Li Mowen had a trace of arc hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he stood at the door of the store, his hands tied behind his back, with a comfortable demeanor of looking at the clouds on the horizon.

Moment.

The crowd looked surprised.

Because they found that this young fortune teller actually took the initiative to come out, and then intercepted in front of a forty-year-old man with a relatively bloated body.

Now that he has a certain foundation for fame.

So Li Mowen didn't bother to say anything else to the other party, he asked with a straight smile: "This gentleman, I dare to guess, it should be an investment hobby?"

Many of the neighbors around here came to see the excitement after listening to the gossip incidents.

Naturally, they heard that this fortune teller was a bit special, and he didn't receive much of the guests who came to the door, but would pick someone on the side of the road to tell fortunes.

The man who was stopped halfway was named Song Zijin.

His daughter-in-law's maiden family lives near here, and this time she mainly came to visit his wife's maiden family, and by the way, he stayed here for two days.

Song Zijin looked at the young man who stopped in front of him, and found that the other party's outfit was a little strange, and glanced at the shop next to him, and suddenly said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I don't need fortune telling." ”

However, as soon as these words fell, they immediately attracted an uproar.

Passers-by and aunts hurriedly shouted: "Don't, it's rare for the master to give you guidance, and you don't need money, what's the hurry." ”

Song Zijin was stunned for a while, he really hadn't heard of it, and there were fortune tellers who didn't charge money.

The onlookers who came to watch the play asked curiously: "Master Gang said that you like investment, did you guess right?"

Everyone pricked up their ears to see if this young fortune teller was really that awesome.

Song Zijin frowned, he has indeed been obsessed with stock speculation recently, and he has also made a lot of money, and he has also changed to a Mercedes-Benz car, and his friends know it.

But I don't seem to have any friends on Changling West Street.

He replied, "Reluctantly!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately talked excitedly in private.

"I guessed it right again, it's really amazing!"

"That's right, they all say that people can't look good, and Master Li seems to be really level. ”

Song Zijin couldn't help but smile and shook his head: "Master Li you are talking about, is that young man just now?"

An old man said proudly: "Yes, you are not a local, you may not know, just this morning, the master pinched his fingers and caught a hit-and-run driver in the crowd." ”

"And a few days ago, after the master's advice and guidance, someone won a car of more than 100,000 yuan, and that luck was good. ”

Song Zijin smiled playfully, this time he knew it was fake!

It's really an exaggeration, either winning the lottery or catching criminals, it's just an exaggeration!

He happily replied: "Uncle, you, you still have to be careful, and you have to guard against people." ”

"Hearing is not believing. ”

His good advice was to persuade the uncle not to be deceived.

As a result, I didn't expect to be bombarded by the crowd all of a sudden!

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Yes, we've seen it with our own eyes!"

"If you don't believe it, just ask someone to ask, this matter is in our Changling West Street, who doesn't know!"

"Inquire for yourself!"

In an uproar, many people came out unconvinced to denounce it.

Song Zijin's mouth opened slightly, this is too exaggerated.

He turned his head with a straight face and left, what the hell is this place, shouldn't it be the trust that the fortune teller found back, and the current liars are too rampant, right?

However, just as he was about to get out of this place, suddenly the fortune teller chased after him again.

Li Mowen was holding a golden envelope with his own advice written on it.

"Meeting is fate, I never charge money for fortune telling!"

Li Mowen smiled very calmly: "Believe it or not, it's all up to you, whether you want to leave or not!"

Handing the envelope to the passerby, Li Mowen really turned around and left in a very chic manner, without the slightest hesitation.

Let's talk about it.

Li Mowen returned to the door of the store, then waved his hand and smiled: "Let's disperse, don't force others, everyone has their own fate, and God is destined to do it." ”

"Although I feel the need to tell him, in the end, it depends on the individual. ”

Immediately, he sat down in the Taishi chair at the door and took a sip of tea.

This tip is a reminder.

He is especially confident, because the opponent is going to suffer a major blow, and if he listens to himself, he may have the opportunity to stop the loss in time.

But if you don't listen to yourself, I'm afraid it's going to be bad.

Anyway, in any case, there will not be much of a problem with your own predictions.

It's just a matter of whether or not you can escape this catastrophe.

……

Half an hour later.

Song Zijin returned to his parents' house, he pushed the door in, and sat on the sofa in the living room.

The son is holding an iPad playing the glory of the king.

He couldn't help but ask his daughter-in-law: "Wife, are you more superstitious, I just let a fortune teller stop me on the road." “

"I wanted to leave, but I was stopped by a group of uncles and aunts, saying that if I don't listen to the master, something will happen sooner or later!"

Hearing this, Song Zijin's daughter-in-law immediately laughed.

She rolled her eyes and scolded with a smile: "How is it possible, my dad is not superstitious!"

Song Zijin shrugged his shoulders and threw the golden envelope in his hand on the trash can, he wanted to lose this thing on the way.

But I still held back alive.

He poured himself a cup of tea, then knocked on his son's head and shouted, "Still playing, have you memorized the words?"

"Carry it again at night!"

The little kid, who was still in sixth grade, was playing a game intently, manipulating Galen to snatch eight heads from the ground.

And he also complained in the game interface that his teammates were really weak, and he couldn't take it at all.

Song Zijin was also idle and bored, and he didn't want to watch TV, so his eyes inadvertently fell on the letter in the trash can.

He simply picked up the letter again and opened it to see what was written inside.

What catches your eye is a neat line of words.

[In the near future, you will encounter huge investment risks, please invest cautiously, otherwise you will lose a lot!]

Song Zijin's eyebrows furrowed very hard, it wasn't that he didn't want to listen to what he said, but he felt a little strange.

The fortune teller told himself this inexplicably.

What the hell are you trying to do?

I have been playing stocks recently, which is a risky investment.

Of course, high risk also equates to great opportunity.

Over the years, he has accumulated some savings in his hands, and it just so happens that the market seems to be good, so he has been learning from others to play for half a year.

probably has some talent, and I invested 300,000 yuan to try it.

Now it's doubled.

Song Zijin smiled, he knew the risk in his heart, and he didn't need to be reminded by others at all.

Thinking of this, he tore up the note and threw it in the trash.