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"Six goes to four into one, three goes down and five divides by two...... "I don't know when there is another person at the table, who is looking down and fiddling with a book-sized abacus, muttering to himself.

"One hundred and five, take the number as six, and the hexagram is a kan, which is not very good." Sitting down next to Zeng Yifan, the man beckoned to the waiter, "Bring me a pot of health tea." ”

The tea was soon served, and the man made a cup, sipped pleasantly, and the abacus in his hand sounded again: "One hundred and five, add forty-eight, you can count one hundred and fifty-three, take the number nine, and the hexagram is dry, not bad." ”

That person's set of practices seemed a little inexplicable to others, but Zeng Yifan and them were clear in their hearts. He is answering the hexagram, the hexagram of the insight.

The hexagram is not good for the confession; Qiangua, good to see the adult, virtuous people. And the purpose of their gathering is precisely the main raceman who is waiting for the rematch.

"I forgot to introduce myself, my little man." The man put down his abacus and looked at the bill, "Is this meal AA system or who pays for it?" ”

This man is in his early thirties, Sven is a little shrewd, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he is wearing a navy blue modified version of the tunic with a white shirt inside, and he has been dressed as an intellectual in the seventies of the last century.

Don't underestimate this somewhat old-fashioned Xiao Lang, in the last Global Divination Competition, no one knew that there was such a number one person, because he only debuted later, and then he only had three or four years of kung fu, and he was already well-known in the divination world. No matter how difficult the matter is, as long as the abacus in his hand is pulled, three times five divided by two will be solved, so he got the nickname of "three times five divided by two".

The strange thing is that no one in the divination world knows about his master's faction, and some people deduce from his divination method that Xiao Lang's divination is likely to be a lost "god number ghost calculation".

"I'll pay for it." Zeng Yifan said briskly, don't say that he has money in his pocket at this time, even if he doesn't have much money, he will still invite it.

Because he looks at Xiao Lang very pleasing to the eye, as for why, Zeng Yifan himself can't say.

"I'm sorry about that." Xiao Lang politely picked up the teacup and quickly took another big sip, "The people from the top have arrived, right?" ”

"Obviously, it didn't arrive." Park Geun-hee looked at his watch, "The main race doesn't seem to be very punctual......"

Before he finished speaking, a waiter came over: "Excuse me, the guests in box No. 3 would like to invite four people over." ”

As she spoke, she pointed to the box on the side and made a "please" gesture, motioning for the four of them to follow her.

Except for Xiao Lang, the rest of the people were a little surprised, the location of the box was in the northwest of them, and it happened to be a dry position.

"The old people are very punctual." Xiao Lang muttered to himself and straightened out the style and discipline, and looked like he met the elders.

The four of them got up and were about to go over, but the waiter handed Park Geun-hee a note: "This is from the guest over there." ”

On the note, a few words were written: "Your watch is almost up." ”

Like the other boxes, the spacious Box 3 has a circle of sand and a large coffee table, except for the addition of a portable projection board. On the sofa, two old men with white hair stared at the projection board, talking like a war of words.

"See?! I said I was going to fall, but you didn't believe it. The round-faced old man smugly pointed to the projection board, "Be careful with your coffin book, don't soak it all." ”

"What are you talking about? Shouting before the market closes, don't you see a large amount of money buying? The square-faced old man pouted, "People who are almost a hundred years old in winter are still like hairy boys." ”

Although they entered the door, Zeng Yifan and the others did not say a word, and the four big men lined up and stood by the door in an orderly manner, even the most arrogant Park Geun-hee was much more honest.

They were not afraid of anything, but developed a sense of awe for these two inconspicuous old men.

From the moment they entered the door, the four of them all showed an unusual phenomenon - the two old men did not feel the "quantity" at all.

Generally speaking, there will be a certain amount of "quantity" in normal people, which is innate, and it is also a fundamental reason for divination to follow. And the "amount" on the master of divination will be much more than that of a normal person, although it can be hidden through his own control, but there are still some traces.

But there is not even a trace of hiding on the two old men, which even the previous divination champion Cai Wen can't do.

"It's closed, and it still hasn't broken fifteen yuan." The round-faced old man gloated, "It's still my stock strong." ”

"Two cents and three cents can be happy like this, look at your little bit of interest." The square-faced old man glanced at the four "pillars" by the door, "When business comes, let's greet them first." ”

Maybe he only noticed the special features of the two old men, Zeng Yifan realized that they were arguing about the stock market just now.

The two main players who are nearly 100 years old actually care about stock speculation at this time, and there are really strange things in these years.

Concisely introduced, Zeng Yifan and the others knew the names of the two old men, the one with a round face was called Jiang Shan, and the one with a square face was called Sun Le. It is worth mentioning that both of these old brothers are 100 years old this year.

The old man who has lived for a century, but his name is not impressed at all. Zeng Yifan secretly thought in his heart that most of the names of these two old men were pseudonyms, maybe they were the older generation of masters specially invited by the organizing committee of the competition.

"Our brothers and sons have no origin, you don't have to guess, just remember the name." Sun Le put away the notebook with a smile, "As for the four of you...... Brother Jiang and I will guess the identity and count it as your meeting gift. ”

Jiang Shan had just packed up the projection board, and he was overjoyed when he heard this: "Cheng, I'll take a look first." ”

As he spoke, he took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and looked at Park Geun-hee.

"Among the four, you are the elder, dry, and spicy; When you enter the door, you have a foreign appearance, and it is northwest, so you should come from the southeast. Jiang Shan muttered as if appreciating cultural relics, "The clothes are blue and black, and the wood floats in the water, crossing the water; The clothes are upright, the surname is wooden, and it is a diviner, so it should be the surname Pu. ”

Park Geun-hee's face was a little sweaty, this is too mysterious, he has studied divination for nearly fifty years, and it is the first time to understand the divination method like this, and his heart is suddenly a little empty.

"From our point of view, the southeast crosses the sea, loves spicy food, and the surname is Pu, and there is only Goryeo stick." Jiang Shan didn't care whether he was sweating or not, and continued to mutter, "You are that Park Genxi, the representative of the Eight Extremes Sect." ”

"Yes, it's a Koryo stick." At this time, Park Geun-hee didn't know what to do, and agreed to Jiang Shan's words, regardless of whether the "Goryeo stick" was scolding him.