Otherworldly Merchant

“Actually, I don't need it anymore.” I'll be honest: “I can help you now. ”

“Oh?” Zhao Fatty shook, his face trembled, revealing a very strange smile: “That bothers Mr. Zhang, I don't know what I need Mr. Zhang's help with? ”

“I saw Zhao didn't come alone.” I stared him dead in the eye.

“Mr. Zhang has a really good eye.” Zhao Fatty's big mouth laughed more brilliantly: “Of course I'm not here alone, the driver is outside the door, assistant and secretary are in the branch room, it's not as easy as Mr. Zhang, just say go, no drag. ”

This guy still stands out and doesn't know what I'm talking about.

Just now, I suddenly noticed something wrong with his face. There was a black broken pattern in the Indochina Hall, which seemed to be a sign of pubic wrinkling. When he opened the temple and opened his eyes, he found five people standing behind him.

More precisely, five children.

The five children were wearing red, yellow, white, green and black clothes. The skin of the face was the same color as the clothes. It was all around him. He was extremely happy, but he couldn't make a sound. And both feet are suspended for half a foot without touching the floor.

Don't say that there are so many people at the party, he didn't even realize it. When he just lowered his head and drank, one of the kids very naughty spit a black smoke into the glass...

Of course, my discovery cannot be made public, otherwise it would be too dangerous to listen.

I thought about it, and I walked two steps forward: "Can I see your palm? ”

“Yo, Mr. Zhang will do it again, that would be an honor.” Fatty Zhao reached out his hand very unintentionally and deliberately stretched his wrist long, revealing a golden list: “Please show Mr. Zhang when I can get on the Forbes leaderboard. ”

He stood up and said extremely confident, as if it were just a matter of time, not at all possible.

I completely ignored his bragging, opened his palms and looked, then let go: “Mr. Zhao, did your mother die last year? ”

“Yeah.” Zhao Fatty stunned, half surprised. “Can you see that? Mr. Zhang is a good man. But... when my mother died, there was one of the most solemn funerals in the city, and the people of Shanghai knew that Mr. Zhang had not heard of it? ”

His voice dropped and the people next to him laughed immediately. I'm afraid they're all secretly saying that I'm a pig with a garlic in my nose and a big god here.

I ignored the laughter of Fatty Zhao and the others, and went on to ask, “Is your wife terminally ill? It's only been three months. ”

Zhao Fatty snorted and shook the champagne in his hand. His face slowly subsided.

“Also, do you feel worse and worse now, sweating cold every night, often feeling dizzy and dark in front of you? You can't even do the room. You have a lot of swelling in your stomach? ”

“This… this is nothing!” Zhao Fatty's face is ugly. Even the voice denies it: “It's civilized to attend a liquor party. How can you say such a thing...”

“I advise you to go home early! You may not see your son again later.” I sighed.

“You!” Zhao Fatty immediately rose red, his fat face pointing angrily at my nose: “Zhang, aren't you too vicious? This is an upstream circle, not where your mouth is yellow. If it wasn't for Miss Yoon, I'd have you thrown out!” After that, he turned his anger and left.

Everyone around me walked away when they heard me say that.

“This man is insane! ”

“In other words, if no one makes a big deal and doesn't feel able to hang on to it, he can export it to hurt people, what is the skill? ”

“Not only is it not breathless, it's not good enough! ”

“Miss Yoon is so blind to marry such a guy. ”

……

Everyone turned around and laughed and talked.

“Ha, brother-in-law, well done!” Xiaoya laughed and said: “You still have a great hand, these words go on, see if the fat Zhao still stinks, the hundreds of thousands of Dutch champagne must also taste bad. ”

She didn't know who I was, but Yin Xinyue was extremely clear. She glanced at me and asked quietly: “Are you serious? ”

I nodded: “Blessings and misfortunes are at my disposal. Now that I've nodded, he's not willing to admit it, so let him go. ”

The banquet continues.

Shortly after, the moderator invited celebrities from all walks of life to speak.

The representative of the business world is Fatty Zhao.

He walked up to the stage with a glass of wine and his face was still pitch-black, just like when he first met him.

At first sight, a lot of people had to look at me, probably blaming me for saying bad words, causing Zhao to feel very upset.

Zhao Fatty held the glass and tried to crush it. It was frustrating, which forced him to read the message with a smile.

Half the time, his phone rang.

He didn't care, but the phone kept ringing, helpless, he said to the stage, sorry, took out his phone.

“What?” Turns out he just put the phone in his ear and shouted. Then he glanced at me in awe and ran away without saying hello. Even hung up the microphone, slammed the host standing beside him on the floor, couldn't even say sorry, knocked out the door.

Everyone in the hall was extremely surprised, and no one knew what had happened.

Yin Xinyue turned around and looked.

I shook my head: “But it's too late..."

The night after the party came back, Yin Xinyue went to a young lady's birthday party. Tell me when you leave you may want to have a crazy night, let me find something to do myself, don't miss her too much.

I laughed bitterly, still tidying up the antique shop shadow, that's how I lived in her absence.

This has nothing to do with making money or engaging, opening a store in the middle of the night has become a habit for me.

I just opened the store door, but the tea didn't wait for the heat, Zhao Fatty stuck his head in and pounced on his knees.

“Master Zhang! I have no eyes! Please help me! ”

I was not surprised that he had such a huge back and forth difference that I was able to make such a move. At the banquet on that day, I said successively the misfortune of his family and the signs on his body, and he was already a little shaken, but only prevented from pulling his face off the occasion.

It was not until I had told him about his son that I finally felt the crisis that I came to the door.