The daily life of the fortune teller who was forced to open business

"What, Yangyang has been sent to the intensive care unit again?... No, no, no, we need to see, I'll pay the bill now, okay, thank you doctor." The bearded man was in the room after hanging up the phone Spinning around, muttering while walking: "Why is Yang Yang still not healed?! The immortal master clearly told me that I have succeeded, how could it be like this!"

"No, no, the immortal master will definitely not make mistakes, calm down first... Yes, I will call the immortal master first... the immortal master..." The man's eyes were full of red blood, he had no money in his hand, The last deposit has been given to the immortal master, so that the immortal master can help his son survive this disaster.

According to the immortal master, Yang Yang has recovered by now!

Soon the call was connected: "Hello? Master Sun Xian, it's my old He... May I ask if that matter was really successful? Yangyang has entered the intensive care unit again, I really can't keep up with the expenses! Yangyang in the end When will it be better?"

A cold and slippery voice came from the other end of the phone, like a snake swimming out of the sewer, which made people tremble and get goosebumps all over: "Hurry up, don't worry... Daxian personally asked Don't worry about your son's matter, it will be fine soon...you go to the hospital now, drive there, and you need to pack your luggage."

"Alright, thank you Immortal Master Sun! Thank you Great Immortal!" As if the man had received an amnesty, what the Immortal Master meant was that he could go and fetch Yangyang home!He was so happy that he couldn't help himself. After hanging up the phone, he stomped his feet heavily on the floor and grabbed the key to go out.

After an ear-piercing sound of the iron door being pulled, he seemed to have thought of something again. He rushed back in two or three steps, and tore away the red cloth on the shrine that was incompatible with the old and messy house, revealing a statue of a phoenix crown and Xiapei. The statue's eyebrows were drawn into the temples, its eyes were like lacquer, and a little bright red cinnabar was dotted on its lips. It looked rather benevolent, like some god.

The man took out three incense sticks from the side and lit them. He knelt down in front of the altar and kowtowed fiercely. When he closed his eyes and kowtowed, the idol's eyeballs suddenly moved and looked at the kneeling man.

With this movement, all the compassion and kindness disappeared, and evil spirits spread around, making people shudder.

As if he didn't feel anything, the man got up and inserted the incense into the incense cauldron, bowed a few more times, then grabbed the car keys again and hurried out.

On the other side, Sun Xianshi, who was dressed in white, had a standard benevolent face. His face was round and there were smile lines at the corners of his eyes, which made people feel that he was a good-natured old man.

He was sitting in the room, the sunset outside fell on him through the window, the teacup on the table was steaming slowly, looking so peaceful and comfortable, but the two paper figures standing in front of him, pale paper The skin and the blood-red blush matched each other, abruptly mixing infinite coldness into the warm atmosphere.

He was still smiling, and stretched out his hand to stroke the head of the paper figurine lovingly: "Go, go and help Mr. He, Daxian still pointed him to be a model, it's not good to fail, it would be shameful, wouldn't it? "

The eye sockets of the paper figurine were dotted with eyeballs, which were clearly drawn with ink, but at this moment they were twirling wildly, like a pair of living eyes.Immediately afterwards, the paper figurine's eyeballs rolled up, the eye sockets became blank, and it fell straight backwards.

There were two slaps, and the paper figurine fell to the ground, but Sun Xianshi seemed not to see it, holding the teacup with both hands, and squinted his eyes in comfort.

What better way to buy people's hearts than a well-off family falling to the bottom of the society because of a serious illness of their son, but being saved when they are dying?Mr. He is such a typical example selected out of thousands of people. At that time, it took a lot of effort to attract him to the religion, and it was very difficult to destroy his family. Now it is the last step, and it cannot fail.

Master Sun Xian took a sip of tea, and the phone rang again. When he saw the name on it, he showed a real smile and nodded. It was his daughter: "Dad! When did you come back from your business trip? Lele has been there Missing you!"

The middle-aged woman on the phone picked up a little girl who was only over three years old, and the little girl's eyes lit up when she saw the phone: "Grandpa! Grandpa——!"

"Hey, hey, good, my sweet girl!" Sun Xianshi smiled so much that his eyes narrowed, and he clapped his hands, which caused the little girl on the other end of the video call to giggle.

After teasing the granddaughter, the daughter's face squeezed in again: "Dad, you are over 70, why are you working so hard! The family is not short of money! I want you to go on a business trip at such an old age! I said you resigned and re-employed, come back Can you take a look at Lele for me?"

"Hey, okay, I'll go home after I finish my work here! It can be repaired for half a year! Why throw away a good salary, it would be good to save for our Jialele to buy two more houses in the future!" Sun Xianshi laughed said.Immediately after, his daughter picked up the child again, and the grandparent and grandson chatted in an awkward manner, but both of them felt very happy.

This is also the benefit that Daxian gave him. He got a daughter when he was old, and her daughter has always been in poor health. He didn't want to ask her to get married, but she insisted on not listening. Opinion, but her husband's family has a lot of opinions, and they run on his daughter with words all day long. Within a few years, his daughter suffered from depression and wanted to die every day. He was so worried that his hair turned gray.

But since he believed in the Great Immortal and sincerely worshiped the Great Immortal, his daughter has gradually recovered. After he brought a dozen or so believers to the Great Immortal, his daughter was already alive and kicking. Don't be a fairy teacher, he agreed, so his daughter actually had a child, and the family bought several houses, until now the family has surplus food, people and everything are prosperous.

Master Sun Immortal also knew that Daxian did some things in a wicked way, but so what?What could compare to the happy life of his daughter and granddaughter?No.

Master Sun Xian hung up the phone with a smile, and looked sideways at the two paper figurines: "...don't blame me, if you weren't greedy, you wouldn't have scanned the QR code for 20 yuan. After all, how could there be... What about the good things about the money?"

***

As far as city B is concerned, it is indeed different from city S in the south. It is so hot that the temperature does not exceed [-] degrees, but when the temperature suddenly rises, the air is as dry as if it is about to burn.

Nan Shi held the drink in his hand and refused to let it go. He just drank a bottle of lemonade, and now he is still holding a cup of milk tea that is more than half drunk.

He looked down at the green of the matcha, the red of the red bean mixed with the milky white double skin milk, it really had a special taste.

"Is it delicious?" Zou Jin looked at the unbelieving Nan Shi, and said triumphantly, "I bought it after waiting in line for four hours. It's still very good."

Nan Shi was also very skeptical about life. He always thought that the online celebrity milk tea shops that lined up for hours were all hype, but he didn't expect that they really had such a bit of talent, and their reputation was worthless: " It’s delicious, but I definitely won’t spend an afternoon just to buy a cup of milk tea.”

Zou Jin caressed Nanshi's dog's head: "Can you realize that you are a second-generation richer than me? If you want to drink, you need to buy it yourself? Can't you show a little money-making ability? At this time you Shouldn't you say something like 'this milk tea shop is good, Steward Zhou, go and buy me this milk tea...'?"

"Thank you for the invitation, I have no money." Nan Shi turned on his phone and looked at his bank balance. After so many things, he is actually quite rich, but most of it Nan Shi doesn't want to use it. It depends on money ability - for example, if you want to do a big thing, it only takes five seconds to transfer money from mobile banking to a charity fund (with the support of Tiandao's father), but it takes a lot of money to make a bunch of real estate books or cash in any store. Two or three days?After the transformation is over, he may be cold.

Nan Shi sighed, "Hey, it's not a good day..."

"...Hey? Why do you only have this little money?" Zou Jin leaned forward to take a look, silently counted two or three times, and found that he was right, it was more than 800 million, and then he laughed and said: "It's okay Yes, a lot! At least you can set up a franchise store to set up a formula! It only costs one-eighth!"

Nan Shi looked at him sadly: "You don't understand, that fraction is mine."

That's six 10,000+. Zou Jin looked at Nan Shi with distress: "Why don't you call me Dad, Dad loves you, give you some pocket money... No, you are so poor, your family won't give you some ?”

Children from rich families like them pay attention to having a fund from birth, and this fund will never be moved. Even if this person is a salted fish at home, he can live a luxurious life with the profits of this fund. A little bit is that when you reach a certain age, you will be given monthly pocket money. Of course, there are also types that are particularly particular and not particular.

For example, his gay friend Feng Ziheng, who is particularly particular, has very strict discipline at home, and only gives [-] pocket money a month, and never pays a dime more.The ones who are not particular about it are his family. Ever since his parents had a showdown with him, he has basically never been in charge of the money. He is given hundreds of thousands a month. If it is not enough, ask the family to give some more.

But even Feng Ziheng, counting pocket money alone, is beyond the reach of most ordinary people. What's more, Feng Ziheng has used pocket money to invest since he was a child. Wan should be there.

As poor as Nanshi, with all due respect, he has never seen a second generation who is poorer than Nanshi.

Zou Jin thought for a while about that senior brother from Nanshi, thinking that it shouldn't be, that guy doesn't look like such a tight-knit person!

Nan Shi replied: "Yes, but I'm too embarrassed to take it... I have nothing to do with my brother's money, I can earn it myself..."

"You earned it yourself?" Zou Jin patted Nan Shi on the shoulder immediately when he heard this, and gave him a thumbs up: "Brother Nan is awesome!"

"Get lost." Nan Shi brushed Zou Jin's hand away, and suddenly saw a stall selling sugar porridge at the entrance of an alley beside him. For some reason, he thought that sugar porridge must be very delicious. But he said to Zou Jin: "Don't move around here, I'll go and buy two bowls of sugar porridge."

Zou Jin rolled his eyes, followed Nan Shi's gaze, and wanted to go there with Nan Shi: "Sugar porridge? Where?"

Nan Shi waved his hand: "Where...wait for me here."

Zou Jin paused for a while. Although the tone of Nan Shi's words didn't change, it made him subconsciously want to obey. He nodded his head nah: "Then I'll wait for you here, don't get lost, or I'll go back It’s not easy to explain to your senior brother.”

"You don't need to explain." Nan Shi smiled inexplicably, then turned his head and walked towards the sugar porridge stand.

The setting sun dyed everything a thick red. Looking at Nan Shi's back, Zou Jin felt that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to move when he heard Nan Shi's words, and saw Nan Shi walking towards the empty road. Yiwu's alley, as if talking to someone, even took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code to pay, then Nan Shi lowered his head and made a gesture of eating, raised his eyes and chatted with people twice, and then left into the alley.

Zou Jin was taken aback, thinking that this was going to be fatal, he didn't care about what Nan Shi said right now, and rushed over quickly.But that alley was calm and quiet, and one could see the bottom at a glance. Where was Nan Shi's shadow?

broken!