After a flash marriage, the abstinent snake husband stalks her every night

"Sir, Xuanmen has its rules. I have already finished your divination today. Please place your order again for the remaining questions."

This made the man very anxious. He was now worth hundreds of millions, how could he watch his own flesh and blood wandering around? He threw out a card on the spot, "Here is five million, please give me a fortune!"

Song Zhen had a blank expression on his face. "The time is up. This is the rule."

Zhang Zhenren next to him immediately stepped forward with a smile and said, "Sir, the live broadcast time is limited. If you want to tell fortunes again, wait until next time!"

Seeing that the rich man was so anxious that his face turned blue, the barrage of comments instantly flooded with likes and rewards.

[Net name "Narrow-mouthed Bottle": Suffocate him to death! Hahaha! ]

[Netizen name "This Life Hates Xiao San": Master, next live broadcast will be to kill ghosts, not to tell fortunes? Ten Claw Fish should quickly catch Xiao Wu who ran away with the ball! ]

[Netizen name "I wonder who wants to be a spoiled wife": He dares to show up and expose the secrets during live broadcast, netizens, please find out his original wife! We must strip him of his underwear! ]

……

On the overpass, Ma Fuhao gritted his teeth and left a note on Song Zhen's stall with his assistant's phone number written on it.

"Master, please contact my assistant when you have time. I'll give you your price."

Song Zhen glanced sideways and said nothing.

Soon the bodyguards took Ma Fuhao away.

The second customer came up soon after.

This time it was an old lady who was helped up the bridge by a servant. She was dressed elegantly, with Buddhist beads around her neck and wrists, and had a kind face.

Soon the screen became excited again and recognized each other.

【Net name "Orphanage Xiao Ming": Grandma, are you here to look for your long-lost grandson? Come and see me! 】

[Net name "This life is destined to be a rich woman": Nonsense, grandma might be asking the master to help find a wife for her grandson! ]

[Net name "Determined to Marry a Wealthy Family": Grandma, I have a good fortune, a good education, and I have read more than ten thousand novels about wealthy families. I know the process of marrying a wealthy family and becoming a granddaughter-in-law! Come and propose to me! ]

When the barrage was in full swing, the official's wife had already sat opposite Song Zhen.

The old man said with a gentle face: "Master, I am honored."

"When my grandson was one year old, someone calculated that he was the god of literature and was destined to study Masheng Polytechnic in the future."

"But he only got five points in the final English test in fifth grade. Master, please calculate for me whether my grandson has been entangled by some bad luck and affected his future literary career!"

Hearing this, the barrage of comments started to explode with joy again.

[Net name "Literary Cafe": This grandma may not understand that Wenquxing belongs to the Eastern mythology department, how can he know English, so a score of 5 in English is really normal. ]

[Net name "Orphanage Xiao Ming": To be my grandmother's grandson, I can only get 90 points in English? Oh, my English score is at least points, I have no chance, goodbye! ]

[Net name "Determined to Marry a Rich Family": Fifth grade is really too young. If she is a high school student, I can wait until her grandchildren grow up. [Spreading hands][Helpless]]

Song Zhen really helped the old man to calculate it seriously.

It’s okay if you don’t count it, but it’s embarrassing once you do.

"Old man, your grandson is not a descendant of the God of Literature. The one who told him the fortune was a liar. He will not pass the test to become a master of hemp rope."

"You...what did you say!"

The old lady could no longer sit still and started coughing, covering her mouth with her silk scarf. The servant next to her patted her on the back.

Zhang Zhenren behind him immediately reminded him ventriloquially: "Fairy, these are all mortals. They can't withstand any blows. You have to say something good when you tell fortunes..."

Song Zhen was puzzled: "Her family is going to go bankrupt and can't support their descendants, and her grandson is destined to only be admitted to a junior college and work as a screwdriver in a factory in the future. How can I say anything good about this?"

Based on his many years of experience, Master Zhang tactfully imparted the tutorial:

"When we tell fortunes for people, we only give limited answers. If they don't ask, we won't tell them. If they ask, we can talk around it."

"You said that the young master is not a literary star, but a future star. Although his English grades are mediocre and he cannot go to a top foreign university, he will definitely be able to achieve great things in the first-tier science and engineering fields in China in the future!"

"..." Song Zhen suddenly realized.

She followed Master Zhang's instructions and relayed them to the old lady.

As expected, the old lady was no longer panicked or anxious, and her expression returned to a kind and gentle one. "The future star has come down to earth. Does this mean that my grandson is a late bloomer?"

Song Zhen nodded.

The old lady was very excited. "Thank you, thank you, Master. I feel relieved now!"

After the old lady left, Song Zhen felt mixed emotions.

In the past, she would tell people everything she calculated for them, and she always had good intentions, but in the end... even her own mother couldn't tolerate her.

She was taught a lesson by Master Zhang today.

At the same time, among the crowd watching the excitement under the bridge, Huo Mengjiao was already extremely anxious.

Just one more divination and the overpass will be dismantled.

Why hasn’t that person come yet!

Just when she couldn't wait to call and urge him, a very penetrating voice suddenly came from under the overpass: "Neighbors of cbd! That Taoist priest is a liar!"

The voice suddenly broke the peaceful atmosphere of the overpass.

Following the sound, I saw more than fifty middle-aged women in uniform square dance costumes suddenly appear under the bridge, with the leading woman holding a loudspeaker in her hand.

The shout just now came from her mouth.

The crowd was talking about it, "Who is it? Just now a skywalk gang left, could it be that a square dance gang is coming?"

Zhang Zhen and Song Zhen, who were broadcasting live on the overpass, couldn't help but glance sideways.

"Were those people arranged by the fairy lady?" asked Master Zhang in a daze.

Song Zhen frowned. How could this be arranged by her?

She glanced at the crowd and found Huo Mengjiao wearing a baseball cap and covering her mouth with her hands while laughing. She understood everything.

More than fifty middle-aged women walked onto the bridge aggressively.

While walking on the bridge, holding a loudspeaker and turning on the loop playback mode at the maximum decibel, a slogan that had been recorded long ago resounded loudly throughout the CBD.

[Tianqiao Taoist priest, Tianqiao Taoist priest, not a fake Taoist priest, you cheated us out of money, you cheated us out of money again! ]

[We are honest and believed your sales pitch. We worked hard to weave rattan for you. We also worked hard to play ghosts for you! ]

[You are not a human being! You are not a fucking human being! You made money from live streaming but didn’t pay me! Black-hearted Taoist priest! Give me back my hard-earned money, give me back my hard-earned money! ]

Everyone was stunned by the slogan that was played on loop.

【Net name "Eating Melon No. 1": What's going on? 】

[Net name "Eating Melon No. 2": Weaving rattan? Playing ghost? No salary after live broadcast? ]

[Net name "Eat Melon No. 3": So it's not a fake master killing ghosts, it's really a scam?! ]

The live broadcast room exploded instantly, and there was a lot of cursing at the scene.

The bodyguards rushed forward to block these aunties, but the square dance aunties were very powerful. With just a glance and a Yang Finger, the bodyguards were unable to move forward.

I can’t stop it! I really can’t stop it!

The most important thing is that once this slogan is spread, it spreads like a virus and soon spreads all over the country...

The scene was noisy, but Huo Mengjiao was the only one who laughed secretly behind everyone's back, "Sure enough, the square dance aunties I invited are still the most lethal!"

……

At the same time, the Huo Group.

Huo Yunzhou, who had just returned to the office after the meeting, was checking computer files.

Suddenly, the assistant ran in and said hurriedly: "Mr. Huo, your idol! The real master who is broadcasting live on the overpass next door! She, she..."

"Well, she's finished?"

His eyes were always on the computer screen, and he responded nonchalantly.

The assistant was incoherent, "No, it's not finished yet. Something happened! Something big happened!"