The aunt looked to be around fifty years old and was dressed in ordinary clothes, but the valuable jade bracelet on her hand revealed her financial strength.

Yao Yi greeted the aunt with a smile.

"Auntie, please sit down."

She motioned for the aunt to sit on the cardboard next to her.

The aunt was a little disgusted, but still sat down on the ground.

Yao Yi pretended to ask the aunt to stretch out her hand, and she touched the aunt's wrist with a meaningful look.

The aunt was eating melon seeds.

Now she has placed all the melon seeds on the cardboard.

She looked at Yao Yi with a serious face.

"How is it? Is my future fortune good?"

In fact, Yao Yi knew the aunt's background as soon as she saw her, but she still tried to be mysterious.

She was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"Auntie, you have two sons. The older one works in a technology company in City A, and the younger one rents a house in City B."

The aunt was surprised, "You know all this?"

Yao Yi nodded and continued, "Not only do I know the current situation of your eldest son and youngest son, I also know that your husband is a contractor. China has been vigorously developing real estate in recent years, and your husband has made a lot of money. He used the money he saved to build a few houses in the town, right?"

The aunt nodded rapidly, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"The real estate industry is in a downturn now. You and your uncle are no longer working. You usually collect rent and chat with neighbors. Today you happened to come to this village to look for acquaintances, and you accidentally ran into me."

The aunt took a breath of cold air.

If the previous family backgrounds were found out by the little kid in advance, then it was really amazing that she could calculate today's itinerary.

She also came to this village on a whim after getting up in the morning.

It was also an accident to meet the little brat.

But the little kid figured out all of this, and the expression on the aunt's face began to become one of admiration.

Yes, it’s an expression of worship.

She looked at Yao Yi, reached out and wrapped her little hand around hers, and said kindly, "Oh, little girl, you are really accurate in your predictions. Auntie will give you 1000 yuan. Please help me calculate the fate of my eldest son and youngest son. Will their future lives be good?"

Yao Yi really wanted to earn some money by fortune-telling.

After all, there are six people in a team. If anyone has no money, they will go hungry today.

But suddenly, the fortune was told and the prediction fell on the aunt.

The problem is, this aunt's youngest son is really a treasure.

The younger son was scolded by his aunt and uncle all day long, saying that he was almost thirty years old, but he was not doing his job properly. He stayed in the rental house in City B every day and never went out of the door.

In the eyes of the aunt and uncle, the youngest son has become isolated from the world and is not married at the age of 30, which makes them lose face in the village.

Whenever she went out, the villagers would ask about her youngest son.

Because her youngest son is 30 years old and still unmarried, the aunt can't hold her head up in the village.

There are a lot of rumors in the village.

Some people even started spreading rumors that the aunt's youngest son might be mentally ill, a loser who couldn't have a girlfriend and just stayed in his room all day eating and waiting to die.

The aunt and uncle were very troubled by this.

In fact, this is far from the truth.

They all misunderstood the youngest son.

The youngest son had poor grades when he was young and was addicted to comics. In college, he chose a major at random and did not study seriously. He immersed himself in the world of comics.

Because the uncle's family was financially sound, the younger son did not look for a job after graduation. Instead, he rented a cheap house in a tube-shaped building in the center of City B and prepared to draw comics.

At the beginning, all the comics I submitted were rejected.

But three years after graduation, he created "Cloud Brain World".

This is a comic series that combines science fiction, cyber, friendship and family.

Very niche.

But it's very popular.

Some even call him the light of Chinese animation.

The younger son worked hard to draw comics in the rental house and became a great manga artist, but his parents did not know or understand him. Influenced by the comments of the neighbors in the village, they thought their son was a waste.

Yao Yi felt so sorry for her youngest son.

At this time, the photographer was pointing the camera at her.

Yao Yi felt that this might be a great opportunity to clear her youngest son's name.

and.

She has her own little plan in mind.

So, Yao Yi aimed at the camera, turned to look at the aunt, and asked, "Aunt, is your youngest son called Cheng Zhihao?"

The aunt nodded: "Yes! The youngest son is called Zhihao."

"Then did you know that your youngest son has a pen name, Hao? He serialized a comic work called "Cloud Brain World", which is very popular on the Internet."

As soon as these words came out.

The barrage exploded.

[Oh my god, is this true? Is this really Hao's mother? ]

[Oh my god! I am a fan of Hao. I have been following "Cloud Brain World" for four or five years! ]

[Is Holmes so amazing? How did she figure out that this is the mother of the great god Hao? ]

[I think there is something fishy going on. This must have been investigated in advance by the production team.]

[How old is this little brat? You are playing tricks here. I will call and report you! ]

[The above person, I suspect you are a black fan or a water army. 】

[You are the water army! Your whole family are water army! Your whole family are anti-fans. ]

In an instant, the entire screen was filled with barrages.

So many that it's jaw-dropping.

There is no doubt that the number of live broadcast viewers has reached a new high.

The director watched this scene and the corners of his mouth curled up to the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, he felt that Emperor Yao's family was truly his God of Wealth.

After hearing what Yao Yi said, the aunt suddenly burst into tears.

"Little girl, are you telling the truth?"

Yao Yi took out his mobile phone and typed "Cloud Brain World" into a certain encyclopedia, and all the information about this comic was displayed.

"If you don't believe me, you can call my youngest son to confirm it."

The aunt took the phone, read all the information in "Cloud Brain World", and then called her youngest son.

She stood up from the cardboard on the ground with her phone in her hand.

Originally, the photographer wanted to follow the aunt and take pictures, but Yao Yi stopped him.

"Let aunt talk to the youngest son alone."

After all, my aunt had misunderstood her youngest son for so many years.

Yao Yi could fully imagine how upset she felt.

Yao Zeyang watched from the side, his face full of surprise.

He squatted down next to Yao Yi and asked, "Bao, where did you get all this gossip from?"

Yao Yi shrugged, "I told you I can tell fortunes. Here, my aunt gave me 1000 yuan. I'll take our teammates out for dinner later!"

Thinking of this, Yao Yi drooled.

With 1000 yuan, I can definitely eat my fill.

She must eat more meat later.

Although sitting and fortune-telling does not require physical effort, it does require brain cells.

She felt like her CPU was about to burn out.

Just as I was imagining the sizzling aroma of barbecue, the aunt came over with a phone in her hand. She was in tears and then sat back on the cardboard.

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