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

The old man has only one grandson, who is 28 years old.

He studied abroad in Eagle Country and attended business school.

He returned to Yunjian City and opened a textile factory.

It had only been open for half a year, and 13 workers had fallen or had their fingers injured by machines.

The grandson lost a lot of money.

Therefore, the old man wanted Gao Qingqiu to calculate whether his grandson could continue to run the factory.

"Your grandson is not suitable to run a factory. You should quickly persuade him to transfer the factory, otherwise something bad will happen and he will lose money." Gao Qingqiu told the truth.

"Well, then, what is he suitable for?" The old man rubbed his hands.

Gao Qingqiu pinched his fingers and said, "His fortune lies in oil. He can make a lot of money by reselling oil."

The old man was shocked. A half-immortal had said the same thing to him last year.

The old man turned and was about to leave.

"Give me money." Gao Qingqiu said, looking up.

"I don't know if your calculation is accurate, so I won't give it to you for now. If my grandson thinks it through and transfers the factory, I'll come back and give you the money." The flesh on the old man's face twitched.

Gao Qingqiu smiled. He expected the old man to come again, so he didn't make a big deal about it.

As long as he becomes famous and makes money with his skills, why would he be afraid of not being able to survive in Yunjian City?

……

The next day, Gao Qingqiu came to the place where he had stayed yesterday.

After setting up the stall, the man came.

The man knelt down and cried, "Thank you, Master! My parents ate ginger and I saved them. Here are a few dollars for you."

The man put down the five dollars, kowtowed three times, and left.

Gao Qingqiu's price was 10 taels of silver, but he only gave 5, perhaps that was all the money his family had.

Forget it, forget it, be lenient.

Gao Qingqiu nodded and said, "Do more good things and don't worry about the future."

The man got up, wiped away his tears, and left.

A few minutes later, a lady in a green cheongsam came.

She was probably in her 30s and had a very fair complexion.

Gao Qingqiu looked at her carefully and found that she had a full forehead, which meant she must be rich and powerful, and her husband would probably be a very serious person.

She has three sons.

But her lips were dry, perhaps she had encountered some difficulties.

"Do you want to settle accounts with your husband?"

The woman's name was Yan Wanying, and she was stunned after hearing this.

"I haven't even spoken yet, and you already know what I want to ask!?"

Therefore, she had some trust in Gao Qingqiu.

"My husband is doing business in Shancheng City and only comes home a few times a year. I'm worried he might have found someone else."

Yan Wanying's father is the leather shoe king of Yunjian City.

Her husband has opened businesses all over the country, selling northern and southern mountain products, etc.

The relationship between the two has always been good, but since last year, her husband has become a little cold towards her.

Originally, Yan Wanying didn't believe her husband would "fall in love with someone else," and she didn't trust fortune-tellers either. But a relative who had just returned from Shancheng City told her directly, "I saw your husband shopping with a young woman, and they were very affectionate."

After hearing this, she couldn't help but disbelieve it.

Gao Qingqiu's eyes suddenly felt itchy, and he opened his third eye, seeing many scenes...

"Did your husband take away the family's money before going to Shancheng City? He said he was going to invest." Gao Qingqiu said slowly.

"Yes."

"Does your husband rarely write to you?" Gao Qingqiu looked at her blankly.

"Not a single letter."

Yan Wanying felt like she had met a god. How come he knew even such a small thing?

"Your husband is having an affair, and that woman is his secretary." Gao Qingqiu curled his lips.