Just as the people of Beiliang City were still immersed in the shock from before, a little beggar in tattered clothes and covered in mud dragged his broken body and gritted his teeth as he looked in the direction of the Fine Cloud Restaurant.
Seeing the golden dragon hovering on the top of the building, the little beggar's dull eyes suddenly lit up.
he muttered to himself.
"Rumor has it that this Mister Jiang has the ability to govern the world. He can definitely tell me the method of revenge.”
Thinking of this, the little beggar strengthened his faith and continued to drag his broken body forward.
"Wow, it smells so bad. Where did this wild child come from? It's so smelly.”
"Stinky beggar, stay away from me."
As the little beggar dragged his body forward slowly, the commoners beside him smelled a strange smell and reprimanded him. Moreover, every time the little beggar came near them, he would avoid them as if he was avoiding a plague.
When the little beggar heard everyone's words, he gritted his teeth and continued to move forward. The direction he was heading towards was the Fine Cloud Brothel.
The fifth floor of the Fine Cloud Building
Jiang Fan finally stopped cultivating. He calmed himself down and muttered to himself.
"It's still early today, so I'll continue to set up my stall for a while.”
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan started to pack his things.
"Sigh, I'm really too dedicated. It's rare to see such a dedicated fortune-teller like me.”
Jiang Fan said narcissistically.
Soon, he packed his things and went downstairs.
Everyone looked at Jiang Fan with admiration. Moreover, some people kept trying to talk to Jiang Fan.
"Mr. Jiang, you're out setting up a stall again. You're really dedicated.”
"Mr. Jiang, are you a god?”
"Mr. Jiang is as graceful as ever.”
Hearing everyone's praise, Jiang Fan was overjoyed and sighed in his heart.
"It seems that I can't hide my professionalism after all.”
Accompanied by waves of praise, Jiang Fan picked a good spot and set up his stall again.
Time slowly passed as Jiang Fan waited.
"Ah ~"
Jiang Fan stretched.
"I'm so dedicated, but no customers came. Sigh.”
Jiang Fan couldn't help but sigh.
There were quite a number of people who tried to talk to Jiang Fan, but they didn't have any luck value and wanted Jiang Fan to read their fortunes.
As usual, Jiang Fan rejected them with the excuse that they were not fated.
When everyone saw that Jiang Fan still said this, they all sighed that their fate was not good. They were not fated to be with Mr. Jiang.
Otherwise, if he could get some advice from Mr. Jiang, he would definitely be able to soar in the future.
Even the Tubo Kingdom's Imperial Advisor, Jiu Mozhi, had put down his anger under Jiang Fan's guidance this morning. They would not doubt Jiang Fan's ability.
Moreover, Jiang Fan's words were probably more effective than the words of their biological parents or their wives and children.
If Jiang Fan told them to jump into the sea or jump off a cliff…There would probably be a lot of people running over and fighting to jump.
There was nothing he could do.
Jiang Fan's position in their hearts was like a god.
"Sigh, I'd better go back."
Looking at the empty stall in front of him, Jiang Fan felt that no one would come today.
"Forget it, forget it. I'll pack up and go back.”
Jiang Fan thought about it and stood up to clean up the stall.
Just as Jiang Fan was about to clean up the stall and leave, a strong sour smell suddenly drifted over.
"Ugh, where did this lousy beggar come from?”
"Hurry up and die to the side. You're ruining my good appetite.”
"I'm not eating anymore. With this taste alone, no matter how delicious the food is, it's hard to swallow.”
This sour smell naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of many customers in the Fine Cloud Restaurant. Looking around, a beggar in ragged clothes was standing at the bottom of the Fine Cloud Brothel.
Therefore, everyone covered their mouths and noses and opened their mouths to chase them away. He tried to chase this little beggar out of the Fine Cloud Brothel.
Seeing this scene, the little beggar hurriedly shouted.
"Lin Pingzhi is here to ask for a divination!"
"Lin Pingzhi is here to ask for a divination!"
"Lin Pingzhi is here to ask for a divination!"
The little beggar almost used all his strength to shout out these three sentences.
When Jiang Fan heard this name, he was stunned for a moment before his eyes lit up.
"Lin Pingzhi? It's him!"
When everyone heard this, they all laughed mockingly.
"You stinky beggar, you still want to find Mister Jiang Fan to read your fortune? Why don't you take a look at your dirty clothes? Aren't you afraid of tarnishing Mister Jiang Fan's divine appearance?”
"That's right. Even we aren't fated, let alone you?”
"Hurry up and get lost. Don't disturb this young master's mood.”
No one looked up to this little beggar in tattered clothes.
Jiang Fan shouted at Lin Pingzhi.
"Come over, I'm here!"
At this moment, Jiang Fan's heart finally had a trace of anticipation. After all, he had waited so long for someone with luck to finally arrive.
Lin Pingzhi was delighted when he heard Jiang Fan calling him. He quickly dragged his broken body and ran towards Jiang Fan's stall.
The people from the Fine Cloud Brothel were even more puzzled. Why did Mister Jiang Fan let this little beggar go over? Could it be that this little beggar was really fated?
But how could there be such a fated person?
Whether it was Xu Fengnian, Li Chungang, Lu Xiaofeng, or Jiu Mozhi, all of them were famous figures.
As for Lin Pingzhi, they couldn't figure it out.
Soon, Lin Pingzhi appeared in front of Jiang Fan with tattered clothes and a broken body.
He was currently lowering his head, his hands behind his back as he continuously rubbed them.
He was about to speak, but he seemed to have thought of something and shut his mouth again.
Jiang Fan looked at Lin Pingzhi and said,"
"Just say it."
Lin Pingzhi slowly opened his mouth, but his tone was full of nervousness.
"S-Sir, I'm Lin Pingzhi. I came here today to ask you to read my fortune, but I have no money on me.”
Lin Pingzhi quickly raised his head and glanced at Jiang Fan before lowering his head again.
As if he was afraid that Jiang Fan would reject him, he quickly said,""Sir, although this lowly one is penniless now, if this lowly one manages to take revenge, I will definitely give ten thousand taels of gold to you in the future.”
When the people from the Fine Cloud Brothel heard Lin Pingzhi's words, they mocked him again.
"You poor brat, if you still want to take out ten thousand gold taels in the future, I wouldn't dare to do so even in my dreams.”
"Haha, that's right, that's right."
"Little brat, don't be delusional. Quickly go back.”
They didn't believe that this beggar would be able to fork out ten thousand taels of gold in the future.
Jiang Fan said.
"It's fine. I'll read your fortune now.”
When everyone heard this, they were all stunned. Was this stinky beggar Lin Pingzhi really fated?
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