Chapter 3 The origin of the jade pendant

Qian Wancang didn't expect that his father was just using his mouth to comfort the patient, there was no cost at all, and the asking price was so high, and the other party was willing to pay for two psychological treatments in advance.

It seems that my father has earned a lot this year.

Although my father's clinic is very inconspicuous, I can't say that my father is an invisible little rich man.

Thinking of this, Qian Wancang began to look forward to it, hoping to see the numbers on the bank card as soon as possible.

I just don't know if that number will make him have high blood pressure and a hot head......

Bidding farewell to the thin middle-aged woman, Qian Wancang trotted all the way home.

Due to the bumps in the run, the eye-shaped jade pendant jumped out of the neckline.

Qian Wancang took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

He remembered that this jade pendant was given to him by his grandfather when he was a child.

He originally thought that it was just an ordinary trinket, and if it weren't for his grandfather's face, he would have thrown it into the garbage heap a long time ago.

But I never thought that

This jade pendant turned out to be a divine object, and it also gave him a superpower to see through the human eye.

Qian Wancang was very curious,

What kind of treasure is this jade pendant?

Where did it come from?

Two days ago, he went to his grandfather to ask about the origin of the jade pendant.

But grandpa only knew that this jade pendant was given to grandpa by grandpa's grandfather, and he didn't know where it came from.

Grandpa also told Qian Wancang that grandpa's grandfather used to be a fortune teller, and when he was young, he wandered around, wandering around the world, and making a living by telling fortunes.

Later, Grandpa's grandfather made a windfall and returned to his hometown.

It's just that no one knows how grandpa's grandfather got rich, and when others ask him how to get rich, he doesn't say it......

"Alas~ Forget it, let's not care about the origin of the jade pendant, let's go get some money and return it to the thin sister first, and by the way, see how big the family is! Hee-hee-hee~"

Muttering to himself, Qian Wancang walked to the bedroom and took out his bank card from under the futon.

Thinking that his father might be an invisible little rich man, Qian Wancang felt that this bank card was heavy.

Suddenly, he thought of his name: Wancang...... Qian Wancang!

He used to think that his name was dirty!

He also complained more than once that his father gave him such a dirty name.

But now it seems that the name seems to be a hint of his father......

"Hey, hey."

Qian Wancang couldn't help laughing twice, then took his bank card, trotted all the way out of the house, stopped a taxi at the gate of the community, and drove towards the nearest bank office.

"By the way, what is the PIN of the bank card?"

Sitting in the taxi, a question suddenly popped up in Qian Wancang's mind.

Just thinking about how much money is in the bank card.

But I forgot my bank card and password.

So, what is the password?

Qian Wancang thought of the letter his father left for him,

Perhaps, the password of the bank card is on that letter.

"Stop!"

Qian Wancang suddenly shouted at the taxi driver.

When the taxi driver heard this, he was full of cleverness.

Then, he glanced at the rearview mirror on the right, and after confirming that there was no car coming from the right rear, he slowly turned the steering wheel on the right, and at the same time stepped on the brakes, and it only took three seconds to stop the car firmly on the side of the road.

"What's the matter, brother, howling in such a cold voice, what kind of major emergency!"

The taxi driver turned his head and looked at Qian Wancang suspiciously.

"Oh, I'm sorry, master, I forgot to take something, can you ...... Send me back again? ”

Qian Wancang realized that he was a little out of shape just now, which frightened the driver, and his tone of voice was much softer at this time.

"Of course, but ......"

The driver stopped talking.

Qian Wancang glanced at the driver's eyes and saw a memory picture in the driver's heart.

It should have been not long ago that the driver pulled a female customer.

Like Qian Wancang, the car was halfway through, but the female customer asked the driver to return.

When he returned to the original point, the female customer played Laipi,

It is said that the boarding point and the drop-off point are only a few meters apart, so you don't need to pay for the car......

This bloody memory made Qian Wancang instantly understand: this driver must be worried that he will play tricks like the female customer.

So, Qian Wancang decided to appease the driver and asked him not to think too much: "Don't worry, although I have returned to the original point, your fuel consumption has not returned to the original point, how much money should be paid, I will not lose a cent of you." ”

"Hehe, the little brother is a real person, not like some scoundrels. Hehe, I, I ran into a scoundrel the other day, a strange ......"

The taxi driver started the car and told Qian Wancang about the strange story.

Qian Wancang had already seen this in his eyes, and at this time, it sounded no longer new.

But in order to take care of the driver's emotions and avoid embarrassment, he still responded without a ride, pretending to be very interested.

Ten minutes later, Qian Wancang returned to the community.

When he got out of the car, the driver insisted on giving him a discount and asked him for five yuan less.

Qian Wancang saw from the eyes of the driver's master that he really wanted to give him a discount, because no one had listened to him so attentively for a long time, which made him very happy......

Qian Wancang accepted the driver's kindness, then trotted all the way back home, and took out his father's letter from under the futon.

"Hey, where's the password?"

Qian Wancang took his father's letter and searched for it several times, but he did not find the password of the bank card.

Not even a single number, just a line of weedy handwriting.