Quick Wear: I raised this little wolf cub

Chapter 891: The Love Story of the 2-Heavenly Master (1)

Under the overpass, vehicles flowed endlessly and pedestrians came and went in a hurry. On the overpass, vendors in groups of three or two insisted on setting up stalls under the scorching sun. There were middle-aged men selling antiques, young women selling handicrafts, and white-bearded old men telling fortunes...

The most eye-catching one among them is the young man opposite the white-bearded old man.

The man's appearance was extremely striking, and his temperament was out of tune with the people around him, just like a nobleman in distress who had mistakenly entered a slum.

But such a person is engaged in fortune-telling business.

The man was sitting casually on a stool, waving a folding fan in his hand. In front of him was a piece of cardboard with the word "fortune-telling" written on it with a brush.

Nothing else.

If the word "fortune telling" wasn't written on the cardboard, the man would actually look more like someone who came to the overpass to bask in the sun.

Both are fortune-telling stalls. The stall of the white-bearded old man has the necessary items for fortune-telling such as a compass, a fortune-telling tube, and a Bagua diagram. Combined with the old man's appearance, he looks like a master with an immortal air, which is very convincing.

In comparison, the man’s stall could not be more shabby. Only the piece of cardboard looked presentable.

Although the cardboard is very simple, the words on it are very elegant and in orthodox regular script, which makes the cardboard look higher grade.

The white-bearded old man stroked his long gray beard and advised earnestly: "Young man, there is no future for young people to do this."

"In my opinion, you might as well set up a stand to apply screen protectors to mobile phones. Maybe you can make more money."

The white-bearded old man was giving sincere advice. In the field of fortune-telling, the younger you are, the less persuasive you are.

This is not difficult to understand, as fortune-telling itself is mostly a scam.

Older people have a certain amount of life experience, and coupled with the ability to read people's expressions, they are naturally more convincing.

As for fortune-telling by young people, it seems unreliable just by looking at it. How can anyone believe what a young boy says?

Yuan Jingchen waved the folding fan in his hand, bowed to the white-bearded old man, and then politely declined: "Thank you for your advice, but I just like fortune-telling."

The white-bearded old man shook his head secretly and said nothing more.

Yuan Jingchen crossed his legs, waved his folding fan, and shouted casually.

"Fortune telling, fortune telling, only for people with whom you are destined to be, and you are not allowed to do so without money."

The white-bearded old man was just about to say that no one would come to the stall if he shouted like that, but before he could finish his words, a man in a suit stood in front of Yuan Jingchen's stall.

"Give me a fortune."

Yuan Jingchen shook his head, "You are not the destined one, so it doesn't count."

The man in the suit sneered, "The fortune teller who set up a stall is getting more arrogant."

Yuan Jingchen just smiled and said nothing.

The man in the suit said viciously: "If you don't do my business, you'll have no business in the future."

Yuan Jingchen said nonchalantly: "I would like to give you a piece of advice. Do more good deeds, otherwise you will be haunted by evil spirits."

The man in the suit didn't believe Yuan Jingchen's words at all, and said viciously: "I'm also warning you, if you offend others carelessly, you may die without knowing how you died."

The man in the suit said this and left.

Yuan Jingchen looked at the ghost that was almost formed on the suit man's shoulder, and waved his folding fan and sighed, "The way of heaven is cyclical, karma will come true, it's not that there is no retribution, it's just that the time has not come yet."

The white-bearded old man felt that he couldn't understand Yuan Jingchen anymore. He didn't want the business that was delivered to his doorstep and even said something offensive to the customers. Wasn't this just pushing money away?

Yuan Jingchen glanced at the white-bearded old man's puzzled look and put on an attitude of being the only sober person while everyone else is drunk.

"Can you tell me my fortune?"

Yuan Jingchen looked up at the person who came. The playful expression on his face suddenly disappeared, and then gradually evolved into an expression of surprise.

Without waiting for Yun Shen to ask again, Yuan Jingchen shouted to Yun Shen crisply, "Wife!"

Yun Shen raised his eyebrows slightly. Is his little wolf cub acting like a hooligan?

333: (⊙o⊙)!

He called me wife as soon as we met, she is worthy of being the head of his family.