"Zhuge Qing, you go home first!"

Zhuge Qing looked at Chen Dong squatting in front of the old man and muttered in confusion: "Street liar, Mr. Chen still believes this?"

"Old man, why don't you go home so late?"

Chen Dong squatted in front of the old man.

The old man's face is covered with ridges and age spots, and even the bags under his eyes are droopy. He is old and twilight.

He grinned, showing only a few yellowed teeth, and muttered: "It's okay, my son and wife are both dead, and there is a baby at home who is waiting for money to save his life and support him. If he stays here a little longer, he can earn more."

, it’s also good. Sir, do you tell fortunes? If it doesn’t work, you don’t need money.”

Chen Dong was stunned. The old man's few words made him feel very blocked.

He rubbed his nose, ignored the rain on the ground, sat cross-legged on the ground, let the rain wet his whole body, and smiled jokingly.

"Then old man, have you considered what happened to you?"

The old man was startled, lowered his head and smiled bitterly.

"Old man, help me with your fortune telling that my wife and children will be safe!"

"Okay, okay!"

As the old man started to make predictions, Chen Dong's eyes became filled with anticipation.

He doesn't believe in these things, but people need these things to help them at some point!

When the first hexagram came out, the smile on the old man's face disappeared.

Chen Dong was also startled for a moment and had some guesses in his mind, but he still waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, old man, just tell me."

He knew that street fortune-telling was a psychological game, but this old man was so honest that no one else would tell him the truth as soon as he met him.

He never considered whether what the old man said was good or bad...then again!

He needs that good one!

"Ominous!" the old man said in embarrassment.

"Continue!" Chen Dong said.

The old man was stunned for a moment: "Sir, one hexagram means one dollar. I am so old and I can't fool you."

"It's okay, continue."

The second hexagram.

"fierce!"

"It's okay, keep going!"

The third hexagram.

"fierce!"

"Old man, let's do the divination again!"

…

The night is getting darker and the rain is pouring.

There was no one else around in this small square, and only the light of street lights was left, covering Chen Dong and the old man.

The two voices also sounded alternately.

As time passed, the sound of divination continued, and so did the voices of the two people.

It went like this until the rain subsided and the sky turned white.

"Ferocious!" the old man spat out one word tiredly.

Chen Dong's back was hunched, his eyes were dim, his face covered with rainwater was extremely lonely and dejected, and his whole person fell into a sluggish state.

"Sir, this is already three thousand hexagrams, does it still count?"

The old man braced himself and asked tentatively.

"Ah……"

Chen Dong laughed. Although he was laughing, it was uglier than crying. His sorrow, pain, and despair were vented. He shook his head and waved his hands: "That's it, that's it... Three thousand hexagrams in one night, all of them are bad.

Haha...hahaha..."

Chen Dong covered his face with his right hand, raised his head and laughed, stood up unsteadily, and staggered towards the distance: "That's all, I don't believe it, I... just don't believe it!"

Looking at Chen Dong walking away, the old man was stunned.

He could hear the strong despair and unwillingness in that laughter.

Just as the old man lowered his head inadvertently, a bank card came into view.

The laughter in the distance suddenly stopped, and a firm voice came: "The money in Kali is enough for your three thousand hexagrams. Old man...have you calculated that these three thousand hexagrams cost me three thousand hexagrams?"
Chapter completed!