The System Let Me Go Fortune Telling

Host: Wu Jun.

Level: Level 32 Celestial Master.

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Upgrade task: Please sell intermediate health symbols to 2 people in need. Intermediate health symbols are 280,000 yuan, which can be upgraded to a 33-level celestial master after completion. The current progress is 02.

After seeing the upgrade mission this time, Wu Jun finally felt relieved.

Not only is it not difficult, it is not too simple.

Now that people have money, Life has a good life. Who doesn't want to live healthy and healthy. Those who are seriously ill, as long as they can be cured, not to mention spending 280,000 yuan, 2.8 million yuan is also willing to give it.

There are very few people who have a disease like Zou Hai and are too poor at home. In such a situation, Wu Jun would naturally not stand idly by.

If you can't give the cash, you can owe the bill, anyway he can afford it.

He believes that the family can make up enough money if they work together for a few years.

Of course, it depends on how the patients and their families choose between them. Some people think that spending so much money is not worthwhile, and some people won't believe him, so he can't force it.

When encountering a more extreme person like Zhang Licheng, he will also consider whether to make a move.

But these are all things to do, and I won’t be too late when I meet them.

The price of 280,000 intermediate health charms is 10 times that of the primary health charms, but I don’t know how effective it is.

"System, can this Fu completely cure Zou Hai's disease?"

"Does not."

Wu Jun frowned. This is an intermediate level, and Zou Hai's disease can't be cured, so what's the use?

"However, the intermediate health symbol can stabilize Zou Hai's condition for 3 months."

Wu Jun settled the bill.

Zou Hai’s expenses for him in three months are 360,000, and now he only needs 280,000. He saved money no matter what.

Moreover, the time limit can be maintained for three months at a time, so you can go out without worrying about falling apart.

So Zou Hai has reserved a quota, but where can he find the remaining quota?

Is it to launch a circle of friends, or go directly to the hospital, or just sit at home and wait for someone who is destined to do as before?

Speaking of sitting at home and waiting, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't opened the door for a long time.

This is not good and will disappoint the fans.

So let's go to the three-day shift first.

After all, this is New Year's Day. Everyone is celebrating all over the world, and he can't justify not going to work.

In the past three days, we have launched a circle of friends at the same time to see if anyone is sick.

But he doesn't think there is much hope. If everyone has such a person in the family, I'm afraid they will come to him long ago if they can't wait until now.

If no one comes in three days, he will take the initiative to attack.

By that time, he changed into an old white-bearded grandfather, and went to major hospitals. Maybe he would meet someone destined for him.

The last mission took too long. If you continue to delay this time, when will the seventh-level Feng Shui stone be made to turn the longevity fruit into a real longevity fruit, and then go after a girlfriend with confidence and boldness?

So he shouted at the gate: "Old cow, open the door to welcome the guests!"

"Okay."

Lao Niu banged open the small door on the front door and walked out carrying a sign.

"From now on, three days."

The meaning is simple and terrifying.

Before he could put the sign firmly, a woman carrying boots, swished and jumped in. Seventeen or eighteen followed her, and more people ran from nearby.

"Young people nowadays are so impatient." Old Niu shook his head, "queuing in line, this time is long enough!"

When the owner of the small shop in the distance heard that the master finally opened the door for a fortune-telling, he immediately took out the small book and happily made the phone call.

This time I have accumulated a lot of people, and I should be able to make a good profit!

The restaurants and farmhouses in the commercial area of ​​Wangzishan will soon welcome a large wave of guests.

The master is not bad. Being rich alone is not considered rich, but it must also lead everyone to get rich together.

Good people!

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When night fell, Wu Jun asked Zou Hai to come home.

Last time, his family had exerted a lot of effort on the Changshengguo thing, so giving him a middle-level health charm this time was a small benefit to him.

Although this benefit still costs money.

"Master, what is it for me?"

"Give you a health symbol."

"Isn't it time yet," Zou Hai asked a little strangely, "I remember it clearly, it's only due to Houtian."

"This time it's different," Wu Jun said as he took out the carving knife, "this time the talisman can be used for three months."

"real?"

Zou Hai was pleasantly surprised.

Three months, this is all right!

He had to engrave it once a week before, and he was really frightened.

I set a reminder on the phone calendar, circled all the calendars at home, and told Jiang Qi to remind him on time.

I was afraid that I had forgotten that day, and suddenly fell ill and fell on the street.

It's fine now, three months, only four times a year.

Does that mean that he can do a lot of things he wants to do?

"Thank you Master!"

"Don't be so polite," Wu Jun smiled, "You also know that I am just a few of your friends. If you have a good thing, you must first think about your needs."

"Being a friend of the master is the luckiest thing in Zou's life."

"fate."

Wu Jun said that he carved an intermediate health symbol on Zou Hai's arm.

After several months of cultivation, the use of the Heavenly Master's energy has reached the point of perfection, so there is no case of painting him a Qilin arm.

Feeling the effect of the new health charm, Zou Hai's heart was like a stone, and finally fell to the ground.

"What are you going to do?"

"Travel," said Zou Hai, "you know I have an employee who has helped me for a year, and he didn't give me any benefits."

Wu Jun twitched the corners of his mouth, and just said it if he wanted to pick up a girl.

But this is good news. It seems that this intermediate health symbol can not only control his condition, but also let him open up to chase love.

"By the way, is there anyone around you who is sick?" Wu Jun asked, "It's better to be seriously ill. There is no good way in the hospital."

Zou Hai thought for a while, then shook his head.

If there is such a person, he would have asked the master for help, so why wait till now.

After Zou Hai left, Wu Jun sent another round of news to Huang Geng and Su Mingyue, but the result was the same. Everyone was in good health.

For the next two days, there was still a long line of people who came to the fortune teller.

Wu Jun made a new piece of "Customer Information" and advertised himself in a large font, but it was useless. Everyone seemed to be blind collectively and could not see the words on this sign at all.

Is it so difficult to cure someone?

Wu Jun found that he had always been in this situation. He obviously wanted to help the world and relieve everyone's illness, but no one came to him for treatment.

The biggest deal was that Wei Han's boss brought a group of infertile friends, but it was only that time, and there has been no news since then.

He doesn't know what the reason is. He obviously has a third-level Feng Shui stone in his family. It stands to reason that there should be as many people who come to see the doctor as there are people who come for fortune-telling.

What is going wrong?

Is it true that tomorrow I really have to become a grandfather and take a trip to the major hospitals?

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Sitting behind the desk, Liu Huawei frowned and looked at the thick pile of reports in his hand.

After Zhang Licheng returned to the case, he explained everything very cooperatively, and admitted that some of the things in the previous period were planned and controlled by him alone.

It seems that the case is clear, everything is clear, and the culprit has been caught.

Everyone should be happy, but Liu Huawei couldn't be happy anyhow.

He is still wondering, can anyone really control others?

And there are still so many people, hundreds of them, and even tens of thousands on New Year's Day. This kind of thing sounds like a fantasy.

Even if he believes, and the report is delivered to it, will the leader believe it?

When submitted to the court, how will the judge make a judgment and on what basis?

The most important thing is that Zhang Licheng no longer has this ability, and it is impossible to prove it.

He knew that there would only be two results when this report was submitted.

First, he was scolded bloody by the leader, saying that he was full of nonsense, which was considered better.

The other is to attract the attention of the country, and then send someone to investigate, but no results can be found, and then he is still scolded bloody and hopeless for promotion. Maybe he will be downgraded at this age.

No matter which one it is, it is not what he wants to see.

But tampering with the case is even more contrary to his principles.

Headache.

Liu Huawei sighed long, unable to make a decision too late.

It's a pity that the old man is no longer good enough, otherwise he can still borrow his old man's wisdom.

Speaking of the old man, he hasn't visited him for a long time.

So he left the office and drove to a quiet neighborhood.

His old man, Liu Aiguo, is already 80 years old this year. A few years ago, he had a stroke and almost returned to the West. He spent a lot of effort to rescue him. As a result, he became confused and became Alzheimer's.

In the past few years, the physical condition has been worsening every day. The old wounds left on the battlefield in the south, coupled with the old age, the function of various organs in the body has failed.

In the words of the doctor, it is one more day.

It is absolutely impossible to get better.

The weather today is still very good, and my mother pushed the old man to bask in the garden of the community.

"Mom, how's dad doing?"

"What else?" My mother is also full of gray hair, but fortunately her hands and feet are still flexible. "It's like this every day. The doctor came yesterday and prescribed some Chinese medicine, and today I am going to boil it for him."

"Then you go and rest for a while," Liu Huawei said as he took the wheelchair, "I will push for a while."

"Don't go too long, it's windy outside."

Pushing Liu Aiguo, who was motionless, Liu Huawei walked around the community.

Although he knew he didn't understand, he told the old man about this time, as if this way he would have less pressure in his heart.

After Liu Aiguo heard this, he suddenly whispered: "Go to the master."

Liu Huawei was startled, and hurried to the wheelchair, looking at the old man in surprise.

"Dad, what did you just say?"

But Liu Aiguo was expressionless, half-squinted, his eyes still as apathetic as before.

Liu Huawei can't figure it out.

It stands to reason that the old man will not speak suddenly, since two years ago, he has not spoken!

But he can be sure that he really heard him say "Go to the master" just now. Could it be that he had hallucinations?

Or is there something guiding him in the dark?

So he pushed the old man home and called Qin Ruhai.

This time, the master and old monk couldn't help, so they should pay a visit.

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