A Taoist monk will become rich by writing novels in the future

Chapter 69: The price is as I shout
The two entered from Dade Lane, and all the shops inside were already open.

Some familiar people were sitting in the barbecue restaurant talking about something. When they saw Wen Qiao and Nian Chengfu walking in, Song Jin, who looked extremely wretched, was smoking a cigarette and said clearly to the other party: "That woman, newly moved." Come on, do you know..."

"I know! We will be neighbors from now on." Fang Mingyan said with a smile, thinking that Wen Qiao would do it in two days, Fang Mingyan was a little excited.

"Oh, I'm afraid you don't know yet, but that woman is here for me."

Song Jin even brought a big gold chain with him today. When he said this, he raised his head proudly and pinched it with his hands to shine the big gold chain.

At the same time, Wen Qiao's progress towards the villa was startled.

Behind him, Nian Chengfu was a little puzzled to see Wen Qiao not leaving.

"what happened?"

"nothing."

Wen Qiao answered, a cold light flashing across his eyes.

Wen Qiao drew a small talisman where Nian Chengfu couldn't see it. Then he grabbed it and flicked his fingertips, and the small talisman sank into Song Jin's body.It was a mold charm, usually used for pranks between monks, but it was not used casually. Today was just a lesson for that person, letting him know what it means to have trouble come from the mouth.

After doing all this, Wen Qiao said to Nian Chengfu: "Let's go."

The two walked towards the villa.

Over there, before Fang Mingyan could speak, Fang Muyan, who had always been silent, walked over and said, "Uncle Song, you are going too far. You still have to have some moral integrity as a person."

Song Jin's character is well known in Dexiang. Wen Qiao has ruined Song Jin's reputation as soon as he came to Song Jin. It's too much to say. Besides, Wen Qiao is a woman who has no power to restrain a chicken. If Wen Qiao is criticized, Fang Muyan was worried that her life would be ruined.

Seeing Fang Muyan speaking for Wen Qiao, Song Jin smiled evilly and said, "What? Are you attracted to that woman?"

Fang Muyan walked away angrily.

Song Jin smiled proudly and said to Fang Mingyan: "Old Ming, I will go back to check the store first."

Song Jin opened a small gold shop in Dexiang. The store's business was good and he was considered the richest person in Dexiang.

After Song Jin left, Fang Muyan came to Fang Mingyan and said coldly: "Stay away from this person..."

Fang Mingyan was a little confused: "Why?"

Fang Muyan moved the table out of the store and emphasized: "In short, stay away from him..."

Fang Mingyan wanted to say something else, but when he saw Fang Muyan's face turning cold, he opened his mouth and muttered: "Okay, just stay away..."

……

Nian Chengfu followed Wen Qiao into the villa. Wen Qiao took a bottle of mineral water he bought and threw it to Nian Chengfu.

"I haven't started moving things here yet, so I haven't boiled any tea, so let's just deal with it." Wen Qiao said, taking another bottle of mineral water, sitting on the sofa and drinking it.

Nian Chengfu glanced at the general layout of the living room and said, "This house is very nice. How much does it cost?"

Wen Qiao grinned and said, "Do you believe me when I say [-] yuan?"

Nian Chengfu: "!"

Wen Qiao explained: "This villa does cost 47 yuan. It's not expensive. What's more expensive is the landscape garden outside. Guess what, it's more than 48 billion. Adding here, the total is [-] billion..."

Thinking of that number, Wen Qiao felt his heart bleed.

48 billion!
That was a number that was out of reach for a poor person like her.

Nian Chengfu looked at Wen Qiao with his silent eyes. Seeing Wen Qiao's expression of pain, a trace of joy emerged from Nian Chengfu's heart.

"I heard that you can tell fortunes?" Nian Chengfu asked.

"If not, I can tell you the price." Wen Qiao's eyes were burning. She was short of money now. Although this house was for free, she was still poor in the end. She now dreams of being like her richest senior sister. Just like that, you can just throw away hundreds of millions without blinking an eye.

(The richest senior sister of a certain Joe: No, I didn’t blink. It was just that my heart hurt so much that I couldn’t breathe. And everything I did was for the sake of two words - face.)
"If you can tell fortunes, you should also be able to interpret dreams, right?"

"What are you trying to figure out?"

"I have been having a dream since I was a child. In the dream, a person who looked exactly like me stabbed me in the back..."

"..." "That dream made me feel uncomfortable and painful, and even made me so desperate that I wanted to cry."

"……and then."

"No more."

After Nian Chengfu finished speaking, he looked at Wen Qiao, his meaning was self-evident, and he wanted to help him interpret his dream.

Wen Qiao's expression condensed and he replied: "Everyone has a past life and a present life. If I am not mistaken, the dream showed your past life. You were killed in the previous life, and that person looked exactly like you. It is possible that Maybe he was your brother in the previous life."

Nian Chengfu looked at Wen Qiao quietly, then lowered his eyelids and asked, "Tell me, why do I still remember my previous life?"

Wen Qiao said: "Of course you have obsessions. If you have obsessions in your heart, you can't let go of this matter. If you let go of your obsessions, this dream will no longer haunt you..."

"What is...obsession."

Nian Chengfu was a little confused.

Wen Qiao answered him: "Obsession is something you have in mind that you can't let go of or forget. It takes root in your heart and grows until it leads you crazy."

Therefore, generally those who have obsessions either become madmen or are on the way to becoming madmen.

Nian Chengfu fell into deep thought.

he was thinking.

What is his obsession?
Also, in the previous life, why did that person who looked exactly like her kill her?
Thinking of that dream, Nian Chengfu subconsciously touched his chest, where there was a faint pain...

"200 yuan, small business, no credit."

Wen Qiao suddenly spoke and opened his hand to Nian Chengfu, his meaning self-evident.

Nian Chengfu had no choice but to take out a Future Coin with a face value of [-] from his pocket and handed it to Wen Qiao.

"Keep the change, please……."

"..."

"I'll come to you next time if something happens..." After a pause, Nian Chengfu added: "By the way, someone is looking for a bridge. It could be you!"

His words were filled with certainty.

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Why are you asking about me? And how do you know that I will be in heaven..."

Nian Chengfu: "Your pen name is also a bridge."

Wen Qiao also wanted to ask why he knew her name in Tianji, but Nian Chengfu directly told her that her pen name was also called a bridge!

Wen Qiao: “…….”

Nian Chengfu stood up and looked at the villa, and finally said to Wen Qiao: "Okay, I still have a lot of things to deal with, A Xu, I'll thank you for taking care of it..."

Wen Qiao: “…….”

No matter how I heard this, I felt weird.

It’s like a busy husband asking his wife to take good care of the children at home!

Wen Qiao shook his head.

It should be her illusion, definitely an illusion.

Nian Chengfu curled his lips, looked at the villa and said, "If you want to renovate your villa, you can come to me and I can help you design it." At the end, he added: "It's free..."

Wen Qiao's eyes lit up.

I like Nian Chengfu's last sentence no matter how I hear it.

　Phew~ I’ve been a little busy these past two days, rushing to finish the manuscript.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)