Fortune Teller Master

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Work for me, and I will naturally let you live. "

Jiang Wei looked at the old man's dress, and saw that the old man was wearing a gray coat, with a shiny scalp and a beard on his mouth. If he didn't know, he would have thought he was from the Republic of China.

The old man held a small purple clay pot in his hand, and while talking, he sipped tea and took a few sips. The woman behind him, a middle-aged man, hunched over and took the teapot and poured new tea. Special filial piety. Jiang Wei couldn't help but tut twice, but he couldn't see that this lousy old man would enjoy it.

The young man who grabbed his cell phone fiddled with it for a long time. After confirming that Jiang Wei only made one call, he let out a sigh of relief.

After the old man on the phone call just now, he winked at the young man: "Make a phone call and try it out."

The young man immediately dialed the phone and pressed the speakerphone. Before he could speak, he heard an impatient girl's voice over the phone: "Aren't you going to play, why don't you make calls when you have nothing to do? I don't know that I was the busiest year ago, I'm hanging up!"

Seeing that the phone was hung up neatly, the old man breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, he didn't want to make extra troubles, and it would be best if he could do something less.

Jiang Wei seemed to have anticipated the attitude on the phone, and laughed heartily: "My little master has a big heart, no one can delay her making money."

When the young man saw that Jiang Wei got the phone, he didn't call the police or call his family, but called the girl. It was estimated that the relationship between the two was not normal. Hearing him talk about my little master in an intimate tone, he couldn't help but feel sour in his heart: They are all young people, how can they be so good at playing, still a little master! Look at it, it's all about love.

The old man was very satisfied that Jiang Wei did not cause trouble for himself, and his attitude towards him was much better than before: "I see your name on your ID card is Jiang Wei? I will call you Xiao Jiang in the future, you can Call me Master Song, the people behind me are all my apprentices." He reached out and ordered the middle-aged man who was pouring tea for him: "Boss." Then he counted down in order: "Second, third, fourth... ..." Finally, he clicked on the young man who lost his mobile phone: "This is the fifth, you two happen to be the same age, the young people may have something to talk about together, and you can just let the fourth and fifth accompany you when you have nothing to do."

Jiang Wei understood what this meant was that the fourth and fifth two would be the people who would monitor them closely in the future. He glanced at the fourth, who was less than thirty years old but looked quite shrewd, but the young man, the fifth, seemed to be quite fooled, and he looked a bit sloppy, otherwise he would not have thrown the phone to him. in the room.

"Now that we all know each other, I won't go around in circles anymore. I have something I want to ask for your help." The old man handed the teapot to the eldest apprentice, and took out a small jar from his arms. Jiang Wei immediately leaned over curiously, but he hadn't touched it yet. When he got to the jar, he heard a creaking sound inside, exactly the same as the sound he heard on the high-speed train.

The old man lifted the lid, and there was actually a beetle-like thing inside, but the lid was golden. Jiang Wei really didn't know what species it was.

"Don't look at the appearance of this little thing, but it may be very resistant." The old man glanced at Jiang Wei and showed a meaningful smile: "It can find the treasure for me."

Jiang Wei understood as soon as he heard it, this is not the same as his ability! His little master also likes to take him with him when he is looking for treasures, which saves trouble. But this thing doesn't seem to be very effective, he is not a baby, what do you mean by it squeaking at yourself.

"Isn't your thing not very good?" Jiang Wei picked up a straw on the table and poked the little bug's back twice: "What is it called to me?"

As soon as the voice fell, the little bug that was screaming so vigorously just now suddenly froze, and then turned over with a clatter, and a few tiny whiskers and feet did not move, as if they were dead.

Jiang Wei immediately threw away the straw in his hand and raised his hands with an innocent expression: "I just touched it twice with the straw, but I didn't expect its shell to be so unbearable!"

The old man glanced at Jiang Wei in disbelief, and hurriedly picked up the precious little bug from the box and put it in his palm, but no matter how he flipped through it, the little bug didn't move, and his legs were stubborn. He stretched it straight, and at a glance, he knew that it was hanging.

If it was said that this little bug was stabbed to death by a straw, Old Man Song would still not believe it. The shell on his back was so hard that even a stone could not smash him. If it was said that he was killed by a straw It's an insult to it; it's nothing to do with the straw, it's not justified, the bug has just

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