The stall was exposed to 6000 million

Chapter 23
"Oh, you mean the Sichuan boss by the road? You are also from Sichuan?"

"Ah, we... oh, right, right, from Sichuan?" the woman said quickly.

Zhang Jingchun showed a little doubt: "I remember that your husband's ID card is not from Sichuan?"

"Ah, yes, my husband is not from Sichuan, but I, I am from Sichuan."

The woman was obviously panicked, and she also knew that she was full of loopholes.

"Oh, it's all right, don't be nervous, I'm just chatting. How can people live in such a dilapidated place, and as far as I know, this place is going to be demolished..."

"Ah, you know all this?"

"I'm a local, of course I know?"

"Ah, oh." The woman looked at Zhang Jingchun with a complicated expression at this time, as if she felt something was wrong.

"It's okay, you guys eat first, I'll take a look."

Zhang Jingchun pushed the door of the room as he spoke.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a strong smell of damp, mixed with a musty smell.

The walls are also covered with cobwebs, and there are some old furniture inside, with a thick layer of dust on them. It seems that they have not been touched, which is great.

As long as the old house can be intercepted, the 800 million in cash will be in hand...

However, how can we make them happily jump into the pit?

Zhang Jingchun looked and calculated.

Although the house is old, the things inside are all old objects, such as a large carved bed with exquisite auspicious clouds, flowers and other patterns carved on it.

The main hall is still the same as before, and the middle hall is hung, but it is not an ancient literati calligraphy and painting, but a 72-figure picture that does not match the old house.

Below the picture of Quanshen is a long table with unused incense, foil, and matches on it.

The ashes in the censer are full, and it can be felt that the previous owner of this house was a believer in the gods who aspired to get rich and live a long life.

In front of the table, there is a high table with eight immortals, and two old armchairs on both sides, which are antique.

It's just that these furniture are too dilapidated, so they probably won't fetch a good price.

Just as Zhang Jingchun was looking around, the woman's voice came from behind him.

"Well, brother, are you really a local?"

"Yes."

Zhang Jingchun deliberately pinched his fingers at this time, the couple looked at me and I looked at you, making them confused.

I thought to myself what is this for?How come it counts.

Looking at his long gown with dragon pattern, it's really bluffing. Could it be that he's still a gentleman?
The two exchanged winks, and the woman asked tentatively.

"Brother, what are you doing? Do you know Feng Shui?"

Zhang Jingchun nodded: "My name is Zhang Jingchun. I was born in a family of Fengshui masters. My father is Zhang Chongyang, the eighth-generation direct disciple of Guo Pu, the ancestor of the master. Take my father's mantle and help people solve disasters."

"what?"

The suspicious look on the faces of the couple?

Looking at each other and smiling, the woman showed a ridiculous look.

"Brother, are you really good? I almost believed it?" Wu Haiyang said with a smile.

"Don't believe it? Why don't you let me make a divination for you for free?"

"Okay, mine?"

Because Zhang Jingchun knew Wu Haiyang's birth date, he had already calculated it, so he could immediately bluff him.

I didn't expect this woman to speak, it was exactly what I wanted.

"Okay, just give me your ID card?"

The woman smiled: "The ID card is not allowed. I am more than a year older. Let me report it for you. My name is Lin Juan. I was born at 1985 noon on July 7, 1."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Jingchun, thinking that this was the first time he had seen such a young Feng Shui master.

Aren't fortune tellers all old men on the street?
"What can you count? When will I get rich? And will I have a son in my life?"

Zhang Jingchun smiled slightly: "Don't worry, fortune-telling doesn't come just by opening your mouth. I have to go through detailed and careful calculations? First of all, you have to make sure that the information you report is true and effective."

"Of course it's true? It's a false report. I was hit by a car and died when I went out."

"Bah, bah, what are you talking about, wife? Crow's mouth." Wu Haiyang quickly spit on the ground.

"Okay, wait a moment."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and counted.

Counting a person's fate, for Zhang Jingchun, a feng shui master who is rooted in Miaohong, is just a matter of minutes. He is just thinking about how to find valuable things in her fortune-telling, so that the couple I can quickly put on the set.

Only by obtaining this old courtyard first, can the 800 million cash be obtained.

And the reason why this woman named Lin Juan didn't believe this was because his father was very superstitious about it, so he had a heart attack and shouldn't come back, so he asked the master to explain it to him, and finally died.

When the master arrived, he said it was hopeless, and the family was unwilling to send it to the hospital. The doctor said that if you are not superstitious, even if you are more than ten minutes faster, you still have a chance of survival.

So after that, Lin Juan no longer believed in any bullshit masters.

What's more, Zhang Jingchun is so young.

……

Zhang Jingchun opened his eyes at this moment.

"Pull your hand out."

Lin Juan stretched out her hand, Zhang Jingchun just glanced at it, and nodded without even touching her hand.

"All right."

"Ah? That's all right, why don't you tell me?" Lin Juan didn't believe him even more.

"I just read your birth date horoscope, combined face and palm reading, and after synthesis, I came to a conclusion. I dare not say 90% of this conclusion, but the accuracy rate can definitely reach [-]%."

"Pfft..., the master is different, even boasting so much? That's right, anyway, boasting doesn't cost money."

Lin Juan wanted to hold back, but she couldn't understand Zhang Jingchun's "pretending" to be a master.

He said it without hesitation.

Zhang Jingchun looked at him, just smiled lightly, and cleared his throat.

"Listen to me, and then evaluate. Pay attention, every word I say is important."

"Speak!"

"First, you are not your parents' own flesh and blood."

"what……"

She thought that the kid in front of her was a charlatan, but she was stunned by the first sentence he opened his mouth.

Zhang Jingchun smiled, seeing her mouth open wide, completely as he expected.

At this time, Wu Haiyang was also dumbfounded, and pulled his wife: "What? You are not your parents' biological flesh and blood? No way? The demolition of the house will not be a problem, right?"

The woman was also a little scared, and her brows frowned.

Pushing Wu Haiyang away at once: "Don't, don't listen to his nonsense?"

Zhang Jingchun smiled slightly: "Am I talking nonsense? I'm afraid only you can understand it in your heart, so do you still dare to listen?"

"Why don't I dare, I want to see how you make it up?" Lin Juan still pretended to be strong.

"Yes, tell me quickly!" Wu Haiyang also seemed very eager.

"Okay, according to the hexagram, Lin Juan is not your real name. Your real surname is Wang, and your name is Wang Yanling. There are three siblings, and you are the eldest, right?"

Hearing this, Lin Juan felt short of breath and sweated.

It seemed to bring him back to that terrible childhood.

But still pretending to be calm: "Tch, continue talking?"

Although what she said was very strong, Zhang Jingchun had already seen from her eyes that she had panicked a long time ago.

"But what I'm going to say next is too private, and it's not suitable to say it in front of your husband. Are you sure you want to say it?"

"Don't talk about that idle brat, say..."

Women are still tough.

　A few [recommendation tickets] for the cute robbery...

　　


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