Chapter 153 The

second hexagram ended, and the atmosphere was solemn, so quiet that one could hear each other's breathing.

After the neighbors bowed, they could not calm down for a long time.

"Without the courage of the martyrs, we really wouldn't be where we are today."

"We are all family after all."

"The Ghost Festival is coming soon, and I happen to be going back to my hometown to worship my ancestors. I will order more things to go to the Martyrs' Park to worship then."

"I also happen to be going back to my hometown, let's make an appointment to go together."

"Okay, I want to go too."

Just like that, because of a hexagram, the neighbors made an appointment to go to the Martyrs' Park in the mainland to worship.

Chu Yueqing was moved by the enthusiasm of the neighbors, and her eyebrows curved. She looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

The time was almost noon.

She smiled faintly: "Okay, everyone, be quiet for a while, we can start the next fortune telling."

The originally noisy scene seemed to have been paused and quieted down again.

The third customer stood at the threshold, surrounded by neighbors watching. Hearing Chu Yueqing's words, his face suddenly became embarrassed, "Master Chu, can you wait a moment?" The

fat man said, a little anxiously, holding on to the shoulders of two neighbors, tiptoed to look out, and turned his head: "I... I'm just helping people line up, he hasn't arrived yet."

Chu Yueqing said: "Feng Shui shop has rules, we don't accept helping people reserve seats."

The other party wanted to say something else.

The crowd suddenly caused a commotion. The fat man was delighted and pushed the crowded neighbors aside to make way for a passage. "Mr. Lei, you finally made it. If you don't come, someone else will be asked to take charge of the third hexagram."

The man who came over was about fifty years old, with a lot of white hair in his hair. He was wearing a black suit. He had a gentle smile on his face and waved to the neighbors who were watching. When he raised his hand, he could see a hole on his sleeve.

"Sorry, the organization has something to do, so I can only ask a friend to help me line up. It doesn't conform to the rules of the Feng Shui shop. Lei is rude. I wonder if the neighbors mind? If they mind, I won't count it."

Who is Lei Ziming?

He is one of the vice presidents of the Hong Kong Charity Association.

The Hong Kong Charity Association is a clubhouse that manages all the charity organizations in Hong Kong. The president has absolute power to dispatch the entire charity organization, and the four vice presidents under him also need to be in charge of different organizations.

Lei Ziming often faces media reporters, so many Hong Kong citizens know his name, and he is affectionately called "the first great philanthropist of the 20th century" by the Hong Kong media.

The fat man was delighted to be called a friend by him, thinking that he had attached himself to the powerful, and he changed his address immediately, "Brother Lei is humble, I lined up openly, how could I be rude?"

Lei Ziming frowned and disagreed, "You can't say that, each store has its own rules, and no one can break them at will."

The neighbors were a little angry when they heard the fat man's words, but they became fond of Lei Ziming again after hearing his humble words.

Especially Mrs. Ding, who was standing by the door with her sleeves tucked in, joked enthusiastically.

"Mr. Lei, you are a well-known philanthropist in Hong Kong. In order to do charity, you have lived frugally and even sold your old house. You have made so many contributions to Hong Kong. How can anyone mind?"

As she spoke, she looked around, "Don't you think so?"

"Yes!" The neighbors said in unison.

Everyone respects those who truly contribute to Hong Kong, no matter their profession.

What's more, Lei Ziming is a kind-hearted person who has spent all his family wealth just to help the poor people?

"If it were anyone else, we wouldn't agree."

"Mr. Lei, you are the vice chairman of the Charity Federation of Hong Kong. There are many things waiting for you every day. It's impossible to ask friends to help queue up.

"Yes, everyone understands. "

Lei Ziming was grateful and bowed again, "Thank you all for your tolerance and understanding."

"By the way, Mr. Lei, the Charity Federation is going to re-elect a new president. Will it be your turn this time?"

Lei Ziming still had a gentle smile, "I'm not sure about the position of president now. All decisions made by the top management are for the better development of Hong Kong and charitable organizations. As long as the elected president is truly willing to contribute to the society, I will definitely support him." After

he finished speaking, he aroused the goodwill of the neighbors again.

The Charity Federation is held every four years, and Lei Ziming has missed two sessions. Everyone feels sorry for him.

"Mr. Lei, if you ask me, if the conference did not elect you as president, it would be because they have no vision."

"That's right."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lei, we will definitely vote for you and support you. "

"You are a person who truly works for the charity, and the neighbors have sharp eyes."

"Thank you everyone, Lei will definitely work hard and try his best to live up to everyone's expectations. "Lei Ziming bowed, and just as he was about to step into the Feng Shui shop, two young men in red short T-shirts came up from behind.

One on the left and one on the right, each with a camera hanging around their necks, and a word printed on the left side of their T-shirts: Hong Kong Daily.

They were reporters!

The neighbors were all surprised. It turned out that Lei Ziming was followed by reporters when he traveled. He was indeed a famous philanthropist in Hong Kong!

After selling fruits, Grandma Shan came over to see the excitement. She combed her hair with a peach wood comb over and over again, pushed Mrs. Ding aside, took a look inside the door, and grinned: "Two young brothers, your fortune-telling skills are superb, no one in Hong Kong can compare to you, you must write well for the newspaper." The two reporters

looked at each other, hesitated, and said, "No problem, but we came here specifically to take pictures of Mr. Lei."

"Come here specifically to take pictures of Mr. Lei? "Ashanpo was surprised, "Why?"

One of the reporters pushed his glasses on his nose and explained, "The election for the Charity Federation has begun. The four vice presidents will be interviewed by reporters to help them improve their reputation and win the votes of the citizens."

The implication

is that whoever does the best charity and has the most contributions will become the president.

"That's right." Another reporter also answered, his eyes curiously looking around the Feng Shui shop. There was a solid wood screen in the shop, with the God of Wealth and Bodhisattva on both sides, which was ancient and quaint.

There were many newspapers in Hong Kong that wrote about the rumors about the fortune teller in Temple Street, including their own newspaper.

However, since they were in different fields, this was the first time for them to come to Temple Street for a field investigation.

"It is said that the fortune-telling in Temple Street can predict the future. We came here to see, Vice President Lei, whether there are other good people and good deeds that have not been discovered under the fortune-telling."

They were all very curious.

Is Master Chu really as effective as the outside world says? Can he really predict life and death with just one fortune-telling?

Inside the Feng Shui shop.

As soon as Lei Ziming came in, he asked Chu Yueqing to go into the kitchen alone.

"Mr. Lei, what can I do for you?" This was the first time that Chu Yueqing was called out by a fortune-teller.

"Master Chu, Lei has an unwelcome request and wants to ask you for help." Lei Ziming seemed to have thought of something, and his originally reserved smile gradually faded. He took out a note from his suit pocket and handed it over.

Chu Yueqing took it and took a look. She found that the notes were all about charity events.

She was puzzled: "What are these?"

"These are all the charity events I have done before. Many of them caused quite a stir back then." Lei Ziming said, sighing.

"I guess you've heard about the charity's election for the president. To be honest, if I lose this time, it will be the third time I've lost. It's every four years, and I've missed twelve years. I won't miss the next twelve years."

"I didn't insist on the position of president at first, until I found out later that they were all just sitting there doing nothing. The donations for project applications would always be cut by two-thirds."

"There are too many people waiting for the help of donations, but some bad apples in the charity have used the donations for their own benefit. I can't sit back and watch. Today, there will be reporters interviewing me outside. I want to use the good deeds I've done to create discussion again and canvass votes for myself."

Lei Ziming finished speaking, and lifted his suit jacket to reveal his tattered underwear.

Chu Yueqing raised an eyebrow.

He seemed to realize that it was inappropriate, and took out a check and handed it to Chu Yueqing, apologetically saying: "Sorry, I am rude. The suit is too expensive, I saved the money to do charity."

"This is one million, if you are willing to help, the money on the check is yours."

"If you don't want to." Lei Ziming smiled bitterly, "It doesn't matter, let me fight with those old foxes."

"In this case, thank you Mr. Lei for your generosity." Chu Yueqing smiled slightly, took the check, turned around and left the kitchen.

Lei Ziming secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The two sat down at the fortune-telling table.

Lei Ziming had already inquired about the fortune-telling process, and he touched the hole in his sleeve and reported his birth date.

Chu Yueqing listened to the horoscope but did not rush to calculate it. Instead, she asked, "Mr. Lei, your horoscope is wrong, right? It's wrong by one hour."

Lei Ziming pretended to be enlightened and patted his knees. "It's really the wrong time. I was born at three in the afternoon, not three in the morning. I didn't expect Master Chu could calculate it."

"Of course he can calculate it. The fortune teller's eyes." Wei Yanlin spread out two fingers, compared his eyes, and then compared the sky and the earth. "Look up at the sky and look down at the earth. You don't need horoscopes. I can read your life just by looking at your face. If the horoscopes given don't match your face, Qingqing can naturally find it at a glance."

"I see." Lei Ziming tapped his knees lightly, as if thinking about something.

He chuckled, "The rumors are true, Master Chu is truly a genius."

"As usual, let me calculate your past and future first." After Chu Yueqing got the eight characters, she calculated, "You have many sisters, but you are the youngest, and you have three older sisters."

"From the age of ten to sixteen, you were doted on by your parents and older sisters, so your luck was good."

"From the age of sixteen to twenty-five, it was not too bad, but after the age of twenty-five."

Chu Yueqing shook her head, "There was a big disaster. You were deceived by a friend and almost died overseas. Later, you escaped to Hong Kong, and fortunately, you were helped by a noble person."

"The master's calculations were all correct." Lei Ziming chuckled, his eyes showing nostalgia, "Back then I fled to Hong Kong penniless and wandered around, often looking for food in trash cans in the middle of the night. It was a couple who ran a snack shop who invited me to dinner."

"This disaster, Lei, will never forget it. Since then, I have been influenced by them and have been committed to charity."

Chu Yueqing counted with her fingers and raised her eyebrows: "That couple, they ran a wonton shop, right?"

The words fell.

Lei Ziming's smile suddenly froze.