Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Staring closely at the banknotes in the red envelope, the master and apprentice both had tears in their eyes, they hadn't seen so much money for a long time!

The 99 selected days mentioned earlier can actually be cut off. The master and apprentice still have a bottom line, nine dollars and nine.

After wandering around the world for so long, for three yuan, Master Zhou can give the child a good name, and for five yuan, he can help guide the family's Feng Shui. If you give more than ten yuan, it will be amazing.

Don't talk about routine divination, fortune-telling, and choosing a date, just let the master and apprentice talk about a cross talk on the spot.

Now, Master Zhou held his breath, looking at the thick stack of banknotes in the red envelope, his little finger kept shaking.

Lao Qi looked at Master Zhou in front of him, stuffed the red envelope into his coat pocket, and looked serious.

"Boss, are you hiring permanent workers?"

It was the first time Wang Zhaomou heard that Feng Shui masters can hire long-term workers.

"Actually, a feng shui master can not only choose an auspicious day to start work, but also can help you look at the site. Some things should not be placed randomly. Once the position is messed up, feng shui will be broken." Master Zhou said clearly and logically.

"If you invite me, you won't suffer a loss or be fooled. My apprentice and I can help you watch the whole process. After the project is over, you can give us another red envelope."

Wang Zhaomou watched the two people in front of him be quiet for a moment, and Lao Qi frowned tightly. He was about to say something in the boss's ear, but the boss smiled and nodded, agreeing on the spot.

"Then trouble the two of you."

"Tomorrow I can leave my life in your hands. Today we have to do something else first." Master Zhou got up and shook his robe, "As soon as I entered this company, I felt that the layout of the front desk was not right. have to change."

"How to change it?" Wang Zhaomou looked at the master and apprentice in front of him with a smile.

"The front desk is too high, it's easy to block out the wealth. It's best to use the height of the boss, and it's best to reach the chest." Master Zhou began to show, "After changing the height, you have to put golden toads, braves, or beckoning cats on it... ..."

Lao Qi was speechless when he heard this. He hadn't figured out what happened on the construction site yet, and he had to pack up the things in the company.

"Just follow what Master said." Wang Zhaomou gently instructed Lao Qi.

Unwillingly, Lao Qi followed Master Zhou to the front desk. Wang Zhaomou sat opposite the reception table, holding the teacup in his hand and turning it slightly.

Master Zhou muttered when he entered the door, Wang Zhaomou heard half of it.

Being able to be selected by Ji Lianhuo out of a bunch of people, and to be able to figure out that the person who invited him was a middle-aged man, is indeed quite capable.

The groundbreaking ceremony was scheduled for the weekend. Master Zhou prepared the tribute early in the morning. Wang Zhaomou and Captain Li of the construction team offered incense.

Lao Qi came forward to deal with the ceremony and reporters. Various banners and flower baskets were placed together. Sioux City has not banned fireworks yet, and firecrackers have been ringing on the construction site for a long time.

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On a rare weekend, Ji Lianhuo woke up early, put on a new smoky gray loose sweater, and washed his face several times. After going downstairs, he heard Mrs. Cheng say that the young master went to the company before dawn.

Ji Lianhuo couldn't hide his disappointment, he ate breakfast alone with his eyes down, and went back to his room.

Ji Dabao was soundly asleep, his glistening saliva dripped onto the pillow, wetting a large area.

Ji Lianhuo glanced at his nephew, wiped his mouth with paper, Ji Dabao woke up in a daze, blew bubbles on his nose, and smiled silly at his uncle.

Ji Lianhuo paused, remembering what brother Zhaomou said before about Dabao's intellectual development, he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

I didn't pay attention before, why now I look... more and more stupid.

The sun rose little by little and shone on Ji Dabao's buttocks. After knocking on the door of the room a few times, Ji Lianhuo opened the door and saw a woman in professional attire following Mrs. Cheng.

"Xiao Ji, this is the intellectual development teacher specially selected by the young master for Dabao. His surname is Sun." Mrs. Cheng introduced to Ji Lianhuo with a smile, "You have been in school before, so you haven't seen her."

Hearing the words "the young master personally picked", Ji Lianhuo nodded politely towards the woman.

"Hello, Teacher Sun."

"Mr. Ji, I need to make up a lesson for Dabao today." Sun Lili straightened her chest, showing a professional temperament of 12 points, "I think Mr. Wang and you definitely want to see Dabao's progress during this period, so I specially let him Dabao is ready to show the show."

Ji Lianhuo turned his head in surprise, and glanced at Ji Dabao who was lying on the bed.

Dabao still performs shows now?

Ji Lianhuo had no doubts, and immediately handed Ji Dabao, who was still sleeping in the cage, to Mr. Sun.

"Excuse me."

Sun Lili took over Ji Dabao who had just opened his sleepy eyes, with a bright smile, "When Mr. Wang comes, I will ask the two of you to check Dabao's recent study results."

Watching Sun Lili take away his struggling nephew, the young man looked expectantly at Mrs. Cheng.

"Sister Cheng, Brother Zhaomou, will you come before I go to school this afternoon?"

"I'll call the young master in advance." Mrs. Cheng covered her mouth and smiled, "I'm quite curious about what kind of performance Dabao can have."

Wang Zhaomou was busy until the afternoon, and the work on the construction site was not over. Hearing that Dabao was going to perform, Mr. Wang didn't even go to the kick-off banquet, and rushed home by car.

After flicking the incense ash on his suit, Wang Zhaomou saw Ji Lianhuo sitting in the living room studying as soon as he opened the door.

"Brother Zhaomou!" Ji Lianhuo trotted over, his eyes full of surprises, apparently he did not expect Wang Zhaomou to come back so early.

"Is the leg better?" Wang Zhaomou looked down at the boy's leg, and Ji Lianhuo quickly pulled up the colonel's trouser leg, revealing a mark on the leg.

The blisters in the burnt area are gone, and it turns into a red scar. When the scar falls off, the scar will be completely healed.

Young people recover quickly, within ten days, they can recover to this level.

"Does it still hurt?" Wang Zhaomou looked down.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's just itchy from time to time." In front of Wang Zhaomou, Ji Lianhuo wiped the red scar on his leg with his thumb, "Look, brother Zhaomou, it doesn't hurt at all."

"Really?" Wang Zhaomou stretched out his hand, and touched the red scar lightly with his fingertips just like Ji Lianhuo demonstrated just now.

It is soft here, the surface is undulating, the boy's body temperature is very high, and the red scar is like a burning flame, red and eye-catching.

"In two days, I will ask Lao Qi to go to school, and I will give you some medicine to remove the scars, so as not to leave marks." Wang Zhaomou calmly stopped, "You should also pay attention to it."

"Hmm." The boy's ears turned red, as if he had received some desired reward, he obediently hung down his trouser legs.

Wang Zhaomou took off his suit jacket and just hung it on the hanger when he saw the boy move his nose slightly and take a step closer to him.

"Brother Zhaomou, what smell do you have?"

"The construction site starts today." Wang Zhaomou briefly explained, raising his hand to straighten the collar of his shirt.

"The ceremony..." Ji Lianhuo moved closer to the man by asking.

"The master you choose will preside over it." Wang Zhaomou's lips curled slightly, and he gave the answer the boy wanted.

Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but smile, with a different kind of satisfaction and joy in his eyes.

Brother Zhaomou really trusts me!

"That's right." Wang Zhaomou glanced at his watch, and it was not yet time for Ji Dabao's performance.

"Lian Huo, have you met Dabao's intellectual development teacher?"

"I see." Ji Lianhuo nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Wang Zhaomou paused, thinking of Mr. Sun's scissor hands.

"Are you satisfied with her?"

"Brother Zhaomou picked it, it must be very good." Ji Lianhuo's eyes brightened, "Ms. Sun looks very professional, thank you Brother Zhaomou."

Wang Zhaomou smiled, raised his hand and gently touched the boy's head.

Before dinner, Ji Dabao's performance began.

Wang Zhaomou and Ji Lianhuo sat side by side on the sofa, and there was a fruit plate and drinks specially prepared by Mrs. Cheng in front of them.

"The first program, "Ode to the Goose"."

As Teacher Sun finished speaking, a plump white goose staggered up.

Ji Dabao was crying with a small face, wearing a white goose prop, with a goose neck and goose head on his head, moving his arms up and down, and the two white goose wings flapped.

Teacher Sun stood behind the sofa, holding a ruler in one hand, and gestured silently on his face with the other.

Ji Dabao smiled aggrievedly.

"Goose goose goose~"

Ji Dabao stretched out two small hands, and tilted his head up little by little.

"Cricket Xiang Tianguo~"

Wang Zhaomou silently took out his mobile phone.

"White-haired floating female ears~"

Ji Dabao circled in circles on the spot, jumping up and down with his two little feet, "Hongpao Qingpo~"

After all, he hadn't walked steadily yet, Ji Dabao jumped a couple of times, and sat down on the ground.

Feeling the pain from his buttocks, Ji Dabao pursed his mouth in grievance, tears streaming down his face, Ji Lianhuo subconsciously got up to hug him, Wang Zhaomou raised his hand to hold the boy.

Ji Lianhor paused, turned to look at Wang Zhaomou, stared at the man's hand holding his sweater, blushed, and sat back obediently.

Teacher Sun was behind the sofa and gestured with a ruler. Ji Dabao wiped his eyes, got up by himself, and walked to the side while leaning on the wall.

Why is my life so miserable!

Wang Zhaomou shared his mobile phone and spontaneously applauded Mr. Leng.

Seeing this, Ji Lianhuo reacted and applauded warmly for his nephew.

"The second program, Alphabet Song."

Wang Zhaomou turned on the phone again with a smile, but he didn't expect there to be a program.

Ji Dabao was wearing a sunflower headdress, and sunflower petals surrounded his small face, which made his face look rounder.

"ABCDEFG..."

Seeing Ji Dabao singing the alphabet song and dancing while clapping his little hands, the corners of Wang Zhaomou's lips curled up, feeling extremely happy. Today's exhaustion seemed to be diluted by the scene in front of him.

Ji Lianhuo sat beside Wang Zhaomou, seeing the smile on the man's face, he couldn't help but feel happy.

Brother Zhaomou smiled like this, it was really pretty.

After the two programs ended, Wang Zhaomou was still a little bit unsatisfied when he saw Ji Dabao crawling back out of breath.

"Is there any more?" Wang Zhaomou turned sideways and asked Teacher Sun.

"Because time is limited, there are only two queues." Sun Lili was a little worried.

"Wait a minute." Wang Zhaomou went upstairs and entered the study, and came down with two red envelopes after a while.

"The program is very good, Teacher Sun has worked hard." Wang Zhaomou solemnly handed two red envelopes to Sun Lili, "I will be very happy if I can see such a program next time."

"Definitely!" Sun Lili took the two red envelopes and sneaked them in. The thickness was astonishing.

Ji Lianhuo also stood up, followed behind Wang Zhaomou, and then looked at Ji Dabao, his eyes were very pleased.

Since I have the intellectual development teacher Zhaomou found, I don't have to worry about Dabao's low IQ anymore!

Ji Dabao bitterly tore off the big sunflower on his head, changed into normal clothes with the help of Mrs. Cheng, and crawled to the living room aggrieved. When he looked up, he saw the female devil with bright eyes, and the devil who seemed to be interested in him. Uncle who looks differently.

Are you really that good at acting yourself?

"In the future, if there are guests coming, it will be even better if Dabao can come out to perform." Wang Zhaomou smiled and picked up Ji Dabao, and waved a hundred-yuan bill in front of his son, "What do you think, Dabao?"

"Yeah!" Ji Dabao excitedly went to grab the money, never expecting that he would still have a performance fee!

It costs a hundred for one dance, and if you have more guests, wouldn't you be rich!