship still has three catties of nails, let alone a space-class aircraft carrier like me! Anyway, I can't open my fortune-telling booth Well, count me as a shareholder of your store, and I will take care of advertising, purchase and delivery, and the rich brothers will make money together!"

Fang Shanshui was also very happy: "Okay, it's settled like this. If you earn money, you will get half of it. By the way, if you work harder, do you want more points? I don't know how to calculate these."

Fang Shanshui still has a headache about those chores, and Yuan Pei's willingness to take them away just solved his troubles.

"Absolutely right, which one of our brothers is with whom!" Fang Shanshui was so happy, and Yuan Pei also felt happy, feeling that Fang Shanshui really began to regard himself as a friend.