Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven

I was silent for a moment, I wanted to say something, but there seemed to be something stuck in my throat, I didn't know what to say.The surname Jing is rare, and I don't remember anyone with the surname Jing. As for my previous memory, it is even more blank. If what he was telling was a lie, then why did I sound so indescribably real?If what he said was true, why did it take so long to say these words?Master Changsheng is disillusioned in appearance, but his ability lies there. He predicted that the Chinese team won 51 gold medals in the 2008 Olympic Games. He predicted that the 44th President of the United States would be Barack Hussein Obama II. A new disease spreading around the world and a prediction that a plane would go missing over the Atlantic in the summer of 2009 are just four big predictions, not to mention hundreds of other smaller ones, all detailed in his new book mentioned, and the time when he made these predictions was ten years ago.

How can such a master of Yi Xue who is so clever and clever, be a liar? I don't know whether I should believe in the depth of field, but I heard Zhu Huan's voice: "Sister, don't trust him, this guy looks like a philanderer at first glance, he only picks girls who are easy to cheat, and you have amnesia, whatever he wants Nonsense, go, it's your turn." Zhu Huan patted me on the back, and I suddenly felt that what he said was right. The depth of field is such a beast that looks at Sora Aoi while begging for a wife and at the same time follows an older lady like me. Why should I believe him?

At this time, I heard the aunt in front say: "Master, I bought your book, so I came here to ask. Our family seems to have a bad year this year. I fell down the stairs and my butt still hurts, what do you think is the reason? Is there a way to change my luck?" Let's say it was Jin Changsheng's own ball boy who raised his head, swept the aunt up and down several times, while pinching his fingers to count something, muttering something, finally he nodded and said: "Have you stepped on an animal carcass recently? " The aunt thought for a long time: "No." The master frowned: "Then have you cut your long hair and discarded it at will?"

"No, no." The aunt waved her hands again and again, pointing to her short hair, and said, "Both the old man and the child are of the same size." The master seemed to be a little entangled, and saw him pinching his fingers for a long time, and suddenly realized, and said: "Then someone must have built a tall building near your house!" "Ah?" The aunt thought for a while, her eyes suddenly lit up, "Yes, yes, there is a tall building, but it is three roads away from my house..." The master didn't wait for her to finish, and interrupted: "It must be because of the tall buildings. Building tall buildings will block your family's Feng Shui and luck. If you don't solve it, you will lose your money at the slightest, and you will be plagued by diseases and bad luck for years... "

When he finished talking about the series of consequences, the aunt's face turned pale with fright, "Master, please save our family as soon as possible. Losing money is not a problem, as long as you can..." "Don't worry, if you come to Changsheng Information Consulting Company the day after tomorrow, we will have professional personnel to help you solve your worries. For such a small matter, 20,000 yuan is enough." The master finally smiled, and he handed over a business card leisurely. Put it away, "Master, can you come in person? After reading your book, I know that you are the number one Yi scholar today. I can't trust others to tell the truth..."

"It doesn't matter, the staff of our Changsheng Information Consulting Company are all my apprentices, at least eight points of my true biography, and it's just a matter of lifting a small disaster for you, and my own..." The master cleared his throat and stretched out his hand. Point out three fingers: "The appearance fee is very high." "...Thirty thousand? That's no problem, master, you personally..." The master shook his head. "Three hundred thousand?" The aunt hesitated. The master still shook his head: "Three hundred..."

But before he could say the word "ten thousand", Depth of Field behind me had already walked up, and before I recovered, I heard a broken drink. ——"Imyoshi! You are enough!" This is the first time I have seen Jing Shen angry. Zhu Huan laughed and said, "Sister, look, someone wants to be on the headlines." I can hear the clicking sound of the shutter, and I don't need to look to know how many reporters are capturing this explosive news. "So the master's real name is Jinliangyi..." I scratched my head and muttered, watching the show with Zhu Huan.

After watching the aunt in the front row, even I was a little shaken. How can there be such a black master?In my heart, no matter how much the master has love, it cannot compare to RMB.