Tomb Raiders: I'm Really a Fortune Teller

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Chapter 138? (Kneeling and begging for full order!!)

What's more, Fatty Wang can't make up his mind either, what is the final price... It's not up to the rich businessman's son.

Moreover, what Mo Zifan valued was an ancient tomb that was two thousand years old. If the people of the four sects could break into it, there must be a lot of evil spirits inside.

For Mo Zifan, it was... a large wave of energy points.

Of course, it's a good thing if you can earn tens of millions.

After all, Mo Zifan is not President Ma. Mo Zifan, who has been a man for two generations, is still interested in money.

"Okay, you can arrange it. Let's find a chance to meet the son of the rich businessman."

Mo Zifan is not an indecisive person, since he has made a decision, he will do it without hesitation.

"Okay...!!!, Fat Master, I'll arrange it now."

Fatty Wang's face was about to bloom. Mo Zifan didn't have to think about it to know that if Fatty Wang helped that... the son of a wealthy businessman find a master in the business, he would definitely get a commission, no doubt about that.

Mo Zifan and the little witch temporarily stayed in Yanjing.

There are many scenic spots and historical sites in Yanjing, and there are countless snack street shopping malls.

Mo Zifan has been running around Yanjing with the little witch for the past two days.

As for the little witch's ID card, it might be a little troublesome for the average person.

But for... Mo Zifan, a person with a net worth of several billions, it is a matter that can be solved just by going through the process and spending a little money.

The little witch has been sleeping in the coffin for thousands of years, and now she is playing with Mo Zifan in the bustling city of Yanjing, which makes the little witch very excited.

She hasn't had such a good time for a long time, especially the people around her are people she likes.

Mo Zifan came to this world, the pace of life has always been fast, these rare few days of relaxation, Mo Zifan is also very happy.

A week later, Fatty Wang's call finally came.

"Little Eighth Master, I have already contacted you, see you tonight at the Yanjing Hotel, but Xiao Tianzhen and Third Uncle will come."

"it is good."

Mo Zifan also knew that he couldn't stay at ease all the time, he needed to grow up and grow to a terrifying height.

Especially for... Mo Zifan now, what he needs to do is to make himself stronger as soon as possible.

Then, pursue eternal life.

In the previous life, immortality was... an ethereal thing, but in this world, immortality is no longer so ethereal.

Mo Zifan could feel that the improvement of his physique and soul power would bring benefits not only in his own strength, but also in his lifespan.

It's just that the improvement of Shouyuan is not intuitively manifested.

In the evening, Mo Zifan and the little witch came to the Yanjing Hotel.

Fatty Wang had been waiting here early in the morning, and beside Fatty Wang was a middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit.

Just a glance, Mo Zifan has the basic information of this middle-aged man in mountain suit.

Yu Changge, thirty-nine years old, he is... that... the son of a wealthy businessman.

"Boss Yu, this...is the Changsha little eight master I told you. He is superb in his skills, and his hard-core strength is not comparable to those...others."

Fatty Wang likes to talk big, but he doesn't think he exaggerates Mo Zifan's evaluation.

Because of Mo Zifan's hard-core strength and extraordinary ability, it really reached a point where Fatty Wang felt terrified.

"Fatty, isn't this a bit too big for you, Yanjing Changsha who doesn't know that Qi Baye is wrong in knowing people, and has hired a playboy who is ignorant and incompetent all day long."

A disdainful voice came, and then two young men in their twenties came over.

"But he's from the Eighth Master Qi, I won't say how you can boast about his ability to do all kinds of tricks, but if you want to say that his hard core strength is even higher than ours, you will treat us as a decoration. It won't work."

The two people who came here were from the corpse faction, and behind them were two people in black robes, whose faces could not be seen clearly.

Mo Zifan could feel the corpse aura emanating from them, and it was obvious that it was the dumplings of these two young people of the corpse clique.

"Hey, the fat man doesn't like to hear your words. You two juniors of the corpse faction, what qualifications do you have to comment on the little eighth master here."

But Fatty Wang knew that Mo Zifan would also hold the corpse and evil needles, so when he saw these two young men of the corpse-holding faction, he did not give in at all.

"Peace begets wealth, and peace begets wealth."

Seeing that things were going in a bad direction, Yu Changge immediately.

speak out.

After all, all the people who came this time were invited to help. If there was a real quarrel and the quarrel broke up, it would be him who would suffer.

"Give Boss Yu a face today, and I won't bother to care about you. I'm still a little eighth, and anyone who doesn't know is just a dummy."

This young man of the corpse faction was still sneering, looking at Mo Zifan with disdain in his eyes.

"You are going too far, I want you to apologize to Zifan."

Before Mo Zifan could speak, the little witch was the first to sit still.