The Strongest Man On Earth: Starting From Setting Up A Street Stall

Looking at Lao Wang who was smiling happily, Zhao Yan sighed quietly.

"Old Wang, let me count on my fingers, you are going to suffer a bloody disaster!"

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Lao Wang's face turned pale. Did this kid not want to see him?

It's obviously a happy day, why curse him?

"Xiao Zhao, your method is too old and not suitable for me."

Hehehe, Lao Wang smiled nonchalantly.

He has seen these techniques many times, and he has been fooled by fortune tellers many times before.

He was a little worried at first, but later found out that it was all false.

"Oh, belief is destiny, disbelief is destiny." He shook his head and said no more.

[The host triggers a random mission: admired by thousands of people, the current mission progress is 0%]

[Complete this task and the overall professional score will be +100]

While Zhao Yan was waiting for the destined person, the system suddenly came with a task.

This time it's even better.

You can achieve 100% in just one task.

But when Zhao Yan checked the tasks, he knew that this profession might take more time than the previous two professions.

Not to mention that thousands of people admire it, it hasn’t even opened yet.

Soon it was time for school to end.

Yang Siming came here early and was ready to pick up the child.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I parked the car, I saw a familiar figure on the roadside.

When he took a closer look, he was surprised to find that it was the owner who used to sell fried rice.

"Little boss, why are you here?"

"Huh? It's you."

Thanks to the strength of the master of martial arts, Zhao Yan was just stunned for a moment before thinking of the person in front of him.

It seems to be called Yang Siming.

Back then, this person introduced many customers to him.

"Yeah, long time no see. Are you... setting up a fortune-telling stall?"

Yang Siming took a closer look and was stunned.

Selling fried rice and fortune telling are too big a gap.

"Well, do you want to do the math? Since you are an old customer, I will give you a free fortune."

Zhao Yan nodded and started soliciting customers.

It's not wise to ask for money before you become famous.

"That's...okay."

Yang Siming hesitated for a moment and then agreed.

School ends in ten minutes, so just think of it as supporting an old friend.

Zhao Yan carefully observed Yang Siming's face and found that there was a green and black aura lingering around him.

hiss!

This is a big disaster!

If you are not careful, people will be gone.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yan quickly pinched his fingers and started to calculate.

Lao Wang on the side rolled his eyes, exaggerated!

"Little boss, I think you should go sell fried rice. I haven't eaten it for so long and I'm a little greedy."

Looking at Zhao Yan's actions, Yang Siming obviously didn't believe it and couldn't help but persuade him.

My appetite was conquered by fried rice before, and it took me a long time to get used to it.

"Brother Yang, I advise you to wait and drive and don't take Jingnan Road."

Ignoring Yang Siming's persuasion, Zhao Yan said solemnly.

He had just calculated that Yang Siming would walk home on Jingnan Road after picking up the child, and then he would get into a car accident and die.

"Why? Jingnan Road is the closest."

Yang Siming was a little unhappy. Jingnan Road was the closest road for him to go home. He had walked without incident for so many years. Why couldn't he leave when he arrived at the little boss's place?

"You can't leave today. Belief is destiny, disbelief is destiny."

The words have been spoken clearly enough.

If Yang Siming still insisted on taking that path, he would not persuade him.

"Okay... okay, I'm going to pick up the kids. Goodbye, little boss."

Even though Yang Siming didn't believe it, he still said goodbye politely.

"Xiao Zhao, you can't do this. In the fortune-telling business, you have to choose what the customer likes."

Lao Wang couldn't help but give Zhao Yan some popular science.

This kid is simply weird. First he says he has a bloody disaster, and then he prevents others from taking that path.

How could others like it?

Do people who come here to tell fortunes really believe in this stuff?

Others just want to hear nice things.

"Old Wang, if I were you, I would take the bucket and run away now, otherwise your bloody disaster will come later."

Zhao Yan smiled and prepared to persuade him again.

Lao Wang is so miserable.

I sold a sausage and it got cold, now I'm telling people's fortunes, and...

As a neighbor who had struggled together, how could he watch the show from the sidelines?

"Haha, in our line of work, we will change positions every once in a while. I just came to this position, and I will move it after a while."

Lao Wang smiled and waved his hands, this was the experience of his seniors.

"Okay, but it might be a little late."

Zhao Yan gave a thumbs up and shot in a different place. He was afraid of being beaten.

"Why is it late? It's not late at all, you don't understand."

Lao Wang looked like someone who had come before.

"Na." Zhao Yan pointed at the menacing aunt not far away.

Lao Wang turned his head to look in confusion, and was suddenly frightened.

What's going on? Is there anything wrong with this hexagram?

"Old man, you're a liar, and you still have the same horoscope!"

The aunt who came back came back with a nine-yin white bone claw, and it hit Lao Wang's face.

"Ouch, what are you doing? A gentleman talks but doesn't do anything!"

Lao Wang covered his face and asked the aunt in anger.

"You are a liar, how can you tell me that you are a gentleman? Come and die!"

The aunt became furious when she thought of her son and his wife.

Sla!

The beard was pulled off.

"Okay! You damn liar, your beard is all fake?!"

The aunt looked at the beard in her hand in disbelief, and was so angry that her brain was confused.

So the whole person pressed forward, using both hands and feet.

"I want you to have a happy marriage for a hundred years, and I want you to have a son as soon as possible!"

"Ouch! Stop!"

"Pooh!"

"Hit me again! Hit me back!"

"You still have the nerve to fight back?"

It was the peak period after school, and the movement here attracted the attention of many people.

Finally, Zhao Yan couldn't bear to see Lao Wang being ravaged by his aunt, so he slowly took out his cell phone and called the police.

ten minutes later.

"Everyone give way, give way!"

Wu Qiang walked in with difficulty.

"Eh? Aren't you the boss selling fried rice?"

The first time he saw Zhao Yan.

"Yes, I changed my career. Officer, please rescue people first."

Zhao Yan didn't expect to see another acquaintance.

But now is not the time to reminisce.

Upon hearing this, Wu Qiang and his colleagues quickly stepped forward, "Stop fighting! Stop it."

With great difficulty, Auntie pulled off Old Wang's body and said, "If anything happens, go to the police station."

Seeing that more and more people were gathering around here, Wu Qiang quickly took a few people to the police station.

As a witness, Zhao Yan naturally went too.

"Tell me what's going on."

Wu Qiang took the pen and started asking.

"Officer, you have to make the decision for me. This liar has done me a terrible job!"

Hearing this, the aunt felt sad and howled loudly.

"What are you talking nonsense about? I will tell you a fortune, how can I harm you!"

Lao Wang covered his face, jumped up and said angrily.

It is true that the world is declining and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be.

I said so many nice things and finally made some money, and now I'm here to blackmail him?

How many years has passed since the founding of the People's Republic of China, and there are still such bad people?