The gift of fate has already been marked with a secret price!
After Sun Daqiao made his name, he quickly established a foothold in Fengtian. He can choose tombs, build houses in Feng Shui, marry and have children, fortune and misfortune, fortune-telling, fortune-telling, physiognomy, plum blossoms in the Book of Changes, money tortoise shells... as long as it is related to fortune telling and Feng Shui. , there is nothing he can’t do.
In addition, he was once the master of Jinling County Grand Master, and he was very smooth-talking. He could talk about people and ghosts. He is easy to understand and can reach officials and nobles, as well as traders and pawns, so no one will be unconvinced by him.
As long as they met him on the road, everyone who received his favor would call him "Zhaye". It was at this time that he got the nickname "Zhetian Eye"!
It is impossible to know that God is blind and controls everything. Sun Daqiao is so powerful that even God cannot hide it from him. Instead, he is blinded and unable to see clearly the right and wrong and merits in this world.
This tone is so arrogant~
As for who can make him have such a loud voice, no one else has this ability. Only with his own support can he achieve such a great reputation. At his peak, Sun Daqiao's daily income was nearly 100 yuan. .
At that time, a courtyard house with a gate, a house, and a covered room in the inner city of Fengtian only cost only fifty yuan. His income for this day was as much as two courtyard houses. Of course, he could make money like this, and the place to live was certainly not like this. In a shabby place, as long as you are rich, you will definitely go to the commercial port.
It was originally a place for Chinese and foreign merchants to do business and live. The entire port imitated the urban planning of Britain, France and the United States, and built skyscrapers, department stores, parks, merchant streets, as well as charming neon dance halls, Western cinemas, restaurants and hotels, etc. Wait, it can be said that Fengtian is a metropolis.
Sun Daqiao lived in an apartment house near Fengtian Park in the commercial port area. There were dozens of servants and servants waiting at home. His friends were all the celebrities, rich gentry, and political officials of the time. When the governor came to tell fortunes, he had to follow his fortune telling. Things are done according to the rules. If you don't follow them, then you will go home without being accompanied.
Even the governor must praise him enthusiastically, and the other old and new aristocrats of Fengtian must welcome him with smiles. He must eat and drink with delicacies, travel in luxury foreign cars, and be a guest at banquets. He has even become a frequent visitor to the New Territories Parade Hall.
At this time, he was immersed in the joy of success and fame. One day, he would be so famous and rich that he would bully the whole world and not everyone would notice. He would have the arrogance of a fortune-telling king.
Such a person originally had no obsession with marrying a wife and having children, but the appearance of a woman gradually made him change his mind and start thinking about starting a family.
This woman is Ling Lufang, the leading dancer of the Parade Hall, whose stage name is Thyme!
Thyme, as the name suggests, looks like a flower, is charming and affectionate, is delicate and delicate, speaks with the accent of Jiangnan ancestral home, is gentle and gentle, and is completely different from the local tiger ladies who talk like firecrackers.
In recent years, with her graceful singing voice, beautiful face, and charming charm, she has become the leader of the Parade Hall.
This card is not because others are not as good as her. The girls in the Parade are not that ordinary. Anyone can become a movie star by herself.
Thyme can become the leader, so you can imagine what kind of fairy she is. Even if the fairy daughter falls from the sky, she will be ashamed.
He should be such a banished immortal, able to win the eyes of the arrogant Sun Daqiao.
On that day, the Baile Hall was filled with guests and was resplendent.
Thyme is wearing a graceful long dress, her plump curves are completely outlined by the white gauze skirt, countless crystal beads are swaying and falling, shining like stars as she waves, her beautiful red lips are lightly opened, and the graceful singing voice is rippling from the microphone, behind her The backup dancers held up their flamingo red dresses and danced hotly.
Among the blooming flowers, thyme is like being in the red and pink waves, like wild lilies blooming alone in the wind, which is unforgettable.
After the song was over, the whole house naturally cheered, and some spectators threw money and money, just to see her.
Thyme didn't like such a rich man very much. After all, whoever could get here without a lot of money could make him see that he was not covered in silk but full of knowledge.
The owner of the Parade Hall told her that you can't be petty anymore today. All the people here are well-known and famous people. They come all the way to watch your performance. At least you can say hello and propose a drink.
Seeing the manager's insistence, she could only reluctantly come to the audience and let the manager make her smile and pretend to be a snake.
When she saw these people, Thyme just felt nauseous. These fat-bellied and fat-headed officials were all bad people. They occasionally had physical contact during the toast, which made her feel as if she had been licked by a dog!
When it was the turn of the last person to toast, the person suddenly put down his wine glass and retreated: "I saw that Miss Thyme had also drank a lot. I will drink tea instead of wine for my cup. You can also drink some tea to sober up, but Qian Qian... Don’t hurt your stomach.”
These words seemed so considerate and gentle among the beasts who drank from her.
Ren Thyme was used to seeing wind and rain, so she couldn't help but let go of her arrogance and look at the source of the sound.
This person is none other than Sun Daqiao, the newly popular upstart, Master Zhe!
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