Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 20 [007] The start of the magic calculation (3)
Naturally, she couldn't hand the spell directly to Dad, he definitely wouldn't wear it.

She knew that every time Dad went out to do errands, he would wear the white shirt and black trousers he wore when he got married. This was his best set of clothes, and he was reluctant to wear them at ordinary times. He would definitely wear them to the city tomorrow.

So, she also folded the charm and quietly stuffed it into the pocket of her trousers, praying that her father would not find out.

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The next day, Dad really went out in that suit.

Perhaps it was the effect of the spell, the darkness on his face lightened a little, and he became more energetic.

As soon as he left the front foot, Yang He came back again. When he saw Yang Zimei, he said excitedly: "Niu Niu, you are amazing. You said that I am Li Mu. Two people came here suddenly today. I don't know why. Look The old nanmu tree in front of my door told me to buy it for 1000 yuan, hehe, wouldn’t I have the cost of going out now? I really didn’t expect that a tree is worth so much money.”

In 1992, 1000 yuan was really a big sum. At that time, the monthly salary of a public teacher was only [-] yuan.

"Who is here?" Yang Zimei asked curiously.

"An old man who looks rich, and another who looks like a feng shui fortune teller. He is also in his 50s and [-]s. He took a compass and wandered around my old tree for a while."

When Yang Zimei heard this, she became interested, and followed Yang He out to have a look.

I saw an old man in a black silk Tang suit standing in front of the old nanmu tree in front of Uncle Yang He's door. He was about 60 years old, with black and white hair, combed meticulously, and hanging around his neck. A Guanyin pendant made of black jadeite, with a string of red jadeite chains on his hands, with a calm posture and a graceful bearing.

The other man was wearing a white Tang suit, about 40 years old, but with obedient shawl hair, slightly fat, holding a compass in his hand, and was talking to the old man, with a slightly arrogant expression.

In order to find out their origins, Yang Zimei stared at the old man for about a minute, and saw a few lines of words floating above his head: Huo Wenhua, born in 1, native of City A, currently living in Hong Kong, very wealthy, two wives, three sons and one daughter, father Seriously ill and dying, looking for a feng shui place for burial.

Yang Zimei is familiar with the name Huo Wenhua. He quickly became the largest rich man in Hong Kong after 97, ranking tenth on the Forbes rich list. His three sons also often have scandals with those actresses. When I was young, I read a lot of newspapers I picked up.

Such a super rich man in the future actually came to their Yangjia Village to buy nanmu today?
Is this nanmu he wants to be the coffin of his dying father?
Her gaze was fixed on the man in the white Tang suit holding the compass again: Hua Shaoguang, born in 1948, was originally from Guangdong, a master of Yi Xue, good at Feng Shui, a fortune teller, sought after by the rich and powerful.

This information was too simple, so she stared at it for a while, and suddenly, the line disappeared, and a vain scene appeared, and she saw that Hua Shaoguang's head was suddenly soaked in bird shit, and then fell down. .

She wanted to see more, but her head became very dizzy, the picture was blurred, and it returned to its original appearance.

She patted her head.

What does that picture represent?Does it represent what will happen in Huashaoguang?
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard him frowning and let out a low cry. There was indeed a bubble of bird droppings on his head. He hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket to wipe it off, but unexpectedly, there was a stone next to him, and he accidentally wiped it off. A stir, fell to the ground.

His expression was slightly awkward, but he quickly recovered his posture, and his eyes showed his original arrogant posture again.

Yang Zimei is happy!
It turned out that her function also has the ability to predict what will happen to people.

So, she stared at Huo Wenhua for a while, and there was a picture: in the picture, he listened for a while with a mobile phone from the 90s, with an expression of extreme grief on his face, and then knelt down and cried bitterly... …

She could only watch so much, and she would get dizzy if she watched too much.

However, she also roughly guessed that the reason why he cried bitterly was that his old father must have died.

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(End of this chapter)