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Chapter 453 Mysterious Power from the East

"Dad, I'm so nervous."

Zhang Zhong hugged his daughter in his arms, not to mention, this girl is really heavy now.

"You performed very well. Just now, many uncles and aunts said that you sing well."

"Really?" Pengpeng scratched his head, "But I think I still have a lot of room for improvement."

"It's good to have room for improvement. Let's go, let's go to dinner. What do you want to eat today?"

"I want to eat ice cream, Dad, didn't you say that you can eat ice cream in June?"

Zhang Zhong patted his forehead, secretly thinking that the girl is getting more and more difficult to fool.

The weather in Jiangyang is relatively hot in May, and the ice cream in the supermarket has already been on the shelves. Peng Peng wants to eat it when he sees it. Zhang Zhong fooled her into saying that ice cream would not be available until June.

Zhang Zhong didn't expect that Peng Peng had been thinking about this all the time, and this was the first day of June, and he started to ask for ice cream.

"Let's talk about it after the ice cream. Let's eat something that will fill our stomachs first," Zhang Zhong said.

"Ice cream can also fill your stomach." Pengpeng argued.

Zhang Zhong shook his head helplessly, "Okay, but we have agreed that we can only eat one ice cream a week. If you have eaten it today, you can't eat it again this week."

"Too little, Dad."

Zhang Chong thought for a while, with a troubled expression on his face, "That's fine, I'll give you four sticks a month."

Pengpeng looked at Zhang Zhong, her eyes rolled, and Zhang Zhong guessed that she was probably calculating in her mind whether eating four sticks a month or eating one stick a week would be more.

"Okay, don't forget it, it's settled like this, if you perform well, I can give you more."

"Okay, but we have agreed, I must eat the ice cream that is as big as a big torch, not the small one." .

The big torch is an ordinary ice cream cone that she usually eats, and it is medium to large in size.

"Okay, I will definitely not give you a small ice cream."

Xu Yuhan watched the father and daughter negotiating, and laughed a little, "Have you been fooled by her before? Why is this girl so smart?"

"She's just a foodie, let's go, I'm hungry after watching the show for half a day."

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"Boss, I made an appointment with Affleck for you at the Findiles Hotel, which is not far from here. What time do we leave?" Chen Qing looked at his watch with tired eyes.

Zhang Zhong teased him and said, "I told you to sleep more on the plane, you don't do it, you know you are sleepy now."

"I'm fine, just carry it for a few more hours."

Because of the jet lag, Chen Qing doesn't dare to sleep now, and wants to stay up until night before going to sleep.

"If you didn't fall upside down on the plane, don't fall hard. Sleep when you are sleepy and get enough energy. Go to sleep, I'll go out for a walk."

"How can this be, I will accompany you out."

Zhang Zhong waved his hand and said, "I'm not a three-year-old child, I need you to accompany me when I go out."

Chen Qing hesitated, "Then shall I arrange two entourages for you?"

"Don't worry, the rich area is still quite safe."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Zhong went out. In fact, the law and order here is very good. This is the case in the United States. Where rich people gather, the law and order are extremely good. If you lose something, you may be able to find it in a short time. As for the poor In the district, it is not bad if the police don't cheat and eat gangsters.

Zhang Chong came out just to hang out, he got a good night's sleep on the plane, the jet lag has reversed, and now he is full of energy.

Walking and walking to a street that looks a bit mysterious, at a glance, it is full of various fortune-telling restaurants.

Some stores are relatively large, like some astrological tarot cards, and some small restaurants, Chinese and English are mixed, and they seem to come from the mysterious power of the East.

Some set up a stall directly in front of the store.

Zhang Zhong saw several blond and blue-eyed foreigners gathered in front of a stall.

And those surrounded in the middle looked like Asians, and looking at the flags with Chinese characters written on his stall, they should be Chinese.

Zhang Zhong walked over curiously, and as soon as he approached, he heard the black-haired man say in English, "Your life has fire in it. In Chinese mysticism, it means that you have a strong vitality and are prone to impulsiveness." , but you are more forthright and generous, generally speaking, there are advantages and disadvantages."

The English pronunciation of this black-haired fortune-teller sounded a bit strange to Zhang Chong. He didn't look like a Chinese, but a Korean.

And what he said was not fortune-telling at all.

"Amazing, amazing, you are really accurate." The young man whose fortune was being told gave a thumbs up, expressing his admiration.

"But..." The fortune teller suddenly frowned, "You should have had a big disaster recently."

The young man was startled, "What disaster?"

"This is a secret that belongs to our fortune tellers. I can't tell you easily, or I will lose my life."

The more he heard him say that, the more anxious the young man became, "Sir, please help me."

The fortune teller put on airs for a while, and said, "Forget it, I have a great destiny with you today, how about this, although I can't tell you what disaster will happen, but I will give you something that can eliminate the disaster."

As he spoke, he took out a small pendant from his bosom. Zhang Chong's eyes were sharp, and he saw at a glance that it was a wooden Maitreya Buddha.

The young man's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to get it, but the fortune teller put the pendant back, "I finally got this thing, and it cost me a hundred dollars."

Hearing one hundred dollars, the young man's hand paused.

"But you and I are destined, so I'll sell it to you at the original price."

After hearing the money, the young man hesitated. After all, one hundred dollars is not too much, but it is not too little.

Seeing the young man's hesitation, the fortune teller put the hanger back into his arms, waved his hands and said, "Go, I can't save you."

The young man couldn't stand his intimidation, and said quickly, "I'll buy it, I'll buy it."

After finishing speaking, he took out a hundred dollars.

The whole process happened very quickly. Zhang Zhong watched it interestingly, but he didn't go close, just watched from the side.

After the young man left, other people came to tell the fortune. After about 5 minutes, the young man went back and forth, and he appeared again with messy hair. As soon as he came, he held the fortune teller's hand: "Thank you, thank you , thank you for helping me eliminate the disaster. Just now when I was crossing the road, a car rushed over and almost hit me. If it wasn't for the sudden heat of this god that kept me from going forward, I would be dead now .”

After speaking, he also took out a lot of money to the fortune teller, "Sir, do you still have this fetish? If so, please sell me some more..."

(End of this chapter)