Chapter Ninety-Seven: Flickering
Yan Tao narrowed his eyes and didn't speak, Master Song laughed, "Why don't you take off your mask and I'll help you meet each other?" ”
After Master Song finished speaking, there was an exclamation from the crowd.
"Face-to-face, Master Song hasn't given people a face for many years!"
"Yes, yes!"
"Blessed are you, child!"
A group of people talked about it, and they all persuaded Yan Tao to let Master Song take a look, this is a rare good luck in ten years!
Master Song continued to stroke his beard, watching Yan Tao reveal his face under the mask, and this look made him pull off his beard in shock.
Under the yellow fluorescent lamp, the young man's face is like jade, and his temperament is like frost.
The eyes covered with a thin layer of ice fell on Master Song's dark and thin face, "Look at it." ”
Master Song's stunned appearance was too conspicuous, and the people watching the excitement behind couldn't help but look over, "My mother, this kid is too good-looking." ”
"That's right."
Master Song didn't speak for a long time, Yan Tao picked the corners of his lips, and his seemingly fluttering gaze looked at Master Song as if he weighed tens of millions of catties, and Master Song swallowed his saliva.
With so many people here, he has to protect his signboard!
For so many years, Master Song has survived by coaxing, scareting, and deceiving, and he was frightened by a hairy boy, and he will stop doing this business in the future.
Master Song's fortune-telling relies on strong observation, which is also a method used by ordinary charlatans.
As soon as the person who asked for divination came in, he quietly observed his clothes, words and deeds, and speculated on what was artificial.
Because fortune tellers must ask for something when they enter the door!
Once you recognize the intention of the fortune teller, you should immediately speak, and the three sentences you open must cause the effect of breaking the earth, so that the other party is a god.
But the current situation is that in the face of Yan Tao, Master Song is in a predicament.
This young man has an extraordinary handsome face, a magnificent body, and he is extraordinary at first glance!
His eyes are smiling, his bearing has an ancient atmosphere, and when he looks at himself, he is full of superiority, where he looks like a simple teenager!
Master Song secretly complained in his heart, pretending to hit a hard stone, TM, you rich boy who doesn't lack anything, what are you doing at the fortune-telling stall.
After taking the job, Master Song had to continue stubbornly, slapping the table, and staring at Yan Tao with his small eyes, "Your home is in the north, and your parents are in the hall, although this is the case, you have not grown up with your parents since you were a child." ”
"The family is noble and rich, but it's a pity that the brothers are not friendly to you, am I right?!"
The home is in the north, the parents are in the cousin, and the brothers are in the wall.
This Master Song doesn't have any real skills, but his guess is quite accurate.
Yan Tao bowed slightly, "Eighty percent correct." ”
Master Song breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and when he arrived, he felt that this kid was very easy to fool, he was still rich, and he couldn't say that he could make seven or eight hundred thousand!
"Eighty percent? What's wrong? Master Song smiled, "Child, you are young, and some things will not be known until you grow up......"
Master Song thought that Yan Tao was referring to the brother wall.
This is just a common problem of the children of the big family, whether you say it or not, it's a small case when you go back.
What Master Song meant in his words was that he was 100% correct, but Yan Tao was young, and there were things that his family didn't tell him.
While accepting the adoring gaze of everyone, he took a sip of tea leisurely, and tried his best to fool the money in Yan Tao's pocket into his hand, and continued to say with the above, "Child, you are full of sky and purple energy, you should have eaten official food and walked the official road, all the way to the face of the clouds, it's a p......ity, it's a pity, it's a pity."