Chapter 21 [007] God's Calculation Begins (3)

Of course she couldn't give the spell directly to Dad, he certainly wouldn't wear it.

She knew that every time Dad went out to do errands, he would wear his white shirt and black trousers when he got married. This was his best outfit. He was reluctant to wear it at ordinary times, and he would definitely wear it to the city tomorrow.

So, she also folded the spell and slipped it into the trouser pocket quietly, hoping that her father would not find it.

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The next day, Dad went out wearing that suit.

Perhaps due to the effect of the spell, the dark color on his face lightened a little, and he became more energetic.

As soon as he went out on the front foot, Yang He came back on the back foot, and when he saw Yang Zimei, he was very excited: "Niuniu, you are really amazing, you say I am Limu, two people suddenly came today, I don't know why, look The old nanmu in front of my door told me to buy it for 1,000 yuan, huh, don't I have the cost of going out? I never thought that a tree is worth so much money."

In 1992, 1,000 yuan was quite a lot. At that time, the monthly salary of a public teacher was only 300 yuan.

"Who's here?" Yang Zimei asked curiously.

"An old man who looks very rich, and another who looks like a fortune teller based on Feng Shui. He is also in his 40s and 50s. He took a compass and walked around my old tree for a while."

When Yang Zimei heard it, she became interested and followed Yang He out to see.

I saw an old man in a black silk Tang suit standing in front of the old Nanmu tree in front of Uncle Yang He's door. He was about sixty years old. His hair was black and white, combed meticulously, and hung around his neck. Wearing a Guanyin pendant made of ink jade and a string of red jade chains on his hands, his posture is calm and graceful.

The other man was wearing a white Tang suit, about forty years old, but with obedient shawl hair and a little fat, holding a compass in his hand, he was talking to the old man with a slightly arrogant demeanor.

In order to find out their origins, Yang Zimei stared at the old man for about a minute, and saw a few lines floating above his head: Huo Wenhua, born in 1940, ancestral home in City A, now living in Hong Kong, rich in assets, two wives, three sons and one daughter, father Seriously ill and dying, looking for a feng shui place for burial.

Yang Zimei is familiar with the name Huo Wenhua. After 1997, he quickly became the largest rich man in Hong Kong, ranking tenth on the Forbes rich list. His three sons also often have scandals with those actresses. She usually sets up a stall. At that time, I read a lot of newspapers I picked up.

Such a future super rich man came to their Yangjia Village to buy Nanmu today?

Is this Nanmu he wants to be the coffin of his dying father?

Her eyes were fixed on the man in the white Tang suit with the compass: Hua Shaoguang, born in 1948, native of Guangdong, a master of Yi Xue, a master of Feng Shui, one hexagram and a thousand pieces of gold, sought after by the rich and powerful.

This information was too simple, so she stared at it for a long time. Suddenly, the line disappeared, and a vain picture appeared. I saw that this Hua Shao bald head was suddenly pulled with bird shit, and then fell. .

She wanted to watch more, but her head became very dizzy, the picture was blurred, and it returned to its original appearance.

She stroked her head.

What does that picture represent? Does it represent what will happen in that Hua Shaoguang?

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard him frown and let out a low cry. There was really a drop of bird feces on his head. He hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped it, but unexpectedly, there was a stone next to him. Mixed, fell to the ground.

His expression was a little embarrassed, but he quickly regained his posture, and his eyes showed his original arrogant posture again.

Yang Zimei is happy!

It turned out that her function also has the ability to predict what will happen to people.

So, she stared at Huo Wenhua for a while, and sure enough, a picture appeared: on the picture, he listened for a while with a mobile phone from the 1990s, a look of extreme grief appeared on his face, and then he knelt down and cried... …

She could only watch so much, and she would get dizzy any more.

However, she also roughly guessed that the reason why he was crying was that his old father had died.

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