The people who were still onlookers instantly swarmed up and surrounded Yan Zhixu's surroundings.

Mo Shuan and Brother Jiang, who were standing beside them, didn't send it out or even nearly fell.

The two of them were a little embarrassed, there were many folds on their clothes, and their hair was a little messy.

The picture in the live broadcast room also became a little shaky and blurry because Jiang Ge was unsteady on the camera.

[Ah, this...is this too realistic? I want to know how much the program group gave these uncles and aunts for group performances. 】

[Silence is dead, but also burn the spell and melt it in the water to drink? It's really like this is a TV series, and the audience is treated like a fool. 】

[These uncles and aunts are so crazy, they jumped on them all at once, like starving wolves seeing delicious food. 】

[I died of laughter, what is the description of this upstairs? Smile.jpg]

[Seeing how crazy they look, the money should not be small, so I want to be a group performer for the show group. I don't know if I want to. 】

[But the uncle just now played really well, and his momentum was steady, he really looked like a retired cadre. 】

[…emmm, can I say that the old man you are discussing is the retired chief of our Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau? 】

[Don't make trouble upstairs, watch the show quietly, and throw you out if you make trouble again. akimbo.jpg]

...

Yan Zhixu looked at the uncles and aunts who were squeezing over and raised his fingers to the aunt who was standing first, "Today is only three trigrams, the others should be gone."

The aunt who was named had a happy smile on her face, her mouth couldn't close with joy, and her eyes narrowed into slits.

The other people who stood behind and did not grab the first position made a voice full of resentment, beating their chests with hatred.

After a brief moan, someone started to quickly take out their wallet.

"Master, do you want to stop calculating one more hexagram? I am willing to add money, how about five hundred and one hexagrams?"

This remark undoubtedly reminded many people, and others took out their wallets one after another.

"Master, five hundred is too little. I'll give you one thousand. You give me the calculation first."

"You all stand aside and go to the Soso, Master, I am willing to pay two thousand."

"Two thousand is amazing? Master, I will give you a set of pure gold jewelry, and you can calculate whether my eldest granddaughter can get into the University of God."

...

The scene was full of calls for prices, and those who entered the park paused and looked around involuntarily.

This is indeed a park. He didn't go the wrong way. Why does it feel like he walked into the auction?

Yan Zhixu ignored the shouting uncles and aunts, picked up the money to pack up and got up after finishing the calculation for the first aunt.

She glanced at the crowded crowd, "Today's divination is over, let's go."

Everyone's hearts were lost, and their bodies were dizzy and low, and they stood there and sighed.

No one reminded them, they consciously made way for Yan Zhixu.

Polite as if the people who rushed up just now were not them.

Brother Jiang and Mo Shuan were stunned, and gained a new understanding of this group of people.

"Master, will you come to fortune-telling tomorrow?"

The uncle who asked the question rubbed his hands secretly. He had to come to the park early tomorrow and he couldn't let others get there first.

Obviously he is not the only one who has this thought, and the others are also waiting for an answer with anticipation.

Yan Zhixu carried the camouflage backpack with one hand, "I won't tomorrow, I might come later when I'm free."

"Hey……"

The uncles and aunts who were still full of expectations were heartbroken.