Yang Haoran sneered: "If you don't believe it, why don't you call your family now to ask for money and see if you are still as happy as before? If you are right, your family has already begun to fall into crisis."
"You still say you are not a liar? Are you going to spend a sum of money to avoid disaster next?"
Zhang Yiran looked disdainful and looked like she had seen through it all.
"It's okay to lose money and avoid disaster, but I'm not a liar. If you don't believe me, you can confirm it now. If I'm wrong, I'll refund your money."
Yang Haoran's tone was extremely positive, and he pointed at the signboard. It was clearly written on the signboard that no money was allowed.
Ge Ling obviously hesitated, but still picked up the phone.
"Hey, Dad, a friend of mine got into an accident and needs fifty thousand yuan urgently. Can you transfer it to me now?"
There was obvious hesitation on the other side of the phone, and a young man's voice rang.
"A friend borrows money? Xiaoling, you have to be careful about this! Forget it, I can only transfer 10,000 to you, and let your friend figure out the rest. I have something else to do, so I'll hang up first."
The call was hung up in a hurry. Ge Ling was stunned and suddenly felt upset.
After the Chinese New Year this year, my monthly pocket money has dropped from 10,000 to 3,000.
The reason given by my father was that he was about to graduate from college and he needed to learn how to live.
Could it be that this is not the case and that the family is really experiencing difficulties?
You must know that usually, let alone fifty thousand, even if you ask your father for one hundred thousand, your father will not hesitate.
"Xiaoling, are you okay?"
Seeing Ge Ling's somewhat lost look, Zhang Yiran looked concerned.
"Well, it's okay. Forget it. If you don't talk about me, you should show it to Zhang Yiran." 186.com
Ge Ling is naturally optimistic. Although she is worried, she still manages to laugh.
And Ge Ling decided that it was time to go home and take a look.
"You don't have to do the math for me. Just give me back the five hundred yuan." Zhang Yiran's family is not very well off. Giving five hundred yuan to a liar is too luxurious for her.
"It doesn't matter, don't listen to her, just do the math for her." Ge Ling pulled Zhang Yiran.
Yang Haoran looked at Zhang Yiran again, but suddenly exclaimed: "Donor, within half a month, you will be in disaster. But there is a chance of crisis, and maybe there will be a turn for the better. I will give you a tips bag, in case of crisis
Always open it, it can save your life."
While talking, Yang Haoran took out an exquisite bag of tips from under the table and handed it to Zhang Yiran.
Zhang Yiran dodged away like a poisonous snake and looked at Yang Haoran with a wary expression.
"Wait a minute, how much is your tip bag?"
You can charge five hundred for fortune-telling, so if you want his tips, why don't you charge a sky-high price?
"What you said about poor Taoism is so sad. Am I the kind of person who is blind to money? It is natural for fortune telling to collect money, but I am giving you a tip bag. This is called helping people in need. Take it. No money is needed. By the way, it's also
Give you one."
Yang Haoran had a full basket full of tips, and he took out two and gave them to Zhang Yiran and Ge Ling respectively.
Zhang Yiran was a little reluctant and was forced into Ge Ling's hands.
"Take it, I think that's what he calculated, maybe it will be useful, let's go."
Ge Ling pulled Zhang Yiran, and Zhang Yiran looked at Yang Haoran with a gloomy expression.
“It’s so easy for scammers to make money now!”
Yang Haoran smiled slightly: "Donor, don't talk nonsense, you still don't understand now, but in half a month you will think that I am the best Taoist priest in the world."
