The Millennium After Dying Young Chapter 33: Sorry, it’s a bit hard to start

At the end of the street, a Buick drove in slowly, and finally stopped at the entrance of the Food City.

Two people got in and out of the car.

The driver was a young man wearing a gray jacket, with an unremarkable appearance. After getting out of the car, he quickly opened the rear door and helped an old man out.

The old man was about sixty years old, with a haggard appearance and a hunchbacked figure. He leaned on a crutch in his shriveled hand.

He was wearing an oversized suit, so the whole person looked particularly baggy, which looked weird.

With the support of the driver, the old man walked into the food city step by step. Many people avoided seeing this scene, as if they were afraid of bumping into Pengci.

Xu Le walked over with the old Taoist.

On the way, the old man said with a hippie smile, "Master, who do you think is Fan Zhouyi?"

Xu Le said: "The old one."

The old man was stunned for a moment and said, "Fuck? How do you know?"

Xu Le didn't speak, and walked forward on his own.

The old man was not forgiving, and he chased Xu Le and continued to ask: "Master, how did you guess it?"

If you don't ask why today, the old man will probably get a heart attack.

He had always vowed to surprise Xu Le before, but he gave the correct answer casually without even raising his eyelids.

This is absolutely stupid, right?

Xu Le was so annoyed by the quarrel that he finally pointed out a finger: "First, if it was so easy to guess, you wouldn't ask me to guess, right? So just reverse the way of thinking a little bit."

The old man opened his mouth.

So, did you expose yourself?

Xu Le continued: "Secondly, look at the faces of these merchants who are eager to make people die quickly. They are all looking at the old man, not the driver, which is already explaining the problem."

The old man took a deep breath: "Have you noticed this?"

Xu Le ignored him, and stretched out another finger: "The third."

"There's a third one?" The old man was startled.

"Third, I made up the above two points. Look at the old man's badge, which says, CEO of Jiangcheng Food City: Fan Zhouyi."

The old man was dumbfounded.

Damn it!

Master, you are very happy, aren't you? !

The old Taoist followed Xu Le into the gourmet city while complaining crazily.

At this time, there were almost no customers in the store, and the waiters were busy serving dishes.

The driver supported the old man and walked in through the side door, which was about to close.

The old Taoist said quickly: "Fan Zhouyi!"

The old man and the driver stopped at the same time, the old man turned around and looked at the old man with a blank face: "You called me?"

He was panting as he spoke, as if he was about to die.

Old Dao and Xu Le walked over, the driver took a step forward and stood in front of them, acting like a bodyguard. The two of them didn't force their way, Xu Le signaled the old man to negotiate with his eyes.

The old man understood, stroked his beard and muttered: "Poverty Niu Datong, I wonder if Boss Fan has ever heard of my name?"

The old man thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know!"

Xu Le turned his head to one side.

The old Taoist felt that he couldn't hold back his face, so he coughed dryly: "It's okay! The poor Taoist has always had a breeze in his sleeves, and he has never valued such things as reputation!"

"It's just a poor way of traveling around the world, and I have a lot of research on Fengshui. Passing by here, seeing that Boss Fan lives in a treasured place without knowing the essence, I can't help feeling sad. I would like to give you some advice. Boss Fan, would you like to listen? Safekeeping will make you rich and rich, and you will have more money every year!"

Hearing this, Fan Zhouyi frowned, and the old man also smiled.

"Thank you Taoist for your kindness, but I am very satisfied with the status quo, so there is no need to change Feng Shui. Goodbye." After saying that, he turned and left.

The experienced smile froze on his face.

The driver gestured to the two of them to leave.

The old man looked at Xu Le as if asking for help: "What should I do, Master?"

Xu Le didn't even look at him, turned around and smiled at Fan Zhouyi's back: "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it? For example, wealth and so on?"

Fan Zhouyi paused again, turned his head, and looked at Xu Le in surprise: "What exactly do you want to talk about?"

"Talk about this gourmet city, talk about the feng shui here, and talk about you, Mr. Fan, who is obviously not yet forty years old, but old-fashioned, how about?"

Fan Zhouyi narrowed his eyes and looked at Xu Le with a bad expression: "You know a lot?"

Xu Le didn't say a word, and the old man made up the knife in time: "He is my master!"

"Oh?" Fan Zhouyi was stunned for a moment: "All right, you come with me."

"President Fan, this..." The driver hesitated to speak, but was interrupted by Fan Zhouyi.

"It's okay, let them come."

A group of four passed through the side door and soon came to the office.

Fan Zhouyi's office is not too big, but it is relatively simple and clean.

The old man is a very discerning person. As soon as he entered the door, he led Xu Le to sit on the sofa, and then made Xu Le a cup of tea, as if entertaining a distinguished guest.

Xu Le took a sip and exclaimed, "The tea is good!"

"As long as the master likes it!" The old man said modestly.

The corners of Fan Zhouyi's mouth twitched uncontrollably several times. You two, do you think this is your own home?

Could you take care of me, the host, for a little bit?

Fan Zhouyi was distressed and depressed, and made up his mind that if these two guys can't come up with anything in a while, they will definitely be overwhelmed and walk around!

After sitting down with the help of the driver, Fan Zhouyi cleared his throat.

"You two, just cut to the chase with what you want to say."

Xu Le signaled the old Taoist to say.

With the lessons learned from the past, the old man no longer dared to pretend to be aggressive, and said bluntly: "Let's talk about your five ghosts' fortune-telling skills!"

"Five ghosts luck, what are you talking about, Daoist?" Fan Zhouyi looked puzzled.

The old Taoist laughed: "President Fan, it's been a while, so let's make it clear that people don't talk dark words? The fact that you used the five ghosts' luck to absorb the wealth of the whole street, Master and I have already Find out."

"Daoist, if you want to discuss business with me, Fan, you are very welcome. But what do you want to slander me?"

The driver reminded: "Five ghosts are lucky."

"Oh yes, that's it. If you guys want to continue talking to me, I don't think there's any need for us to talk anymore. Xiao Zhu, let's see off the guests!" Fan Zhouyi turned his head away after finishing speaking, Obviously don't want to speak any more

The driver walked up to the two of them and made a please gesture to the door.

The old man subconsciously stood up.

Xu Le didn't move at all, but took another sip of tea slowly.

The driver's face darkened a little, and he was about to speak, but Xu Le straightened his clothes and stood up.

"Since Mr. Fan wants to continue living the life of an elderly person, there is really no need to talk about it."

Fan Zhouyi's body trembled.

The driver said firmly: "Don't say these things are useless, let's go, don't make things difficult for me!"

Xu Le nodded, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned back.

"Why are you back again?" The driver glared.

Xu Le said: "Oh, that's right. I suddenly remembered that Mr. Fan was right. We made a mistake. This is indeed not the fortune of the five ghosts."

The old man looked at Xu Le in surprise, as if he couldn't understand why he said that.

Xu Le continued: "I don't really have much experience in formations and the like, but I can roughly guess that this should be a new formation based on the Five Ghosts' Lucky Fortune, but its effect is probably based on Health is in exchange for wealth, am I right, Mr. Fan?"

Fan Zhouyi suddenly raised his head and looked at Xu Le with shock in his eyes.

"What are you talking about, did you hear me telling you to leave quickly?" The driver had an angry look on his face, and he was about to make another move, so he was stopped by Fan Zhouyi,

"Let him talk!"

The driver gave him a surprised look, but after all he didn't dare to speak again, nodded, and stood outside the door.

Fan Zhouyi took a deep breath: "Go on, tell me, how did you find out?"

Xu Le smiled: "Guess."

"Guess?"

"It's easy to understand if I think about it in another way. If I were the owner of those shops, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to eat when there was no business, but their spirits are getting better every day. One or two can be understood. For a good mentality, but it’s all like this, do you think it’s reasonable?”

"Unreasonable." Fan Zhouyi shook his head.

"Then I saw your photo again in the morning, and it was hard to believe that it was what you looked like two years ago, or in other words, half a year ago, you were still so young, and after coming here, you quickly aged Already."

Xu Le continued: "Combining with the booming business here and the paper figurines that appeared in the early morning, it's not surprising to come up with these ideas."

After listening to the old Taoist, he suddenly realized.

If it was the Five Ghosts Lucky Fortune that would make people age quickly, it would have been listed as a forbidden curse long ago. It seems that it is really not.

Fan Zhouyi looked at Xu Le sincerely: "You can see the paper figurine, which means you are not an ordinary person. Can you...can you help me?" He pointed to his wrinkled face, meaning Very clear.

No one can understand the pain of watching yourself rapidly aging and unable to change day by day.

The old Taoist said: "Can't you turn off the formation?"

Fan Zhouyi smiled wryly and shook his head: "You think I haven't tried it? It's useless. Once this formation is activated, it won't be able to be closed until the user runs out of oil and the lamp runs out."

The old man looked at him in astonishment, as if he couldn't understand the reason why he worked so hard to make money.

Fan Zhouyi knew what he meant, and said melancholy: "Do you think I think so? But before using it, no one told me this is the case!"

The old Taoist asked: "Who taught you this spell?"

"No one taught me." Fan Zhouyi shook his head: "I picked it up on the mountain with Xiao Zhu, right Xiao... eh? Where is Xiao Zhu?"

Fan Zhouyi looked left and right but saw no one, suddenly realized something, and his voice trembled: "Could it be that he hurt me?"

The old man asked stupidly: "Who is he?"

As the voice fell, a black shadow "whoosh" flew in, and a man fell to the ground violently, smashing all the potted plants placed next to him, and in an instant, there was a non-stop tinkling.

"Ahhh..."

The man hugged his right leg and kept crying, rolling around, snot and tears dripping all over the floor, and the leather jacket was soon covered with dust.

After seeing this man's appearance clearly, both Lao Dao and Fan Zhouyi were taken aback: "Little Zhu?"

The man on the ground is the driver Xiao Zhu.

But at this moment, he didn't have the strength to speak, and kept screaming while holding his legs.

Fan Zhouyi was in a hurry and was about to make a call when a voice came from outside the house.

"If you tell him not to run away, he won't listen, he will have to break his leg, and his hands are a bit heavy, I'm sorry, Mr. Fan."

Fan Zhouyi's heart shuddered, and the movements of his hands stopped.

Following the sound, I saw Xu Le, who looked like a normal person, was slowly walking in from outside the house.

He stopped in front of Xiao Zhu, and slowly squatted down.

"Now, explain your formation."