Refuse to spoil!The milk bag is the most curly working child in Xuanmen

Chapter 95

Jiang Zhen nodded, feeling heavy.

The director left after announcing the task, and the guests in each group took action one after another.

Jiang Zhen brought Qi Susu to the square, feeling a headache: "How do you make money?"

He simply squatted on the ground and thought for a long time, then suddenly looked at Qi Susu:

"Xiaoguan... Susu, how about I accompany you to Fengshui Street for fortune-telling."

Qi Susu was curious: "Why did brother Jiang suddenly want to tell fortunes with me?"

Jiang Zhen slapped his thigh: "Fu Qiming's group has earned a thousand dollars. Today, it's a revolving profit. I guess I can earn more. If we follow our original method, I'll earn one hundred and fifty a day. I can't earn more than others in a week." .”

"Fortune-telling is different!"

Jiang was really excited, and the photographer who followed them quickly took a close-up of him.

"High risk! High reward!"

"Give it a go, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle!"

Just do it, Jiang Zhen led Qi Susu away:
"Go, go, buy me a small bench."

Qi Susu was in a complicated mood. She didn't know why Jiang Zhen felt that fortune-telling made a lot of money.

According to her experience the day before, it's hard to earn a hundred a day, okay?

But Jiang really wanted to do it, so she followed suit.

The two bought the same bench from the furniture store last time.

So a Xuanqing Temple Master and a future director of the Xuanguan Bureau sat down on Fengshui Street and started to set up a fortune-telling stall.

It may be because Vice President Jiang's hexagram is too novel, so many people flooded into the live broadcast room:

"Vice President Jiang also went to have a fortune-telling? Is their group ruined, or is it starting to fail?"

"Is Vice President Jiang really good at fortune-telling?"

"Visual estimation estimates that they can't earn a hundred a day."

"Don't say that, say you didn't meet the rich man who was as handsome as the banquet yesterday."

"..."

There was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room, but Qi Susu and the two were much calmer.

Jiang Zhen looked around at the people who came and went, and suggested: "Why don't we shout and shout."

Qi Susu didn't think so: "Brother Jiang, look at the colleagues around you, they don't talk."

Jiang Zhen looked at the average age of the four weeks, fifty or sixty, and the old liar fell silent.

Yelling seems to be detrimental indeed.

It makes a very expensive fortune-telling activity as cheap as selling vegetables in a vegetable market.

So he also gave up this decision.

The two waited quietly on the chairs. After waiting for a long time, no one came.

The crowd in front of them was bustling, but none of them flocked in their direction.

Jiang Zhen took a closer look at the crowded colleagues in front of the stall, and found that they had a characteristic, that is, they were old enough.

With an idea, he said to Qi Susu in a low voice: "It's not a problem for us to spend so much time, how about I buy a fake beard and wear small sunglasses to pretend to be an old Taoist priest?"

Qi Susu agreed: "I think it's feasible, let's go!"

The two packed up the benches together and rushed to the nearby drama store.

There are fake beards for singing Peking opera, and gray Peking opera costumes, which can be worn as Taoist clothes.

Qi Susu took a closer look at the fake beard and found that it was exaggeratedly long.

She hesitated: "This one doesn't look like it."

Jiang Zhen sneaked a glance at the photographer behind him, and said to Qi Susu in a low voice: "Little Guanzhu, do you know how to draw talismans in the void? You don't need talisman paper and pens, just draw directly in the void."

Qi Susu nodded and said in a low voice, "Uncle Jiang, what do you mean..."

Jiang Zhen gestured with his eyes: "Draw an illusion talisman on this bearded man so that it looks like a real beard."

Qi Susu understood, tapped lightly on the beard with his finger, a subtle light flashed, and the spell was completed.

Jiang Zhen picked up the beard and directly paid for it: "Shopkeeper, I bought this beard and this costume."

The store quickly collected the money, smiling all over his face: "Come back later, you two!"

Jiang Zhen took the beard, put it on contentedly, and found another place to change into the Taoist uniform.

With this attire, he looked like a very old Taoist priest.

Only a pair of eyes are exposed, still looking young.

There was no place to buy glasses nearby, so Jiang Zhen thought about it and called Gu Renjun: "Ren Jun, what are you doing?"

Gu Renjun just came back after finishing the night's ghost removal in the bureau, and he was very tired lying on the bed:

"Sleeping...what are you doing?"

Jiang Zhen coughed: "What the hell, lend me your sunglasses, just for a while."

Gu Renjun hung up without thinking about it.

Jiang Zhen hissed when he saw the hung up phone, and called again persistently.

This time he learned to be smart, and cut straight to the point as soon as the call was connected:

"Lend me the sunglasses and give them to me here, and you will be paid one thousand."

Gu Renjun sat up quickly like a chicken blood:
"You said earlier, come here, where?"

Jiang Zhen looked at the location: "The third floor of Rui'an Building."

Gu Renjun: "Guaranteed delivery within 10 minutes."

He put on his coat and ran straight out of the house.

Qin Yue, who was cooking in the kitchen, was a little surprised: "Uh, Brother Gu, didn't you just come back?"

She had nowhere to go and had to stay with Gu Renjun. Gu Renjun was a gentleman and treated her well.

She sees that Gu Renjun's family is really poor, and it's not easy to eat and drink for free. Everyday when Gu Renjun goes out to do tasks, she does the housework and cooks.

Seeing that Gu Renjun had just come back and went out in such a hurry, he couldn't help but greet him.

Gu Renjun picked up his medicine box and set off quickly: "I have a business to make money temporarily."

……

Riding a shared bicycle all the way to Rui'an Commercial Building, Gu Renjun ran up to the third floor to search around, but Jiang Zhen was not found.

"Gu Renjun!"

Someone in the distance is calling his name.

Gu Renjun looked back and saw an old Taoist priest walking over.

It’s true that the voice is Jiang, Gu Renjun couldn’t imagine: “Why are you dressed like this?”

Jiang Zhen waved his hand: "It's a long story, did you bring your sunglasses?"

Gu Renjun opened the medicine box and took out the sunglasses: "Here, how long will it take to return it to me?"

Jiang Zhen: "A week later."

Gu Renjun raised his eyebrows: "Money?"

Jiang Zhen: "Whatever Xu Minghuo wants, he owes me a thousand, and I just agreed to pay it back today."

Gu Renjun nodded, he glanced at the cameraman following Jiang Zhen, and he roughly understood what he was doing.

He was not interested in leaving the country on any shooting site, so he left quickly.

Unexpectedly, he didn't want to appear on the screen, but in fact he still showed his face in the live broadcast:

"Fuck, this little brother is so handsome!"

"Black hair, blue eyes, black clothes and black pants, so cool!"

"It seems that he is a friend of Vice President Jiang, and he is also the son of a certain group or the young master of a certain family."

"Don't tell me, it looks a bit like Gu Chongning, the young master of the Gu family, but Gu Chongning doesn't have blue eyes, does he?"

"It doesn't matter who he is, it's over if he's handsome, woo woo woo, sure enough, good-looking people hang out with each other."

"..."

Jiang Zhen took the glasses and put them on, and Qi Susu who was sitting beside him came over to have a look: "You already look like an old Taoist priest, let's go..."

(End of this chapter)