The sky, the hotel.

Xue Zhao just got off the plane and was packing his luggage in the room. There was a poke next to him, a little younger than him, and he said, "I've made an appointment, brother, and I'll be here soon."

"The smallpox that blows on your phone, is this person reliable?" He asked.

"Well, don't you believe me? I'm the most annoyed with these things, but this one is really capable. The last time we met, I haven't done anything yet. They clicked and said, eight or nine. Stay close to ten. "

"Oh, people may have figured out the bottom of your house. Where can I put it on my face and make a ghost?" Xue Zhao laughed.

"That said, I can find others for fate ..."

The man was a little anxious, and said, "Even if he figured me out, I can't know you, right? When the two of you see each other, it's a **** or a horse."

"That's true, too." He nodded.

This man is Chen Yu, his friend, or a business family attached to the Xue family. The Chen family is doing business in Shengtian, and its status is comparable to that of the Zeng family, but its business scope is relatively unpopular and there are not many contacts.

The Xue family is a tycoon in Beijing. This family is very low-key, and ordinary people rarely understand it, so Chen Yu said the above.

Xue Zhao had a lot of luggage, and he was busy for a while before finishing. Just put on clothes and shoes. In the end, he came out with a portable rice cooker and a pocket of rice.

Chen Yu was startled and asked, "Brother, how have you recently learned cooking?"

"What is cooking? I have a bad stomach, and the doctor said that drinking porridge to raise it would not be a problem anyway."

Xue Zhao threw the rice cooker on the table, and seemed to put his pockets casually. The bag was naturally Lingmi, and he had been eating it for four or five days, one bowl of gruel every day.

It is indeed a godsend, and he obviously felt that his energy had become sufficient, his sleep was sound, his morning berber was normal, and his mood was widened.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong!"

At this moment, when he suddenly heard the phone, Chen Yu picked it up and asked, "I'm about to arrive, I'll let him come up?"

"Let's go down." Xue Zhao thought about it.

"it is good."

Chen Yu said a few more words before hanging up and following the two out.

The floor where he lived was quite high. On the 15th floor, the two took the elevator down, and Xue Zhao's expression was always delicate.

Since there is such a thing as aura in the world, after spreading inside the nobles, each family has been doing one thing secretly: using the power below to find folk masters all over the world.

It is said that there are more than 50,000 Taoist priests in the country, and each file is held by the government. In the current environment, it is a national strategy for the government to concentrate resources and cultivate uniformly. The families have not had the guts and strength to come to secretly make a ghost.

So they backed off and turned to the people.

Since ancient times, there has always been a kind of recognition that folks have hidden dragons and crouched tigers. As a result, fortune-telling, fortune-telling, renaissance, and so on, have become extremely popular.

Although 99% of them are scammers, but only with a 1% chance, every family will break their heads. Besides, Xue Zhao has heard that some of the big giants in Beijing have indeed been found, and they really have the ability.

...

The first floor of the hotel, the cafe.

As soon as Xue Zhao arrived downstairs, he met someone. The man was in his fifties, wearing ordinary short-sleeved thin pants and stepping on a pair of cloth shoes. At first glance, it looks like an old accountant in a factory that is about to retire.

But looking at his face, he saw something extraordinary: the distance between this person's eyebrows and eyebrows was much larger than that of ordinary people, his nose was straight and his lips were thick.

The combination of these five features is ugly in the first reaction, but if you look at it a few more times, you feel that it has a very special temperament.

"This is Li Daoyu, this is my friend, come and sit."

Chen Yu didn't mention Xue Zhao's name, greeted the two to sit down, and called for some dried tea.

Xue Zhao was very interested, and he asked, "Mr. Li, are you in the door?"

"I have no teacher and no school, it is an ancestor." Li Daoyu laughed.

"Oh, Xiao Chen praises you so much, then I take the liberty, what will you do?" He said directly.

"I know something very complicated, I wonder what you want to see?" The other party was very calm.

"Oh? Then how do you look at me?"

"can."

Li Daoyu put his eyelids down and looked at him for half a minute. Fang said: "I see that your head is short, the eyes are clear and clear, the eyebrows are wide and long, the head and tail are full, and they are high in the forehead. Rich and wealthy. You are either an official or a rich man. "

"..."

Xue Zhao didn't say anything. He came with Chen Yu. Chen Yu is a tyrant, and it doesn't mean anything to say these things.

Then, the other side said, "However, your forehead is curved like water, and the decree is broken, especially the right one. I offend, is your mother still alive?"

"Oh!"

Xue Zhao was shocked this time. His mother died a few years ago. Not many people know it. Can this person see it?

His mind fluctuated and he didn't answer, and Li Daoyu stung him, and then said, "Your court is rich, and there is a straight line on each of the left and right parotid bones. This is another gathering of popularity, a middle-aged luck. If I were Good guess, you must have something good lately. "

Got it!

After hearing this, Xue Zhao was convinced.

He quickly got up, poured a cup of tea for the other party, and said, "Mr. Sure enough, he's rude, just now."

"Oh, no matter. Now pretending to be too much, and being alert is also a good thing."

"Are you still working now?" He asked.

"Ashamed, I usually put up a stall to sell and sell used books, which is not as good as you."

"Then you have such a talent, why not show it?"

"Well, ancestors have a life and must not disobey."

Li Daoyu sighed, but said helplessly: "What's more, I am a feudal superstition and don't want to cause that trouble. I wouldn't see you today if Xiao Chen had a relationship with me."

The two chatted for a long time, but left Chen Yu aside. And Li Daoyu looked at the time, nearly six o'clock, and said: "It's not early, I should go back."

"Sir, I'm staying in Shengtian, and I will visit again tomorrow!" Xue Zhao was excited, but he was quite respectable.

"Uh, okay, Xiao Chen knows my address."

Li Daoyu really looked like an ordinary person. He rejected Xue Zhao's good intentions and rode his bike home.

It happened to be a late rush hour, the traffic was crowded, people were coming and going, and the street was full of noise ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He rode a worn bicycle and moved forward in the rapids, but it seemed a long way from the surrounding. Weird and unique meaning.

About half an hour later, Li Daoyu stopped downstairs in an old resident. This is a staff dormitory of a certain unit. For decades, it has been living with elderly people.

He pushed upstairs and couldn't wait. The home has two bedrooms and one living room. The space is very small, even the balcony is full of debris.

He ran to the balcony and pulled a large box out of the mess. This box should be elm, old for a long time, and the paint on the outside has long been mottled with a brass lock.

"Snapped!"

The lock was opened, with a thick red cloth inside. He peeled off the red cloth, and suddenly there was a weirdness and enthusiasm in his eyes. As soon as his hand was stretched out, he held out a wooden claw that was more than one foot high.

This long, square box is very well maintained. The blood-red wood is exquisitely carved with four gold letters on each side:

Promise of Promise, Sanyang III.

(And at night ...)