After all, it was the first time to go far away, and after Zhang Fan was thrown into a big city full of traffic and high-rise buildings by a train, he was completely blindsided.

Looking around, he walked to a stop in front of a middle-aged man on the corner of the street who was holding a fortune-telling banner.

"Friend, fortune telling or looking?" The fortune teller also keeps pace with the times, with a straight suit on his body, no yellow coat and sunglasses, but the sign of "fortune telling" has not been erased.

"I want to ask for directions. Zhang Fan smiled, his gentle smile was easy to get close to.

"Ask for directions? Then take a test, it's just opened, or I'll do the math for you." "The old fortune teller naturally won't let go of the customer when he catches it, and he can let you measure the word if he asks for directions, obviously he doesn't want to let go of Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan didn't feel teased by the fortune teller, where did anyone ask for a way to measure the word, but he didn't care about the gentle personality, but sat down, and used the chalk placed on the ground by the fortune teller to write a clean and upright italic word: life!

This word is the first word he has learned since he came into contact with physiognomy, and it is also a word that he has been studying so far and is also seeking an answer.

He asked the master with this word, and the master died without saying anything, and he lost his life and didn't give Zhang Fan an answer.

Now, when he asked the fortune teller in front of him with this word, he didn't hope that he would give an answer, but only hoped to hear a different explanation.

The fortune teller looked at the words written by Zhang Fan, then touched the mustache on his chin, and said with a sense of gain: "Well, it can be seen from this word that friends are in their lives, wealth is not coming, and poverty is in their lives!"

Zhang Fan was a little surprised when he heard such an explanation for the first time: "It's really fresh, how can you say this?"

"There is a popular saying in the city, if you have money, you will be willful, but you will not have money to accept your fate. Friends are people who accept their fate, how can they be rich?"

"People in the city really know how to play. ”

At this moment, suddenly a black Chevrolet stopped on the side of the road, and a heroic young man walked down from the car, wearing a black woolen coat, and walked towards Zhang Fan.

"Cousin, I'm late. ”

Zhang Fan saw Ren Yang, and then he got up and was about to leave, but he was immediately caught by the fortune teller, and then asked: "Friend, measure the word twenty." ”

"I'll give it!"

Seeing this, Ren Yang immediately took out his wallet and was about to pay for Zhang Fan, but he was caught by Zhang Fan.

I saw him turn to the fortune teller and say, "Sir, your mountain roots are black, a sign of bad luck." As the old saying goes, you can't afford my money. ”

"Hey, good boy, are you a fortune teller, or am I a fortune teller?

"My husband is blue-eared and cloudy, he lost his father at an early age, and he lost his mother at a young age. Yintang is sallow, his eyebrows are forked, and his middle-aged people have taken a detour, and his career has failed. In the next three years, he learned the trick of deception, the palace of wealth was highlighted, the wealth was prosperous, and the time came to operate. However, now the roots of the mountain are black, and the calamities are riddled with calamity, and the wealth is ruined, and the disaster can be avoided. ”

Zhang Fan's few short sentences, but they talked about the heart of fortune-telling, which made his heart tremble. What Zhang Fan said was word-for-word.

When he was young, his father died, and when he was young, his mother died of depression. The family business he inherited later also collapsed, and his life fell into a trough.

Fortunately, at this time, he met a nobleman, a Mai scholar who traveled abroad, and learned some fur. Unexpectedly, through some simple deception, he fooled several bosses, and he really made a lot of money.

However, since the beginning of this year, his luck has started to be bad again, and now he can only return to the street to set up a stall. He believed that his deception could deceive a few more stupid hats, but he didn't want to meet Zhang Fan today, and he broke his life in one word.

He and Zhang Fan don't know each other, but the other party has told his life clearly and word for word, and there are some things that even his closest wife doesn't know. It feels like Zhang Fan has witnessed his life.

"You, will you look at the face?" The fortune teller began to look at Zhang Fan differently, and now he knew that Zhang Fan was not a simple boy.

In this regard, Zhang Fan did not answer, but looked at the other party and continued: "Now my money, do you still accept it?"

Not only is it a fortune teller, but even Zhang Fan's cousin Ren Yang looked at his distant cousin with a shocked expression, he didn't remember that his cousin could tell fortunes.

However, Ren Yang did not break through, but looked at what his cousin wanted to do.

As a result, I never expected that after listening to it, the fortune teller did not hesitate to take out a stack of money from the leather bag next to him, big money and small money, a thick stack, and it looked like there were one or two thousand to say the least.

The fortune teller did not hesitate, and immediately dragged all the money on his body to Zhang Fan.

"Master said that I was rescued by a noble person this year, and it seems that he did not lie to me, you are my noble person. Since it is to avoid disaster, please ask my husband to handle the money for me. ”

The fortune teller was very frightened, but Ren Yang on the side was dumbfounded, he didn't expect his cousin to say three or two words, but he actually asked the fortune teller to send all the money over.

This fortune teller had apprenticed to a traveling Mai scholar, and before the priest left, he told him that in three years, there would be a noble man to save him. Now Zhang Fan's appearance undoubtedly verified his master's words, so the fortune teller did not hesitate to send all the money on his body.

Zhang Fan took the thick stack of money, and then smiled: "Since you and I met, it is fate, I can help you break this disaster." ”

After Zhang Fan finished speaking, he took the money and followed Ren Yang into the car, and before leaving, the fortune teller sent Zhang Fan away very respectfully.

In this situation, Ren Yang was dumbfounded.

"Brother Fan, Gao, when did you learn fortune telling, this method is too awesome, and you even let the fortune teller give you the money respectfully. Why don't you teach me and let me fool a sum of money back. ”

Ren Yang was very excited, but Zhang Fan sat calmly on the co-pilot, holding a stack of money in his hand, thinking about how to use it.

"Brother Fan, invite me to the bar to have fun, I made such a lot of money just after I came to the city. "Ren Yang is not short of money, but he is also a petty bourgeoisie. However, Zhang Fan earned one or two thousand so easily, which made him a little envious.

After hearing this, Zhang Fan shook his head and said, "Find a place and donate." ”

"What, donated?" When Ren Yang heard this, he came to an emergency brake, almost letting Zhang Fan fly out.

"This money can't be used, other people's disaster money, it has to be used on the real 'disaster', if there is no disaster or disease, it will only be unlucky. Zhang Fan did not reproach Ren Yang's excitement, but explained very seriously.

Seeing that his cousin was so serious, Ren Yang no longer had the idea of playing this money, but he was a little puzzled: "Cousin, if you want to do good deeds, just say it, don't say it so mysteriously, it's also money, why will we be unlucky if we use it?"

"Heaven is incomprehensible, the matter of Xuanmen, it is better to talk about it less! Let's go, donating it can be regarded as doing a good deed. The more Zhang Fan said this, the more it made people feel chattering and a little inexplicable