When he was in junior high school, Zeng Xiaopeng's mother once took her son to the temple to calculate a hexagram, and the old monk touched Zeng Xiaopeng's pair of broken palms and was amazed. said to Zeng Xiaopeng's mother, "Your son will either be rich and noble in the future, or he will be a great traitor, but it is by no means the fate of ordinary people." ”

The old monk said: "The poor monk has been in the field for sixty years, half a Jiazi, but it is the first time I have seen such a bizarre character!"

Moreover, Zeng Xiaopeng himself heard some old people say that it is rare for one hand to have a broken palm, and it is even more remarkable to have two broken hands, either great good or great evil, in short, not mortal.

Although Zeng Xiaopeng didn't believe much in fortune-telling, the old man he met in front of him in the Internet café made him a little impressed.

Zeng Xiaopeng was still silent on the surface, and said indifferently to the old man: "Thank you, you continue to serve the majority of netizens." ”

The old man stood up and said to Zeng Xiaopeng suddenly: "How about the old man invite the little brother to have a cup of tea and talk about the mystery again?"

Zeng Xiaopeng listened, although he was skeptical, he also stood up and thought: Go and go, I'm afraid that you won't succeed.

In fact, Zeng Xiaopeng was already full of curiosity about this old man subconsciously, and of course he was also full of curiosity about himself.

In this way, Zeng Xiaopeng was taken into a pre-set game unsuspectingly, and I have to say that this game is clever and exquisite.

Later, Zeng Xiaopeng learned that this old man was indeed a master of the world, and his background and status were ridiculously high. Everything he did to the young man in front of him was full of amazing wisdom and energy, as well as accurate judgment of the present and prediction of the future.

Walking out of the Internet café, a translucent and shining black Mercedes-Benz sedan immediately drove towards the old man, and the time was so accurate, it must have been waiting not far away.

After Daben stopped, a driver wearing a standard uniform got out of the car, respectfully opened the car door for the old man, stopped above the car door with one hand, and watched the old man get into the car.

This made Zeng Xiaopeng on the side slightly surprised: What kind of person is this old man? A fortune teller in the rivers and lakes will never have such pomp and momentum?

After the two got into the car, the old man whispered to the driver: "Go to Furong Creek Wangjiang Teahouse." ”

Then he stopped talking, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Daben drove smoothly through several blocks, and the people in the car never said a word.

Furong Creek is a prime location for commercial and residential, leisure and shopping in The Pavilion less than five years old, but it is also the most upscale and elegant place in the Pavilion.

A man-made lake runs through the hundreds of acres of Central Park, surrounded by towering buildings and verdant paths, transforming and decorating the vast expanse of land that used to be named after Furong Creek into the beautiful cityscape it is today.

Wangjiang Tea House is located at the most secluded intersection of the artificial lake and the park, a winding driveway leads directly to the courtyard of the tea house, and the entire tea house and manor-style courtyard covers an area of no less than 30 acres. In this area where every inch of land is valuable, to have such a teahouse with a courtyard shows the identity and strength of the owner.

Zeng Xiaopeng followed the old man through the picturesque quaint courtyard and poured the big teahouse, which was also an antique building.

The tea boss was a slightly chubby man in his fifties, bowing his body, his hands hanging out of his trouser pockets, and greeted the old man with a smile and humility.

The old man waved his hand casually and led him directly to a private room by the window in the teahouse.

This is a luxurious private room of more than 100 square meters, with a wide view, abundant light, overlooking the most beautiful scenery of the lake and the park, and immediately giving people a feeling of refreshment.

From the moment he entered the teahouse, Zeng Xiaopeng could see that the tea boss was very familiar with Old Man Dong, and called him Dong Lao with great respect, and he didn't ask the two of them what they drank, and directly came to two cups of the top Tieguanyin.

Zeng Xiaopeng peeked at a price list on the coffee table, a cup of Tieguanyin is 280 yuan.

Not to mention that I have never been to such a high-end and magnificent teahouse, it is the first time to see such an occasion, and of course I have never drunk such expensive tea.

But Zeng Xiaopeng didn't reveal the slightest strange look, his face was as calm as water, and he looked like he was not shocked and didn't care.

Seeing this, the old man moved his brows slightly, sat down, took a sip of tea, and then glanced at Zeng Xiaopeng, and stopped talking.

Because at this time, Zeng Xiaopeng was leaning on the wide chair, looking at the river, as if he was obsessed with the scenery in front of him, and he looked relaxed and happy.

The two were silent for a while, and Old Man Dong seemed to be unable to resist the young man in front of him, so he spoke first:

"You don't ask why I called you here, and why I'm interested in you?"

Zeng Xiaopeng was a little stunned, and said: "You are a self-proclaimed immortal, can't you be a mere nobleman? Don't you think that I will have nobles to help? This nobleman must be you?"

The old man said: "It's not me, I'm not qualified." ”

Zeng Xiaopeng was slightly startled, and closed his mouth again, thinking: This is not qualified, then this noble person is not too expensive to scare people to death.

But what Zeng Xiaopeng thought was: Don't think that I will be very anxious to ask you who this noble person is, I just don't ask.

It's not that Zeng Xiaopeng doesn't have curiosity about this nobleman, it's that he doesn't want to surrender so easily and make himself so soft, as if he can't live without this nobleman. Besides, the old man in front of him must have a great background, and he can't let himself be captured by this old man easily, and it looks like a wanderer who needs to be rescued.

And the most important point is, isn't this thing itself a bit of a fantasy?

Zeng Xiaopeng is a person who does not believe in miracles, only believes in reality, because he has never seen a miracle since he came to this world, only the cold reality year after year, day after day.

The old man was just about to speak, the mobile phone in his coat pocket rang, and he answered the phone and said, "Well, I'm in Wangjiang Teahouse, let's do it another day." ”

After speaking, he hung up the phone first and put the phone on the wide Nanmu coffee table.

Took a sip of tea. Just as he was about to speak, the phone on the coffee table rang tenaciously again.

The old man was a little annoyed, picked up the phone, and said slightly angrily: "Do you have to be now? You come directly to the teahouse, and I am in the No. 8 private room." ”

After speaking, the old man took another sip of the teacup, Zeng Xiaopeng heard the old man sigh obviously, obviously the phone call just now interfered with him.

Zeng Xiaopeng stood up and said earnestly: "Senior, you are busy beforehand, I'm leaving, thank you for your tea." ”

The old man immediately waved his hand and beckoned: "Don't go, sit down first, it's not a big deal, an old acquaintance wants to see me, you sit." ”

Then the old man sighed again: "People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves, these mundane things have always made the old decay unable to get out, there is no way!"

Zeng Xiaopeng took the opportunity to ask: "Then what is the vulgar matter between you and me today?"

The old man smiled and said bluntly: "These are two different things, they have nothing to do with each other, I am looking for you today, it is not a mundane matter, you will know in the future." ”

Zeng Xiaopeng asked, "Why don't you let me know now?"

The old man said, "Perhaps, this is the last major event of my life, and I must do it well, and I must not rush it." ”

Zeng Xiaopeng knew in his heart: today's encounter in the Internet café was deliberately arranged by the old man in advance.

A little unhappy, a little aggrieved, so he replied: "Then how do you want me to play with you?"