The fortune teller who set up a stall became the first strategist of the Republic of China

When the barber heard this, he was very surprised and stopped moving the scissors in his hand.

"How do you know?" asked the barber.

"I know a little about physiognomy and the art of prediction. In my opinion, your forehead is too narrow, and you are usually very calculative, but your yang fire is strong, so you will not die for a while, so this disaster has come to your sons." Gao Qingqiu said with raised eyebrows.

It's really strange that a young man knew so much about him just by looking at him a few times!

Gao Qingqiu was right. The barber had seven sons, and only the eldest son was in contact with him.

His boss had passed away long ago, and he only hoped that his eldest son could survive, marry a wife, have a big fat boy, and carry on the family line.

He also consulted Taoist priests and monks for fortune-telling, but it was of no use except that he was cheated out of his money.

But Gao Qingqiu's words made his eyes light up.

"Young man, since you know the future, can you please tell me how my eldest son is doing now? When will he be back?"

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The barber's six sons were all killed in the battle to suppress the eastern rebels.

Only the eldest survived.

The eldest brother was called Cui Zhan. He made many contributions and was finally promoted to platoon leader.

Marshal Sun saw that he was very smart, so he made him his adjutant.

In a battle in April this year, Marshal Sun's camp was surrounded by rebels.

Cui Zhan covered Marshal Sun and fought until dark.

Taking advantage of the night, he and Marshal Sun wanted to escape from the encirclement.

But Marshal Sun sprained his ankle.

Cui Zhan had no choice but to carry Marshal Sun on his back and walk along the mountain path to escape the encirclement.

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Marshal Sun returned to Yunjian City and immediately mobilized his troops to wipe out the rebels.

He was very grateful to Cui Zhan.

That day, Cui Zhan also participated in the battle. When returning to the city, he fell and injured his back.

He stayed in the hospital for a month before he barely recovered.

But he has walked with a limp ever since.

Marshal Sun had no choice but to let him retire from the army and gave him 1000 yuan as a reward.

When Cui Zhan was about to get home, Gao Qingqiu had already told the barber everything he knew through his supernatural powers.

The barber was happy that his eldest son was still alive, but sad that his other six sons were all dead.

After a while, Cui Zhan came to the door of the store carrying a cloth bag and shouted, "Dad!"

The barber quickly turned around and looked at the person at the door, and finally recognized him. It was his eldest son!

It's just that his hair is very short and his skin is very dark.

"Son, you're finally back!" The barber held the eldest son's hand.

The eldest brother let go of the barber's hand and wiped away his tears.

"Mr. Cui Zhan, tonight, several of your relatives will come to you to borrow money. Don't lend them money. They are here to cheat you and will never pay you back." Gao Qingqiu said.

The boss shuddered. "Are you a human or a ghost? How did you know? I just walked across the intersection and saw Uncle San. He asked me to borrow 10 yuan."

"Listen to me, don't lend money anymore. If you don't want to see those relatives, go stay in a hotel outside for a month. After a month, your fortune will improve." Gao Qingqiu leaned back in his chair.

The barber urged the boss to hurry up.

The eldest brother was skeptical, "I don't quite believe what you say, but I listen to my father."

After the boss finished speaking, he left the store.

"Where do you think my son's fortune lies? Tell me." The barber stood behind Gao Qingqiu and picked up the scissors to cut his hair.

"My fortune-telling rules are that I charge 10 yuan for one time. If you agree, I will continue." Gao Qingqiu smiled faintly.