"The other one is Li Ka-shing, the president of Hong Kong's Cheung Kong Holdings!"
The people around them pointed at Shi Zhijian and others.
The media reporters who had already heard the news and came here were also setting up long guns and cannons around the area, ready to go.
Miao Zhu knew something big was going to happen today, but he didn't expect it to be so big. Even if the Hong Kong Governor came in person, there wouldn't be such a scene.
Miao Zhu led everyone in the temple to welcome him out.
Shi Zhijian didn't say much, he just said that he came here to draw lots and pray for blessings.
After being invited in, Shi Zhijian first came to the altar and looked at the standing statue of Che Gong, and then at the windmills placed on both sides.
The temple's blessing came forward and carefully said to Shi Zhijian: "Turn this windmill to bring you good luck."
"Really?" Shi Zhijian smiled slightly, "But today I came here not only to pray for good luck for myself, but most importantly, to pray for good luck for the people of Hong Kong. But I don't know if turning this windmill will bring good luck to the people?"
"Of course! Che Gong is very good!" Miao Zhu said firmly, "As long as you are sincere, you will be successful!"
Shi Zhijian smiled and shook off his windbreaker.
Yan Xiong caught it from behind.
Shi Zhijian invited Li Zhaoji, Li Jiacheng and others to come forward and turn the windmill in person.
Everyone said that Shi Zhijian should be invited first.
Shi Zhijian started turning the windmill.
The windmill creaked.
There happened to be a whirlwind blowing around.
"Look, Mr. Che has appeared!"
"Yes, there are whirlwinds, whirlwinds!"
Hong Kong people believe very strongly in Feng Shui. To put it bluntly, they are quite superstitious. When Shi Zhijian turned the windmill, a whirlwind suddenly came, which made them shout.
Shi Zhijian didn't expect such a coincidence, so he calmly clasped his fists towards the statue of Che Gong and said, "Thank you!"
Li Zhaoji, Li Jiacheng, Xu Sanshao, Huo Dashao and others also looked surprised behind Shi Zhijian, especially Lai Hao who came with him, his mouth wide open in surprise: "Pu, your mother, this is really evil! Ah!
Jian turned the windmill and it actually caused a whirlwind! I'll give it a try later!"
After Shi Zhijian turned the windmill, those big guys also stepped forward to turn the windmill in order to pray for safety.
Li Zhaoji, Li Jiacheng and others were rotated one by one according to their status.
But without exception, no one has this strange phenomenon.
The lame man did not believe in evil, so when it was his turn, he stepped forward and bowed three times to the statue of Che Gong, saying: "Che Gong, Che Gong, you don't know me, and I don't know you either! But that was before! What do you say now?
You know, my name is Ng Kwok-hao, and I used to work in Wan Chai! I was the big boss in Wan Chai who carried a watermelon knife and cut all over Causeway Bay!"
"Zhong You, I am a person who distinguishes between right and wrong, and loyalty comes first! If you are willing to protect me from now on, then you can also make a small whirlwind for me to see. From now on, I, Wu Guohao, will ensure that you eat well and drink spicy food, and worship me every year.
You, I’ll give you a roasted suckling pig! If you look down on me, there’s no need to talk, I’ll pull out the watermelon knife and chop you!”
After the lame man Luo Liba finished speaking, he carelessly raised his fist towards the driver and started to turn the windmill.
This time it’s evil!
The windmill didn't move at all!
"Ah, what's going on?" Lame Hao's eyes widened.
Others also looked suspicious.
The windmill was fine just now, but why can't it turn now when Lame Hao tries to turn it?
Laihao looks very embarrassed. Why? Are you looking down on me?
Miao Zhu was also sweating. He hurriedly stepped forward to check, and then he clasped his fists and said to Lai Hao: "I'm sorry, sir, the windmill is stuck! It needs repair!"
Lai Hao rolled his eyes in anger.
The people around him pointed at Lai Hao and said, "This is a bad guy. Even the driver doesn't protect him!"
"You dare to threaten our godly Che Gong, you are seeking death!"
"If you can't turn the windmill, let's hit the street!"
Lame Hao was not embarrassed this time, but his face was red. Before, he would have rushed forward and fought with Che Gong, but there were so many people in front of him, not to mention Shi Zhijian was already glaring at him.
Helpless, Lai Hao had no choice but to give Che Gong a fist in his arms: "Well done to you, just wait! Humph!"
At this time, Shi Zhijian, led by Miao Zhu and others, had arrived at the drawing place.
According to the temple's blessing, there are a total of thirty-seven fortune-telling stalls in Chegong Temple, but this one at the entrance of the temple is the most accurate.
Indeed, the old fortune teller was wearing a Taoist robe, with white hair and a childlike face, and an air of immortality.
The old fortune teller had a great attitude. Even though Shi Zhijian was extraordinary and there were so many people behind him, he came to him like a star holding the moon in front of him. He didn't even move his buttocks, let alone stand up to greet him. He just stroked his white beard.
, looking like he was concentrating with his eyes closed.
Until Miao Zhu said someone was telling fortunes.
The old fortune teller then opened his eyes, and his dim eyes became radiant at the sight of Shi Zhijian. He even started slightly and almost fell off his seat.
"Ah, old sir, are you okay?" Shi Zhijian had quick eyesight and quickly stepped forward to help.
The old fortune teller was helped up by Shi Zhijian and said: "It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! I'm getting older and my body is a little unfavorable!" As he spoke, he took a deep look at Shi Zhijian and said to himself, how could this happen in the world?
Such a strange appearance?!
Shi Zhijian knew why the fortune teller was so surprised and lost his temper when he saw him. He couldn't help but have a high opinion of the other person's ability.
"Are you a fortune teller, or..."
"I want to draw lots and count one thing."
"Drawing lots? That's fine! Just draw one and take a look!"
As he spoke, the old fortune teller picked up the chip and started shaking it. He stopped for a moment, twirling his white beard and gesturing to Shi Zhijian to take one.
Behind Shi Zhijian, Li Zhaoji and others stuck their heads out to take a closer look.
Shi Zhijian reached out and smoked one casually, handing it to the old fortune teller without looking at it.
The media reporters around me recorded this scene.
The old fortune teller first glanced at the fortune teller and then looked at Shi Zhijian: "Who do you think you are? What do you want?"
"I count a bridge, please ask for a bridge!"
"For whom?"
"For the four million compatriots in Hong Kong!"
"good!"
As the old fortune teller spoke, he pointed at the words on the sign with his long fingernails, stroked his beard with one hand and read loudly: "Intimidation is not power, only help and rules." Bai Deng once set up the Gaohuang Pavilion, and finally
Surrounded by Zhang Liang's defenders."
After reading, the fortune teller looked at Shi Zhijian again and said: "Congratulations, sir, this lottery is neither good nor bad, it is a winning lottery."
Shi Zhijian smiled, cupped his fists and said to the old gentleman, "Thank you!"
After speaking, he took the bamboo stick and turned to face the media and said: "Everyone, please see clearly, this is the winning bamboo stick! I won't say much else. I just hope that the British Hong Kong government can listen to the different opinions of many parties with an open mind! It's just building a bridge."
, is it that difficult?”
"With more than 130 seats in the government parliament and four million compatriots in Hong Kong, who can dominate this bridge? Shi Zhijian and you all will wait and see!"
