Chapter 45 The heroine Bai Ze who had her bones and skin peeled off (seventeen)
In the end, the two little girls left with fear and joy at the same time.
He also left a stack of bright red bills on the counter.
A full 10,000 yuan.
What a rich woman who spends a lot of money.
But here comes the question. Lin Zhen looked at the stack of banknotes and asked, "Does this money count as my own, or does it count as the flower shop's income?"
Chi Yuan had already started to use a vacuum cleaner to suck up the dust on the carpet. Hearing this, he raised his head and said, "Of course it's yours. Isn't this the money you get from telling other people's fortunes?"
And can this kind of gray income be told to the boss?
"Hmm..." Lin Zhen touched his chin, "But I am going to put all this money into the income of the flower shop."
Chi Yuan pointedly pointed out: "Would it be wrong to pay taxes when the accounts are paid?"
Good question. Lin Zhen really didn't think about this problem. She lay on the counter dejectedly: "Forget it, let's wait until Xia Wei comes back."
But before Xia Wei came back, the customer who bought the entire flower shop's roses this morning came to the door and rushed to the counter with tears streaming down his face: "Master, thank you!"
Although he cried ugly, the lifeless look on his face had obviously dissipated.
"I have to escape from a disaster and turn danger into good fortune. I should be happy. Why are I still crying?" Lin Zhen took out a pack of tissues from the drawer and handed it over, "Wipe it, the snot is flowing out of your nose."
The middle-aged man took the tissue and wiped his face embarrassedly, "If it weren't for Master, I might have been hit to death by that billboard today."
He still feels frightened when he thinks about the scene at that time:
He was walking on the road holding the bouquet of roses. Unexpectedly, a huge billboard on the roadside suddenly became loose and fell heavily. After a while, the roses in his hand seemed to move, and they fell hard.
He pushed him back, just out of the range where the billboard could hit him.
He just watched helplessly as the huge billboard fell in front of his eyes, sending dust flying all over the ground.
This middle-aged man simply couldn't imagine what would have happened if he had been hit by such a heavy billboard if he hadn't been pushed.
After all this happened like lightning, the middle-aged man came back to his senses and looked at the bouquet of roses that fell on the ground. He found that its color seemed to have become dim and no longer as bright as before, as if suddenly
It seemed like it had exhausted all its energy.
He asked cautiously: "Master, so that bouquet of roses...is it?"
Is it a very special kind of rose? Could it be the kind that has become a spirit?
Lin Zhen didn't know what weird thing he was thinking about, so he replied simply: "It's nothing special, it's just that a bright rose is mixed in it, it just wards off a disaster for you."
The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up: "Are there any flowers like this that have bloomed? I want to buy some more."
Lin Zhen motioned him to turn around and look at the empty flower shop: "Our flower shop has sold out all the flowers. And your death has passed, so there is no need to be so worried anymore."
The other party scratched his head and said with a naive smile: "I'm just a little worried..."
He thought about it again and again, but still felt uneasy, and pleaded: "Master, if there are no flowers that have bloomed, just give me anything that has bloomed, otherwise I will definitely not be able to sleep tonight."
Lin Zhen really wanted to say: Consecration cannot cure insomnia.
Forget it, just think of it as after-sales service for that bouquet of roses.
Lin Zhen stretched out his hand towards the middle-aged man and asked, "Is there anything you always carry with you? Let me have a look at it."
The other party touched his body for a long time, and finally took out a new mobile phone and said, "Master... can the mobile phone be used?"
After all, the only thing he never leaves his body is his mobile phone when he eats, sleeps, and goes to the bathroom.
"Okay." Although this consecration thing is a bit untraditional, the metaphysics of the new era must also keep pace with the times.
Lin Zhen took the phone and tapped the screen gently, and the entire phone suddenly emitted a faint fluorescent light.
The customer covered his face in shock: "Hey, it's on!"
Don't make such a fuss, okay?
"The phone is always on." Lin Zhen was a little confused as to whether he had just come to modern society or whether the person opposite him had just come to modern society.
"Really, but I feel that the light it just emitted seems very soft and clear, which is different from the usual light from my mobile phone..."
"Oh," Lin Zhen looked down, "Sorry, I accidentally clicked on the eye protection mode."
She clicked the screen again and adjusted the brightness back to its original state, "Well, is it the same as before now?"
Ah, did I see it wrong just now? The middle-aged man scratched his head: But the light just now did feel a bit strange...
Before he could figure it out, Lin Zhen handed him the phone again, "Okay, here you go."
He was shocked by this extremely sloppy process: "Is this... the light is ready?"
"Yes." Lin Zhen nodded matter-of-factly: Is there any other process required?
After all, it was the master who saved his life. The middle-aged man finally chose to believe it. He took the mobile phone religiously and asked: "Master, how much does it cost to consecrate it?"
How should we price this? Lin Zhen looked around, and finally decided to treat everyone equally according to the previous little girl's standards. He stretched out a finger and compared: "Ten thousand yuan."
This price seems like a real waste.
The middle-aged man didn't know why, but he gritted his teeth and paid 10,000 yuan, "Thank you, master."
After the customer left, Chi Yuan, who had been watching for a long time, couldn't help but said with a blank expression: "Senior Bai Ze, if you continue to do this, I'm really worried that you will be involved in fraud or feudal superstition activities one day.
Enter the situation."
"Will it?" Lin Zhen was surprised for a moment, then smiled and said: "Then I can only ask Xiaoyuan to catch me~"
Chi Yuan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. But before he could speak, Xia Wei's loud voice came from outside the door: "What, what are you fishing for?"
Lin Zhen smiled and continued: "While you were going to purchase goods, the flower shop made another 20,000 yuan."
"What? Twenty thousand yuan?" Xia Wei's tone was full of shock, "There's not a single flower left in the flower shop! Bai Ze, Chi Yuan, you two went to rob the bank?"
"No, it's legal income."
Chi Yuan also raised his head and said in a low voice: "Senior Bai Ze earned money from telling fortunes for others."
"Oh, it's a part-time job." Xia Wei roughly understood, "Then this money belongs to Bai Ze, how can it be regarded as earned by the flower shop? Bai Ze, you have to be careful, it is easy to be deceived by others.
of……"
Lin Zhen tilted his head: Dim sum, what kind of dim sum?
Xia Wei pouted: "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, come and help me unload all the goods!"
