There is a weird fortune-telling stall on an overpass in the urban area of Hangzhou.
Two folding stools, backed by two simple white cloth banners on the left and right on the railing.
Zuo Pi: One hexagram a day, everything can be done
Right batch: If you believe it, you will be given money; if you don't believe it, you will give it away.
But in front of this weird stall, there are wealthy businessmen with a net worth of over 100 billion, popular actresses and powerful bosses vying to visit.
Jack Ma: "Master Zhuang, what do you think my luck will be this year?"
Popular actress Weiwei: "Master Zhuang, are you interested in playing a martial arts role?"
Big boss in the capital: "Master Zhuang, I wonder if you can sell me two of those pills?"
Faced with requests from top figures in all walks of life, Zhuang Yun smiled faintly.
"I'm just a fortune teller."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
