Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 307
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Yang Zimei reluctantly sent away Taoist Priest Yuqing who insisted on going back to the mountains.

She came to Song Xuan's Moxuan to meet the guests who had made an appointment.

This guest was an office director in the city named Huang Jian. When Yang Zimei saw him for the first time, he felt a certain disgust towards him.

This person's congenital face was quite good, but it gradually became crooked, and at first glance, he had a utilitarian face of flattering and bullying.

As soon as he saw Yang Zimei, he talked endlessly about the troubles he had encountered. The general meaning was that the house he bought was obviously well-feng shui, and the neighbors were constantly promoted and made a fortune, but he has been stagnant. Before, even facing the danger of being suppressed.

He couldn't understand why, and wondered if his family's evil spirit had affected Feng Shui, which caused him to be like this.

Yang Zimei frowned slightly, listening to him finish the long conversation while spewing spittle.

For such a person, she really didn't want to help him.

But out of professional ethics and integrity, since I opened the door to do business, I can only refuse anyone who comes.

She followed him to the front of the residential building where he lived.

I have to say that the Fengshui location of this whole building is extremely good, and the builder should have found a Fengshui master to set up the formation, so the whole building is very auspicious.

It stands to reason that the residents living here should be relatively smooth.

She followed Huang Jian up to the seventh floor where he was.

This building was developed and built by Huang Jian's brother-in-law, so the floor with the best Fengshui location and the best location was reserved for him.

However, as soon as Yang Zimei entered his home, he immediately felt that the room was turbid and chaotic, the air mechanism was dead, and Feng Shui had failed.

She looked around and found that all the home decorations were extremely good, and there was nothing inconsistent with Feng Shui.

She looked around suspiciously, unable to understand why there was such an inexplicable decline in Feng Shui.

Just as she was thinking about it, an old lady about 80 years old, dressed in shabby clothes and trembling with a cane that was basically a broom handle, came out of the room near the bathroom with a pale face and dim eyes, looking at Huang Jian The look in the eyes is a bit cringe.

Yang Zimei noticed that her crotch was wet, and the smell of urine came out. It seemed that she had lost control of her urine.

As soon as Huang Jian saw her, his face turned black immediately, and he cursed in disgust: "You old man, you can't even go to the toilet after peeing, you might as well die, don't fucking embarrass yourself in front of my guests. "

"She is?"

Seeing him scolding the old lady so violently, Yang Zimei asked later.

"She's my mother, she's a bit demented, she's incontinent, she's so annoying." After Huang Jian finished speaking, he smiled at her again and said, "Master Yang, you're laughing."

Yang Zimei kept a straight face and did not speak.

At this time, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman with a slightly obese figure and a girl about 15 years old came in.

As soon as the middle-aged woman saw the old lady, she immediately started cursing, saying that she was old and dirty, and that old dirt would come out as soon as she blurted out, while the young girl even went to drag the old lady into the room, and then slammed the door, with a look on her face. He said disgustedly, "It's so dirty, and it's still running around, it's going to be a disaster at home."

Looking at all this, Yang Zimei clenched her fist slightly.

Just now, she looked into the room where the old lady lived, and saw a low broken table with half a bowl of rice on it, the floor was dirty, and the bed was like a garbage dump, messy and wet.

(End of this chapter)