The stall was exposed to 60 million

"Oh, are you talking about the Sichuan boss by the road? You are also from Sichuan?"

"Ah, we...oh, yes, yes, from Sichuan?" the woman said quickly.

Zhang Jingchun showed a trace of doubt: "I remember your husband's ID card is not from Sichuan?"

"Ah, yes yes, my husband is not from Sichuan, I, I am from Sichuan."

The woman was obviously panicked, and she knew she was full of loopholes.

"Oh, it's okay, don't worry, I'm just chatting. How can people live in this place is so shabby, and as far as I know, this place is going to be demolished..."

"Ah, do you know all this?"

"I'm a local, of course I know?"

"Ah, oh." The woman looked at Zhang Jingchun with a complicated expression, as if feeling bad.

"It's okay, you eat first, I will take a look."

Zhang Jingchun said, pushing the door.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a strong damp, mixed with a musty smell.

The walls were also covered with cobwebs, and inside were some old furniture, with a thick layer of dust falling on it. It seemed that it hadn't been moved, which was great.

As long as the old house can be cut off, the 8 million in cash is equal to the hand...

But how can we make them jump into the pit happily?

Zhang Jingchun watched and calculated.

Although the house is old, the things inside are all old objects, the big circle bed with carved flowers, and the delicate patterns of auspicious clouds and flowers carved on the bed.

The main hall is still the old furnishings, with the middle hall hung, but it is not the ancient literati calligraphy and painting, but the seventy-two pantheon pictures that are very different from the old house.

Below the whole god map is a long case with unused incense, foil and matches on it.

The ashes in the incense burner are full, and I can feel that the previous owner of this house is a devout believer who is determined to make a fortune and hopes to live a long life.

In front of the case, a tall table with eight immortals and two old armchairs on both sides are antique.

It's just that these furniture are too dilapidated, it is estimated that they cannot sell at a good price.

Just as Zhang Jingchun looked around, the woman's voice came from behind him.

"Well, brother, are you really a local?"

"Yeah."

Zhang Jingchun deliberately pinched his fingers at this moment. You look at me and I look at you with these two people, making them confused.

I wonder what is this for?How can it be counted.

Looking at his dragon-print gown again, it is indeed quite bluffing. Is it possible that he is still a gentleman?

The two winked at each other, and the woman asked tentatively.

"Brother, what are you doing? Do you still look at Feng Shui?"

Zhang Jingchun nodded: "My name is Zhang Jingchun. I was born in a family of Feng Shui masters. My father is Zhang Chongyang, the eighth-generation direct disciple of the ancestor of the master Guo Pu. It also inherited the mantle of my father and helped others eliminate disasters."

"what?"

The two men looked suspicious?

She smiled at each other, but the woman showed a ridiculous look.

"Brother, are you really awesome? It made me almost believe it?" Wu Haiyang smiled.

"Don't believe it? Why don't you let me divination for you for free?"

"Okay, count me?"

Zhang Jingchun knew Wu Haiyang's birth date, so he had already considered it well, so he could immediately export it to bluff him.

I didn't expect this woman to speak, it was exactly what I wanted.

"Yes, just give me your ID card?"

The woman smiled: "I don't have an ID card. I'm more than a year older. Let me report it to you. My name is Lin Juan. I was born at 12 noon on July 1, 1985."

As he said, he looked at Zhang Jingchun, thinking that it was the first time I saw such a young Feng Shui master.

Are not all the fortune-telling old men on the street?

"What can you count? When will I get rich? And do I have a son in my life?"

Zhang Jingchun smiled slightly: "Don't worry, you don't need to open your mouth for fortune-telling. I have to make detailed and careful calculations? First of all, you must make sure that the information you report is true and valid."

"Of course it's true? I got a false report and I was hit and killed by a car when I went out."

"Bah, baah, what are you talking about, my wife? Crow's mouth." Wu Haiyang quickly spit on the ground.

"Okay, wait a moment."

As he said, he narrowed his eyes and squinted.

Counting a person’s fate, for Zhang Jingchun, a fengshui master who is rooted in the red, it’s just a matter of minutes, just thinking about how to find valuable things in her numerology, so that the two people Can put on the set quickly.

Only by getting this old yard first can the 8 million cash be obtained.

The reason why this woman named Lin Juan didn't believe this was because his father was very superstitious, so he didn't deserve to come back from a heart attack, so he asked the master to solve it, and finally died.

When the master arrived, he said that there was no help. The family was unwilling to send it to the hospital. The doctor said that if you are not superstitious, you will have a chance of surviving even if you are more than ten minutes faster.

So after that, Lin Juan no longer believed in any shit master.

What's more, Zhang Jingchun is so young.

...

Zhang Jingchun opened his eyes at this moment.

"Take your hand out-come out."

Lin Juan stretched out her hand, Zhang Jingchun just glanced at it, and nodded without touching her hand.

"All right."

"Ah? That's all right, then tell me something?" Lin Juan didn't believe him even more.

"I just read your birthday horoscopes, combined face and palmistry, and after combining them, I came to a conclusion. I dare not say 100% of this conclusion, but the accuracy rate can definitely reach 90%."

"Puff..., the master is different, even the bulls are so full? That's right, anyway, they don't want money."

Lin Juan wanted to hold back, but she really couldn't get used to Zhang Jingchun's "pretending" master.

Then he spoke out without shy.

Zhang Jingchun looked at him, only smiled lightly and cleared his throat.

"After listening to me, you can evaluate it again. Pay attention, every word I say is important."

"Say it!"

"The first point, you are not your parents' biological flesh and blood."

"what……"

I thought that the boy in front of me was a big liar, but the first sentence of opening his mouth stunned her.

Zhang Jingchun smiled and saw her mouth wide open, which was completely within his expectations.

At this time, Wu Haiyang was also dumbfounded, and pulled his wife a bit: "What? You are not your parents' biological flesh and blood? No? There will be no problems with the house demolition, right?"

The woman was also a little scared, and her brows frowned.

Push Wu Haiyang away: "Don't, don't listen to him nonsense?"

Zhang Jingchun smiled slightly: "Am I talking nonsense, I am afraid that only you can understand it, so do you still dare to listen?"

"I dare not do anything, I want to see how you edit it down?" Lin Juan still pretended to be strong.

"Yes, quickly talk about it!" Wu Haiyang also appeared very anxious.

"Okay, according to the hexagram, Lin Juan is not your real name, your surname is Wang, your name is Wang Yanling, the three siblings, you are the boss, right?"

Hearing this, Lin Juan felt her breathing tight, and sweat was streaming down.

It seemed to bring him back to that terrible childhood.

But still pretending to be calm: "Cut, keep talking?"

Although she was very tough, Zhang Jingchun had already seen from her eyes that she had already panicked.

"But what I'm going to say next is too private, and it's not suitable for speaking in front of your husband. Are you sure you want to say it?"

"Don't talk about the idle bastard, say..."

Women are still tough.