Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 786 Uncle Wang's Radio

At the entrance of the shopping mall, an old man wearing a stone mirror was sitting on a small bench. There was a piece of cloth in front of him, with a pattern of gossip drawn on it.

Jin Tiehammer ran up to him, looked at the man carefully, and bowed his hands solemnly.

"Fellow Daoists are polite!"

Liu Ming, who ran over, opened his mouth wide, let alone him, the old fortune-teller was also stupid, coughed for a long time, and pointed to his feet.

"Fifty fortune-telling, no money is not allowed, okay?"

Jin Tiehammer cupped his hands excitedly again and said.

"Fellow Daoist, you are also from the cultivation world, right? Where did you practice before? This divination is a unique skill of Shaoyang Sect. Are you from the inner sect or the outer sect?"

The fortune teller frowned and took off his glasses to look carefully at the golden hammer, then waved his hand impatiently.

"Crazy, get out of here, don't block me from doing business!"

"Fellow Daoist..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Ming hurriedly pulled him aside, explaining in a low, embarrassed voice.

"Boss, this is not your fellow Taoist, this is a liar..."

Fearing that the fortune teller would hear it, Liu Ming dragged him a few more steps, and continued talking.

"Boss, I'll take you to a place..."

"Where?"

"North Park, you'll know when you go."

The two ran away in a hurry, and when they got to the place to look, Jin Tiehammer was stupid again.

"This, this... this divination technique is a unique skill of the Shaoyang Sect. Why... so many people know it? Could it be that they... oh, I understand, no wonder the Shaoyang Sect disappeared mysteriously. It turned out that it was teleported to your world ah?"

"Boss, these people are all fortune-tellers. There is a fortune-telling street in North Park, which is very famous, but few people believe it. Most of them are old men and women who love to believe in it. A calculation can range from 10 yuan to tens of thousands."

Jin Tiehammer's eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief.

"There are tens of thousands more?"

"Uh... these are the thank you fees that the old man and the old lady think are accurate, and they are all given by others."

"Then are they accurate?"

Liu Ming smiled wryly and shook his head.

"What the fuck, I did the math half a year ago, and a blind old man said I could be a high official, but I turned out to be a beggar."

Jin Tiechui hadn't listened to him for a long time now, his eyes were rolling around, he didn't know what he was thinking, and after a long time, he patted Liu Ming on the shoulder.

"Let's go, let's tell people's fortunes too."

"what?"

While Liu Ming was surprised, Jin Tiehammer had already gone to the park to rummage through the trash cans, finally found a piece of cardboard, asked a fortune teller to borrow a carbon pen, sat next to him, and wrote four words on it.

[Free fortune telling! 】

"Boss, you you you...you know fortune-telling?"

"Hey, although your boss has lost his mana, he still has a superficial understanding of face-to-face skills. You just wait. I'll take you to a restaurant tonight. Let's go to a restaurant!"

……

Besides, Bai Feng and Tang Long walked straight to the busiest part of the commercial street. The streets here are full of street vendors, ranging from food and drink to clothing and entertainment.

There are more than a dozen universities in the commercial street, and the flow of people is huge, so the street is full of people coming and going, and the two of them frowned as they walked through the crowd.

"It seems that...everything that can be sold is sold..."

"Yeah, if we also sell what others have, we probably won't take advantage in terms of price and sales..."

The two were a little discouraged, and they turned their heads to look around in a daze, when Bai Feng suddenly saw the Internet cafe behind him, with a thought, a shameless idea popped up.

"Go, go to Shanghuiwang to have a look!"

Tang Long didn't have an ID card, so he could only share a computer with Bai Feng. After sitting down, the two casually browsed the webpages on the Internet, and Bai Feng's mind turned rapidly.

Although I am back now, I can no longer make money by copying formulas, but I still have a bunch of titles in the system, and I can still become a master, but...

"Opening a restaurant requires an investment of at least tens of thousands of yuan in the early stage. Writing a novel takes at least two months to get your first income. Participating in an audition competition also requires a long waiting period. How can you get money quickly?"

Bai Feng was thinking about it when he suddenly heard the boy in the next seat on the phone.

"Oh, I can't help it. The thesis is urgent, and the computer is broken. I sent it to be repaired. It cost me 800 oceans, and I have to wait two days to fix it. I am surfing the Internet in an Internet cafe. First, I need to modify the thesis. ..."

Bai Feng's eyes lit up, and he dragged Tang Long to run towards the school again.

"what happened?"

"...I thought of a way to make money, let's go!"

The two spent 20 minutes in the copy shop in the school. After bargaining, they copied a bunch of small advertisements at a price of 3 cents each, and then bought glue.

I bought some repair tools in the small supermarket next door, and then, like thieves, the two sneaked into the male and female dormitories with small advertisements according to gender.

Half an hour later, while Bai Feng was still posting small advertisements, the sound of barking dogs came from downstairs.

Bai Feng hurriedly turned around and ran downstairs. When he got there, he saw Tang Long hiding behind the dormitory building, still screaming.

Seeing Bai Feng coming down, he muttered in frustration.

"Can we change the password next time?"

"Hehe, stick to it, let's buy mobile phones when we have money. What's wrong? Are you done advertising?"

"No, I just sent half a building, and I was stopped by someone, and I came to do business."

"Yo, so fast? Let's go and have a look!"

The two came to Building No. 8 excitedly, but when Bai Feng saw the person, he wanted to slap Tang Long to death.

"Just you, the computer repairer? Come and see if this can be repaired?"

Uncle Wang, the manager of Building No. 8, smiled and waved to Bai Feng, muttering triumphantly as he walked.

"Hehe, don't be afraid, do you know how many advertisements the uncle blocks every day? At least a dozen, but you are different, and you can be regarded as responding to our school's slogan for college students to start a business. I will forgive you once, come, take a look at this." Can it still be repaired?"

When Bai Feng saw the things, he almost knelt down, and smiled awkwardly.

"Master? You...you want to fix the radio?"

"What? Didn't your cousin say that you can fix everything?"

"My cousin?"

Bai Feng turned his head to look at Tang Long, and immediately understood everything, his teeth were gritted.

Seeing Bai Feng's cannibalistic expression, Tang Long swallowed with a dry smile, and quietly stepped back two steps towards the door.

"Girl, can it be repaired? I have had this radio with the uncle for more than ten years, and I have a relationship. If you can repair it, the uncle will sell the business to you personally."

"Really?"

"Look at what you said, Uncle Wang is in this building, he is absolutely talking about everything. Have you seen this row of switches? I will pull the switch for anyone who is disobedient! Let those who fight bosses, eat chickens, and fight big dragons Let everyone cry! If you don’t obey me, look at this, as long as I press the button, the whole building will be off the internet! Here, your uncle Wang is definitely the king!”

Bai Feng swallowed her saliva, and said in her heart, sir, I really hate you, but she was worried about this radio again, this thing is not only a bad radio, but also an old-fashioned semiconductor radio more than ten years ago.

(End of this chapter)