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Ah Cheng felt a little panicked by what Ye Zhiyu said, but when he saw Ye Zhiyu's nonchalant look, he hesitated again.

There were so many great masters at the scene, why was she the only one who spoke?

Was she the only one who noticed it, or was she the only one who said it?

"Ms. Ye, I have no plans to have my fortune told for now. I accept your kindness." Ah Cheng refused with a smile.

He planned to ask others after the recording was finished.

Ye Zhiyu expected Acheng's hesitation, but she was not in a hurry. It was not her who would die, so why should she be in a hurry?

Ye Zhiyu raised her eyebrows slightly, "Ten minutes, be careful with your feet."

Not only was she not angry, but she told him to be careful with his step, making Ah Cheng unsure of Ye Zhiyu's thoughts for a moment.

Ah Cheng looked at Ye Zhiyu deeply.

"Thank you, Miss Ye."

He didn't think Ye Zhiyu would be so kind, especially after what Ye Zhiyu had just done, the impression of her in his mind had been completely overturned.

She is not someone to be trifled with at all, even more so than the others present.

This was the signal Ye Zhiyu gave after seeing the color of his stall.

In fact, her expression told him that letting those people cut off one of their legs was showing mercy.

Therefore, no matter how much Ah Cheng distrusted Ye Zhiyu, he did not dare to offend her.

The ability of the people in the Xuanmen is that they can make someone suffer misfortune for the rest of his life without anyone knowing, and they won’t even think about it.

Ye Zhiyu didn't say anything, just nodded.

Seeing that Ye Zhiyu had no intention of pestering him anymore, Ah Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After getting Ye Zhiyu's permission, he hurried to Bai Songzi, trying to avoid Ye Zhiyu's attention and reduce his presence in front of Ye Zhiyu.

As for Ye Zhiyu, he didn't take his affairs to heart at all.

After Acheng left, Ye Zhiyu stood up, walked to the backstage where the program was being recorded, and found the props teacher.

"Hello, I want to ask if there is a speaker here?"

Because of Ye Zhiyu's actions just now, everyone in the program crew was a little afraid of her.

She was so polite all of a sudden, and she even called the prop teacher for a long time without him reacting. Just when Ye Zhiyu frowned and wanted to ask again, his face turned pale with fright, "Yes, yes, yes, how could there be no props?"

Then, he quickly found a 50% new speaker and handed it to Ye Zhiyu.

"Here you go."

"Thank you."

Then, the props teacher saw the girl who had a sharp aura just now, turned on the speaker recording function, and said mysteriously: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? If you're fine, come and have your fortune told!"

Props teacher: “…”

Was it the fault of the props team or was it their fault? How could they drive such a beautiful child crazy?

Sin!

Ye Zhiyu doesn’t know yet that her image in the prop teacher’s mind is that she is driven crazy. She only knows that if she is unhappy, no one else will be happy.

So, after Ye Zhiyu finished her recording, she returned to her stall.

She tilted her head to look at the crowded stalls around her, showing a classic SpongeBob SquarePants smile, and pressed the switch of the small speaker with one hand.

The enchanting female voice stands out among the noisy crowd.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? If you're fine, come and ask me to tell your fortune!"

In particular, Ye Zhiyu turned up the volume of the speaker to the maximum.

Her actions drew the attention of the entire program crew and the audience to her.

Su Qiru's hooked eyes lit up immediately, "Ye Zhiyu, you are so smart!"

Yun Daozi snorted coldly, "What a crooked way! How can people from our sect be like those street singers, attracting people's attention in this way!"

"Little girl, good wine needs no bush." ​​This was the first sentence Baimaozi said to Ye Zhiyu after arriving at the program crew.

Everyone was very dissatisfied with Ye Zhiyu's loudspeaker.

Ye Zhiyu was unmoved and gave them a polite smile. "The people in the program team should know that I have been using a loudspeaker since I set up a stall under the overpass. The housewives under the overpass gave me another name, the loudspeaker girl."

"I don't mind you calling me Trumpet Girl too."

Her attitude told everyone that she did it on purpose.

Now, it's her turn to make others unhappy.

‘Rumble—’

Just when the good mood was transferred to Ye Zhiyu, the familiar roar of a motorcycle, which made Ye Zhiyu dizzy at the mere hearing of it, sounded not far away.

It covered up the sound of Ye Zhiyu's horn.

Ye Zhiyu was unhappy.

Her face turned cold and she turned her head with an unfriendly look at the gangsters who were lined up not far away and riding second-hand motorcycles.

The people present began to look at each other, not knowing who had provoked the person.

Just when Acheng was hesitating whether to call someone over.

The gangsters got off the second-hand motorcycle and walked to Ye Zhiyu in an orderly manner.

Their faces twitched, and they fearfully took out a thousand yuan from their pockets and slapped them in front of Ye Zhiyu, "Big... fortune-telling!"

Hearing this, Ye Zhiyu paused.

"One hundred gold coins for divination."

"I...I want one thousand yuan, you, don't be ungrateful!"

Ye Zhiyu was surprised by the words spoken by the young and dangerous man in a trembling voice.

She was not afraid even though she was frightened, so what were they afraid of?

As she was thinking, Ye Zhiyu caught a glimpse of the four small knives hidden in their shirts, and she suddenly realized.

It turns out that this group of people are all from the Four Knife Gang.

She turned around and looked at the second-hand motorcycles parked in an orderly manner on the road, and then she understood.

They were called by Yu Zhiqin to support her.

She looked at them amusedly, "What are you afraid of?"

Aren't they supposed to be the kind of people who would overturn stalls if they disagree with something?

He is so polite, totally different from ordinary gangsters.

"Who... who is scared!" The gangster in front of Ye Zhiyu was about to cry. He was really weak. Asking him to yell at the boss's woman would require a hundred times the courage!

"Do you think so?"

Wuwuwu, sister-in-law, please, just let it go!

If you don’t let go, I’m going to piss myself!

The gangster in front of Ye Zhiyu thought with tears streaming down his face.

Seeing that the other party was about to cry, Ye Zhiyu was silent for a moment, stretched out her hand to take out a bill, and the other party couldn't wait to stuff a thousand yuan into her hand, "Sister-in-law... Don't worry, I earned all this from working."

It’s not protection money, it’s absolutely clean!

Seeing the other party's sincerity, Ye Zhiyu did not refuse. "Okay, sit down. I'll take a good look at you."

Ye Zhiyu agreed to both of them, and the other party was completely relieved and sat down opposite Ye Zhiyu with peace of mind.

"take it easy."

Ye Zhiyu comforted the other party.

After saying that, she asked the other party to write down his eight characters. When she saw that the other party was only sixteen, her brows frowned almost inaudibly for a moment.

She has always known that the world is difficult in this era, but such a young child has been a gangster for three years...

"Sister-in-law, when can I save enough money to be my wife?"