Many people still vividly remember what happened on the day Mr. Chris died.
Someone reported the case to the Procuratorate, but for some reason, not only was the person not arrested, but he even set up a stall in front of the fortune-telling club.
In the past two days, many people were attracted to the fortune-telling shop, and there were even some members who did not come to the club on the day of Chris's death.
After they saw Victor's divination skills, they didn't even renew their subscription to the club, which made other fans in the club very unhappy.
I don’t know who reported it to the city administration, and eventually they sent people to drive Victor away from the street, finally leaving the club clean.
……
The annoying guy was finally driven away, and the members were in a great mood.
Today, as usual, the staff were receiving prospective members who had paid the entrance fee, but at this time, a certain important figure who rarely visited the club suddenly came to visit.
He rode a private carriage and parked on the street outside. There was a golden family crest engraved on the back of the carriage.
The tall and straight coachman respectfully welcomed the owner of the carriage out. He was a middle-aged man with a round face, black hair and brown eyes. His temples were a bit white and he looked taller than the coachman.
"D...Mr. Dach! You are here today..."
The reception staff at the club greeted him enthusiastically. He was very surprised by the sudden visit.
The man named Dutch had no expression on his face. He took off his gloves and patted them, releasing a thin layer of white powder.
He was welcomed in and after sitting down in the VIP room, he immediately asked the staff: "Where is Mr. Chris? We made an appointment to meet that day, but he did not keep the appointment, so I came by myself today."
Mr. Chris...
The staff looked embarrassed.
The man in front of him is well-known in Renekton. He is the president of the city's largest bank, a financial tycoon in Renekton, and a figure that neither the councilors nor the mayor will offend easily.
In the past, he had applied for a VIP membership of this club and had communicated with Mr. Chris, and the two parties were relatively familiar with each other.
But now Mr. Chris is dead...
Seeing the ugly expression on the staff's face, Daqi continued to ask, and soon asked about the specific situation.
"He actually had an accident...Hey...why didn't I receive an obituary? May he rest in peace in heaven..."
After continuing to inquire about the funeral, Dutch inquired from the staff about some strange things that happened on the day of the other party's death.
He frowned slightly and held the freshly brewed hot coffee in his hand.
"Mr. Chris, was the moment of death divined by that strange boy?"
"Yes! It's so... so evil! We all couldn't believe that this kind of thing would happen. Some people suspected that the boy was a seer or a cult, so they reported the case to the Inspectorate, but who knew...
…”
The staff kept talking and told Dutch about the stall set up across the street.
Dutch put down his cup and stared at the empty sofa opposite. He suddenly stood up and said goodbye to the staff: "Thank you for your hospitality. Since Mr. Chris is no longer here, there is no need for me to stay here." "Okay! Sorry, if you need other services, I can recommend other senior fortune tellers to you..."
"No need!" Dutch shook his head, "This is my last visit..."
……
Victor is not aware of this episode in the fortune-telling club.
He set up a new stall on Swan Avenue, another slum area.
The residents of this street were built based on the nearby textile factories and leather processing factories, and they are all workers.
Unlike the fortune-telling club opposite, there is no way to intercept and ask fortune-telling enthusiasts here.
Similarly, the residents of the poor streets are not that rich. He has lost the reputation he accumulated in the past two days and has to start from scratch.
The progress of studying secret transmission gradually slowed down. In the whole day, only one female worker came to consult him, and she only asked half of the question before she hurried to work.
Hey...
Victor has already calculated it for himself. The hexagrams show that this area is obviously blessed with opportunities, but why has there been no feedback all day long?
He waited alone until the sun was about to set in the afternoon, when suddenly a carriage drove from one end of the street and stopped in front of him.
This car is different from the ones he usually hires on the roadside. The body is very beautiful, the materials are very good, and there is a golden family crest engraved on the back.
The groom driving the carriage has a straight figure and excellent quality. He has obviously been trained.
He glanced at Victor without saying a word, got out of the car, opened the door of the carriage, and welcomed out the tall, round-faced owner who was not angry or intimidating.
Victor was wearing a pair of round-framed sunglasses and staring at each other. At first he was curious as to why such a rich guy would come to Swan Avenue.
But when he later discovered that the other person's attention had always been on him, he immediately understood.
This guy came for me!
"Are you a fortune teller?"
The rich man with a round face walked to Victor's square table with a cane half the length of his body.
"No! Oh no... I should say, it's not..."
Victor didn't recognize this person and thought he was a fortune seeker who came here to ask for fortune, so he pretended to reply to him.
"I'm Dutch Berkeley, maybe you've heard of my name." The man's voice was very calm, and you couldn't tell what the other person was feeling.
"Sorry, no!"
As soon as Victor finished speaking, he suddenly recalled that he seemed to have heard of this name before.
The man in front of him was not angry, and introduced himself patiently: "I am the person in charge of Storm Bank and a former member of the Dream Divination Club. I know Mr. Chris and I have heard about what happened between you."<
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Storm Bank...
Victor finally remembered what happened at Will's birthday party for the senator, and he immediately realized that the man in front of him was probably the richest guy in Renekton!
Since the other party mentioned Chris, could it be that he came to cause trouble for me?
Thinking of this, Victor coughed lightly and was about to use some magical words to defend himself when the other party said: "You can know the last moment of Mr. Chris's life through divination. You must have talents that ordinary people can't match. I
I also want to ask you to do a divination for me, for which I can pay you."
"That's it..." When he heard that the other party was not here to embarrass him, Victor immediately cheered up.
He was already eager to advance his studies, so how could he miss such a good customer?
So, Victor sat upright, tapping his fingers on the table, and muttered: "One is fate, two is luck, three is feng shui, four is accumulation of yin virtue, five is reading, six is seven-phase and eight... um... (forgot the words)
), forget it, sir, what do you want to divine?"
Dutch was silent for a moment and replied: "Some unpredictable and strange things happened to me, which affected my family. I want to know what is the reason?"