Chapter 83

Tang Zhendong had a very pleasant conversation with the owner of the spicy hot pot shop. Perhaps, as the owner of the spicy hot pot shop said, he had an urgent matter at home and was eager to sell the shop.

Tang Zhendong and Old Ye were about to sign a contract with the owner of the spicy hot pot shop and had also invited the real landlord to be a witness. After all, those signing the transfer contract were just tenants.

When Tang Zhendong saw the real landlord, he noticed a look of distress on his face. Moreover, the color of his parents' palace in the yuejiao (a part of the face used in face reading) was dark, indicating that he might have a serious illness. Specifically, the left yuejiao was damaged, a sign of a deceased father, while the right yuejiao was dark, clearly indicating that his mother had a serious illness.

After the contract was signed and the money exchanged, the owner of the spicy hot pot shop started to pack up, preparing to sell the simple tables and chairs inside. Tang Zhendong said to the landlord, "Brother, you don't look too good?"

"Don't mention it. Sigh, I've had a lot of things lately. My daughter just got into college, and the old folks at home are not in good health. I have a lot of worries. By the way, what are you planning to do with the rental?"

"I and my master are planning to open a shop for naming and fortune-telling. Haha, Brother, you can introduce some friends to try it out."

"Oh? Then why don't you give me a reading?" The landlord became interested. Free fortune-telling, just for fun.

"Haha, this thing, it works if you believe in it, and it doesn't if you don't. Brother, your mother is getting old, so you should take her to the hospital for regular check-ups."

Tang Zhendong and Old Ye left, and the landlord suddenly realized: I didn't say which of my parents was sick, so how did he know it was my mother?

The landlord was puzzled and kept thinking about it on his way back.

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"Alright, we've upgraded from being street fortune-tellers to having our own place. Let's go have a drink to celebrate."

Old Ye was quite satisfied. He had been running a stall for five or six years, enduring the wind and rain. He had always wanted to be like a master, sitting in a comfortable office and receiving visitors. However, the rent, utilities, and other expenses were significant, whereas running a stall outside had no costs, and he earned whatever he could.

Since partnering with Tang Zhendong, in just a few days, they had made as much money as he would have made in two years of running a stall. This made Old Ye feel that his good luck had finally arrived.

However, Old Ye was not a fool. He knew it wasn't his luck but rather the young man, Tang Zhendong, who had real talent. Whether or not his fortune-telling was accurate, his knowledge and insight were far superior to his own.

Now, Old Ye was less inclined to think. In the past, he relied on his brain and eyes when running a stall, but now his brain had almost degenerated. He no longer needed to quickly analyze a person's character and predict their behavior.

Now, Old Ye was more willing to let Tang Zhendong take the lead, using his rich knowledge of feng shui to solve problems. Analyzing a person's character was a minor skill, but feng shui and physiognomy were the major ones.

During this time, Old Ye felt as if he was walking on a golden path with Tang Zhendong.

"Haha, forget it, forget it. After our shop opens, we can drink every day. Haha, remember to have our daughter cook for us." Tang Zhendong thought of his "adopted" daughter and found it amusing. He was only a few years older than Ye Xian, perhaps three or four years, but since he and Old Ye were of the same generation, Ye Xian became his junior.

"I'm going to the newspaper office to find my girlfriend. I want to give her a gift."

When Old Ye heard about Tang Zhendong's girlfriend, he suddenly lost interest. He remembered the joke Tang Zhendong made when they were running a stall together: asking him to be a son-in-law. At the time, he flatly refused. Old Ye admitted that he had misjudged Tang Zhendong, and this was the first time in his fifty years of life that he had made such a serious mistake.

Tang Zhendong had become increasingly difficult to understand.

Initially, Old Ye only saw Tang Zhendong as a fruit vendor, thinking it was a waste for such a big, strong young man to not learn a skill and instead run a half-dead fruit stall.

Old Ye admitted that although he often looked for excellent young men for his daughter, Tang Zhendong, despite being good-looking, never caught his eye. He preferred to treat Tang Zhendong as a hardworking friend.

However, Tang Zhendong's recent actions had left Old Ye utterly amazed. First, he quietly cured his wife Huang Xiuqin's illness, which, though not fully healed, was getting better day by day. Then, he cured the illness of the former coal company employee, Old Li. The day before, when Tang Zhendong went to Kongtong Island, Old Li and his wife Wang Cuifeng came to thank him, saying that Old Li could now eat and sleep well and was in great spirits.

Next, he solved the problem with the flower shop owner Wu Kun. Although they didn't go back to Wu Kun's shop to check on his business, it was clear that things were going well, as Wu Kun would have come to them if it wasn't.

Then there was the issue with the Qian family's mansion. Tang Zhendong immediately identified the problem and even claimed he could cure the soul-losing illness that the hospital was helpless with, which left Old Ye speechless.

Not to mention, Tang Zhendong's broad knowledge often revealed itself unexpectedly. A string of prayer beads he had was offered two million yuan by an elderly man with a sage-like appearance, who even said it could be negotiated. This was beyond Old Ye's comprehension.

Regret, regret for not agreeing to Tang Zhendong's proposal to be a son-in-law. Old Ye was good at judging people: Tang Zhendong was definitely a man of integrity and responsibility, and he would never go back on his word.

Unfortunately, he now had a girlfriend, and by Old Ye's judgment, she was either wealthy or noble, as she exuded a kind of grace that Old Ye couldn't describe. This grace did not diminish because of her approachability; rather, it highlighted her warmth.

Beautiful, truly beautiful, perhaps only such a beauty could match Tang Zhendong!

Old Ye shook his head and took a bus to the Haicheng decoration materials market. He took advantage of Tang Zhendong's visit to his girlfriend to buy some decoration materials and office furniture.

Unconsciously, Old Ye had taken on the role of a steward. Facing such a talented person as Tang Zhendong, Old Ye had no confidence in being a master. Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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