The debt repayment life of the full-level metaphysics

Chapter 22 The Old Ancestor Will Give You a Fortune Teller

Xu Yang and Liu Rongrong left now.

Seeing them leave, Wang Xinjun was still a little bit embarrassed, "Looking at their appearance, they probably won't be able to recover for a long time."

"Instead of worrying about other people, it's better to worry about the boss himself." Hearing this, Jiang Li glanced at him and said meaningfully.

Wang Xinjun was stunned, "Guan, what do you mean, Guanzhu?"

Could it be that something followed him?

Wang Xinjun's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately looked around.

Facing his sneaky look, Jiang Li clicked his tongue: "It's not that there is a brat following you."

Wang Xinjun couldn't help looking at Jiang Li, he should have breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, but for some reason, he just couldn't let go of Jiang Li's eyes.

Wang Xinjun asked nervously, "Then, what does that mean..."

"Seeing that you are the first destined person I meet after I go down the mountain, let me tell you a fortune, how about a cheaper price?" Jiang Li blinked and didn't answer directly.

When Wang Xinjun heard this, he nodded his head like crazy: "Well, that's a good relationship. I don't know how much the Guanzhu's hexagram is?"

Anyway, he just heard what Xia Xin said, and it only cost a few hundred yuan. The master is so clever, and a few hundred yuan is not much.

Wang Xinjun was thinking about it, and then he heard Jiangli say: "One hexagram is ten thousand."

"Ten thousand?!"

Wang Xinjun almost flinched.

This, this is a black shop, right? !

He looked at Xia Xin suddenly.

Xia Xin's eyes widened at this time, looking at Jiang Li in disbelief.

"Old, old ancestor..."

"The price is considered low." Jiangli glanced at him, "Your master is incompetent, and a hexagram is worth thousands, so why should I be worth [-] a hexagram?"

Xia Xin: "..."

That said, it seems to make sense...

He turned his head and smiled dryly at Wang Xinjun, "Well, the price is set by the temple master himself, boss... I can't help it..."

1 yuan per hexagram...

Wang Xinjun felt a bit heartbroken and reluctant to part with it, so he said hesitantly: "Guan, Guanzhu, how much is it cheaper?"

"How do you say it's cheap here?" Jiang Li looked at Xia Xin.

Xia Xin, who was suddenly cueed, thought about it: "One, generally speaking, it's a discount or a fraction?"

"What do you mean by discount?" Jiang Li asked again.

Xia Xin said: "That's it, it's a cheap way, usually [-]% off or [-]% off. Sometimes the master will make it cheaper for the old customers to see what's wrong."

Jiang Li touched his chin, not quite understanding, "Then how much cheaper do you think is better?"

"This one……"

How could Xia Xin know what Jiang Li was thinking.

But the ancestors suddenly asked such a high price, probably because they are now in huge debts.

Although tens of thousands of dollars is not much, the accumulation of a little makes a lot.

And with the ancestors here, the money will definitely be repaid.

Xia Xin made a calculation in his mind, stretched out two fingers to Wang Xinjun, and made a gesture of eight, "Well, boss, we are all acquaintances, so let's get a [-]% discount, how about [-]?"

Wang Xinjun hesitated, "Eight thousand is still very expensive..."

"You have a daughter who is away all the time, right?" At this moment, Jiang Li suddenly asked something that seemed irrelevant.

Wang Xinjun said blankly: "Yes, my daughter is in college and usually lives on campus..."

Afraid that Jiang Li would not understand, Xia Xin immediately ran over and whispered to Jiang Li to explain the meaning of the words school and boarding school.

Jiang Li roughly understood: "I'm afraid she is not living on campus, she may be in danger of life recently."

"What, what?!"

(End of this chapter)