The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. In Lin Fan's opinion, after Teacher Yang's wave of publicity, the citizens around him should trust him very much.

But what made Lin Fan helpless was that these citizens were so vulgar and kept asking when they would win the lottery...

Lin Fan understood that he was thinking too much about all this. The impact of Teacher Yang’s lottery incident on them was too great. They had no intention of paying attention to other things except winning the lottery.

"It's dead, how can these people do this? Who can win the prize every day? Is that lucky? Do you think the charlatan?" After the crowd dispersed, Lin Fan sat on the chair weakly and sighed.

"Character?"

Lin Fan shouted a few times, but didn't get a reply. Then he turned around and saw Tian Shenpu's eyes looking at him terrifiedly.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Lin Fan asked.

Suddenly, Tian Shenbian screamed, then calmed down, and asked softly, "Don't tell me, that lottery is really calculated."

"Aren't you here that afternoon?" Lin Fan asked back, knowing this, even if it was Tian Shenshang, it would be hard to believe it.

"Is there really a god in this world? Even the most famous iron-mouthed god-making Wu Tianhe in Lianzhou is relying on tricks. If we are real talent and knowledge, then we will be really developed." Tian Shenpu said to himself excitedly.

"Who is Wu Tianhe?" Lin Fan asked back.

"That's the most famous god in Lianzhou. Many high-ranking officials and celebrities believe in him. They are one of the best people in this industry." Tian Shenpu said enviously.

"It looks very envious to you, but what do you envy? We can be so awesome. Now we have 300,000 yuan. Tomorrow we will find a storefront and take a formal route to make the industry bigger and stronger."

Lin Fan is now full of passion and ambition. The first one is to grab knowledge of cakes, which is completely a scam. The second one is really good.

If you change your destiny with just one word, you will be able to make money with great pleasure.

Lin Fan is now trying to make money, become Master Lin, which everyone admires, and then open the next page of knowledge. If you get any knowledge that goes against the sky, your life will be completely gone.

Listening to Lin Fan’s beautiful blueprint, Tian Shenpu became addicted for a moment. Thinking of his future life, even his saliva was almost flowing out.

....

In the afternoon, Lin Fan closed the stall early.

When Lin Fan returned to his residence, the neighbors surrounded him enthusiastically.

"Xiaofan...No, Master Lin is back."

"Master Lin's calculations are so accurate. Old Zhang really smashed his leg today."

"Master Lin will do it for us."

....

Lin Fan was helpless about these neighbors, but when he thought that Lao Zhang didn't believe his words, Lin Fan said what else could he do. He said everything he should say. Believe it or not is the other party's business.

There is nothing to do if the other party doesn't trust him.

However, now these neighbors asked themselves to tell fortunes, which gave Lin Fan a headache. Didn’t he do it last time, and nothing happened.

"Everyone, I calculated it for you yesterday, nothing happened." Lin Fan waved his hand and said.

"Oh, Master Lin please, let's do it carefully for us."

"Yes, I'm calculating carefully."

Lin Fan didn’t have time to talk to them, “I’m tired today too. After a while, the fortune telling manager will open, and everyone will come to support you again.”

In the end, the neighbors were a little disappointed when they saw that Lin Fan really didn't forget them. If they had known that they were so accurate, they would have asked Lin Fan to do it well that day, but it would be too late to regret it now.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, at the entrance of a luxurious club.

A group of people walked out with a rosy face, and the young man walking in front looked solemn and felt a little unhappy.

"Mr. Wang made you lose a lot of money today. I hope you don't remember it in your heart. We will play when we have the chance in the future." A man said with a smile.

"It's okay, Xiao Qian." Wang Mingyang said with a slight smile. Although he didn't take the money in his heart, he was very angry.

"Mr. Wang is generous. Three million is indeed a small amount of money."

"For Mr. Wang, what are these three millions? I will say goodbye first and have a chance to play."

The people around him left one after another.

When everyone left, Wang Mingyang took out his car.

"The thing that the bitch raised actually hit me, Wang Mingyang." These three millions were indeed a small amount of money for Wang Mingyang, but what I hate the most was that others colluded and cheated himself. If it was really based on luck, Wang Mingyang would have nothing to say, but this made him angry.

At first, Wang Mingyang didn't see it, but later he gradually realized something was wrong. However, for Wang Mingyang, face is more important than anything else, so it is impossible to say half of it and not come, so he is naturally playing to the end.

You can afford to lose whenever you say it.

"Damn it, let's buy you coffins for three million."

When Wang Mingyang arrived home, the nanny prepared the meal.

On the dining table.

Wang Mingyang took out his cell phone, looked at the news, and then looked at Weibo. After reading a few Weibo posts that he followed, he was about to close Weibo, and saw a reply message, and then clicked it.

"kindness?"

This look made Wang Mingyang stunned, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"A small gambling is good for love, big gambling is harmful to the body, and will lose money tomorrow."

Wang Mingyang looked at the reply time and knew yesterday that he was going to lose money today, which made Wang Mingyang a little curious.

Wang Mingyang didn't believe in fortune telling. Now he has made all this by himself. He came to the Demon City at the age of sixteen, and had his first pot of gold at the age of eighteen, and immediately invested in the real estate industry. He has been working for almost ten years, and his net worth is as high as 10 billion yuan.

This is a life like a god for any twenty-seven-year-old.

Then, Wang Mingyang replied.

“When can I win money?”

Wang Mingyang is not addicted to gambling, but he just wants to see what this so-called Master Lin has.

Just after Wang Mingyang replied to the news, not long after, Master Lin replied to the message.

"Tomorrow afternoon, old place, old location."

When Wang Mingyang saw this news, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He really thought he was a god, but Wang Mingyang just liked to fight head-on.

"Okay, if you win tomorrow, you will be offered one million."

After replying to this message, Wang Mingyang turned off his Weibo, then called and contacted the person today and had another event tomorrow night.

....

At this time, Lin Fan was in the room, looking at the news on his phone, and for a moment, he didn't want to say anything more.

“The life of rich people is so domineering.”

After this Weibo was opened, no one was looking for him except Wang Mingyang.

Sure enough... Weibo is so hard to mess with.

However, Lin Fan was really convinced by Wang Mingyang. His awesome life was so young that he was rich and wealthy. He was simply a despicable figure.
Chapter completed!