Chapter 159

The next day.

At dawn, cleaners were already out on Xiyi Street in Mong Kok, pushing garbage trucks to clean up the city's garbage after the night.

Not far away, two ice trucks were parked at the back door of Longfei Building. Workers were transporting bags of ice to the ice trucks. Five people gathered on the nearby electric poles, all wearing the same blue vests and holding breakfast.

The man standing in the middle was an old man in his forties, with bald hair and a plump face. He bit a dough stick and sipped soy milk, saying, "Ayong is comfortable. He doesn't have to do anything in the police station, and he can get salary even if he is idle."

"Brother Ming is so envious, why don't you go by yourself."

The old man didn't even bite the dough stick and glared at the man who was talking, "I urge you, please wash your mouth, it's like a toilet. Me? You should go."

"Hey, hey." A slightly younger man leaned forward mysteriously and lowered his voice, "What do you think, does Fan Zhiyong kill anyone?"

"Ayong is most afraid of his wife. He doesn't even have the courage to go to karaoke together, so how can he have the courage to kill someone?" The old man analyzed seriously and finished the dough stick soon, and didn't forget to lick the greasy fingers.

Yesterday, the news of the discovery of a pregnant woman's body in the Hung Hom Tunnel caused a landmine-like sensation in Hong Kong early in the morning.

The employees of the ice delivery company were very shocked.

Everyone recognized that the ice truck that accidentally dropped the female body in the newspaper was the company's ice truck.

"You can't tell." The young man said, "Now the murderer can't be seen as the murderer."

"Hey, hey, hey, it's 7:50, and you're still eating breakfast here? Don't you have to start work?" Another young man came out from the back door. He pointed at his watch and then at the ice truck. "The bosses are waiting for ice, let's go."

The boss spoke, and immediately four people got on the ice truck to work. When the truck drove away, the boss found that there was a sugar water stall across the street from the ice delivery company.

The glass cabinet of the stall was shiny and new, filled with cans of sugar water, and there was a small wooden table next to it. There was also a large cardboard next to the stall next to it, with the words: fortune telling, sugar water.

Many people had already bought sugar water in the morning.

The owner of the sugar water shop wore an apron with "Chu Ji Sugar Water" written on it. The morning light shone on the stall, and the pair of bare hands holding the sugar water looked white and smooth.

"Wow, so beautiful."

The remaining people shouted in unison.

"When is there a sweet soup stall here?"

"In ancient times, there was a tofu beauty, and now there is a sweet soup beauty. No, I want to go over and buy a bowl of sweet soup too."

"Buy, buy, buy, what are you buying?" The boss glanced at a few people, took out a cigarette box and handed them cigarettes, "Why don't you hurry up and do your work, or I will deduct your wages."

"Got it, don't worry, boss, we will definitely get it done." Brother Ming took the cigarette, smiled and led the people into the building.

The boss was left looking at the sweet soup stall, thought about it, and took a cigarette from the cigarette box and walked over.

He was also curious, there hadn't been fortune tellers in Xicai Street for decades, how could a girl who could tell fortunes and sell sweet soup suddenly come.

Chu Yueqing packed a bowl of sweet soup and handed it to the customer. She looked up at the ice delivery company and saw that the people gathered at the door had dispersed.

She frowned.

Strange.

None of these people was the murderer.

If the ice delivery company was not involved in the murder, why was the body on the ice delivery truck?

She was lost in thought when she was interrupted by a voice.

"Master Chu."

She looked up and saw a Land Rover parked at the sweet soup stall. Wan Cheng was rarely dressed in business clothes. He was dressed in casual clothes with a duck cap. Just by looking at the exposed watch, you could tell that even if it was casual clothes, this outfit was worth a lot of money.

"Mr. Wan?" Chu Yue closed the freezer and smiled, "How do you have time to come here?"

"I just went to Temple Street, and Master Wei said you were here, so I came here to find you." Wan Cheng smiled and asked the driver to drive away so as not to affect the master's business.

After that, he added,

"I wonder if the master is free to help tell a fortune now?"

Hong Kong people like to read newspapers. Wan Cheng is the leader of real estate and often appears in newspapers. The neighbors who originally gathered to buy sweet soup recognized him at a glance. A

young man carrying sweet soup and wearing a hip-hop jacket looked at Wan Cheng from left to right and asked uncertainly: "Excuse me...are you Mr. Wan?"

"I am." Wan Cheng nodded slowly, recalling the polite smile.

Although he is a wealthy man in Hong Kong, he does not have any airs of superiority. Even ordinary people can get his respect.

"Is it really Mr. Wan?" The young man opened his eyes excitedly, holding the sugar water and patting Wan Cheng's arm and laughing, "Wan Sheng, do you know that you are my idol?"

He pointed at the people in the crowd, "Not only that, you are not only my idol, but also their idol. We all know that you went bankrupt in the real estate business before, but you have not been defeated by fate in the past few years. You have come back strongly and launched affordable properties below the market price, so that we ordinary people dare to think about buying a house. It's really amazing."

In addition to expensive villas, Wan Cheng also set up another company specializing in low-cost properties.

Although the price is low, the materials used are better than those of expensive properties. Although the location is not so good, it is cheaper than properties in the same location, so many young people who want to stay in Hong Kong can afford the monthly mortgage.

The first thing Wan Cheng did when he returned to Hong Kong was to shout out the slogan of making houses available for poor people in Hong Kong.

Countless people worship him.

"Miss Chu, you are so amazing that even Mr. Wan wants to ask you for fortune-telling."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, many neighbors came to ask for advice.

"Brother, don't you read newspapers when you have nothing to do?"

"Master Chu's shop is on Temple Street. We call her the fortune-teller of Temple Street. She is very good at fortune-telling."

"Yes, most people in Hong Kong know Master Chu now."

Because of Wan Cheng, more and more people came to watch the dessert stall.

Chu Yueqing was not affected. It was still early anyway, so she smiled and said, "I'm free. Why don't we sit down first and I'll help you calculate."

"Okay." Wan Cheng agreed. He looked at the low stool next to the wooden table and didn't mind that it was tattered. He sat down and took out a check. Someone with sharp eyes counted it and found that it was actually one million Hong Kong dollars.

Hiss.

One million for one fortune.

The neighbors took a breath, the rich man is indeed a rich man.

Wan Cheng reported his birth date.

Chu Yueqing counted on her fingers, then looked up at his face, "It's the old rule to calculate the past first. If Wansheng doesn't want to listen, you can skip it."

Wan Cheng thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Master, please calculate it. I haven't looked back on my past for a long time. Listening to it again, I can dress properly. See if I have made any mistakes in the past, and if I have let anyone down."

Hearing that the past was to be calculated, the onlookers all perked up.

Calculating the first half of the life of a real estate tycoon, isn't it the same as peeking into his journey?

Chu Yueqing calculated with his fingers, "You were young, your parents were helpless, and your family was poor. When you were six years old, your mother fell down the building due to work and became permanently paralyzed, unable to move below the neck. Your father had to take care of you, your sister, and his wife alone, and when you were ten years old, he couldn't stand it anymore and ran away from home, and never came back."

Wan Cheng had heard of Master Chu's amazing calculations a long time ago. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still overwhelmed by his precise calculation ability and nodded, "Master, you are right."

This one right made the neighbors go crazy.

"Oh, seeing that Mr. Wan's business is so big now, I thought his past experiences must have been wonderful."

"I originally heard that Mr. Wan was the son of a wealthy man in Shenzhen, how come his mother is sick and his father is gone?"

They thought that big bosses like Wan Cheng who could eventually make billions must have a happy and wealthy family to support them.

Chu Yueqing shook his head at the neighbors' discussion, "You all guessed wrong."

"Mr. Wan's horoscope is not a good one. It can even be said that he got worse cards than ordinary people at the beginning. His mother is disabled and he has a younger sister. As the older brother, he has to shoulder the burden of supporting his family and his mother at the age of ten."

"You only know that Mr. Wan is rich now, but you don't know that he used to be a beggar to support his family."

In an instant, the originally noisy silence quieted down.

Beggar?

Is it the kind of beggar who kneels on the ground and asks passers-by for money and food?

They really never thought that Wan Cheng, who looks bright and beautiful, was actually a beggar.

Then, they began to worry about Chu Yueqing again.

After all, who would want to have their glamorous appearance torn off? Wan Cheng is rich and powerful, so he wouldn't embarrass the little girl, right?

Facing the doubts of the neighbors, Wan Cheng admitted it openly, with a nonchalant look in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Yes, I was indeed a beggar. No one can always have a smooth life. As long as I can survive and support my mother and sister, being a beggar is not a shameful thing."

The atmosphere was awkward for a long time, and the young man finally came to his senses and said, "Yes, being a beggar is not shameful."

The neighbors gradually understood.

"Wansheng, you were only ten years old back then. You could only pick up some mineral water bottles to sell, and you really couldn't find a job."

"If I were you, I would choose to be a beggar if I had two mouths to feed at home."

"Yes, don't think too much. We still support you."

Chu Yueqing and the other neighbors calmed down a little before continuing to calculate: "You dropped out of school at the age of fourteen and went to work. You were not old enough and your body was too thin to work as well as other adult men, so you went to the dock to carry sandbags. Your wages were half the price of others, but you did twice as much work."

"Over time, you also feel that this is not a solution. Your physical strength will eventually run out, and only the skills that have entered your head will not work. You carry bags during the day, and go to the repair shop at night to watch the mechanics repair cars, and occasionally help the mechanics. The mechanics see that you are young and are willing to help without wages, so they slowly pass on the repair skills to you."

"By the time you are 18, you will be able to repair most of the car problems on the market. So, you will squat on the side of the road at night to help fix cars that have broken down."

In the 1960s, Hong Kong cars were considered fashionable products, and only rich people could afford them.

Wan Cheng chose to learn car repair from among thousands of industries, which is a good idea.

"That's how you earned your first pot of gold and opened a repair shop. But the good times didn't last long. Because of poor management of the repair shop, you lost the principal and owed the bank 3 million. The bank asked you to pay back the debt every day."

"Your mother also passed away at this time, and your wife chose to divorce. You and your sister cried bitterly in front of the huge debt. The next day, your sister found three jobs and worked day and night. You went back to guarding the roadside, helping people repair cars and carry bags by yourself."

When Chu Yuqing thought about this, she paused. She looked at the neighbors and asked, "If it were you, after being a boss and going bankrupt, would you still insist on doing hard work, helping people repair cars and carry bags?"

The young man smiled bitterly, "If it were me, I would probably have found a way to jump into the river."

"Being pressed for debt, his mother dying of illness, his wife divorcing him, facing a life of having nothing, those with poor stress tolerance would have chosen to commit suicide long ago. But Mr. Wan did not do that. He chose to grit his teeth and persevere. Later, he discovered business opportunities again, learned to speculate in real estate and made his first 5 million, and then invested the money in buying land."

"In the first three years, he kept making money, but in the fourth year, the Hong Kong dollar crisis occurred in Hong Kong, and he lost everything again. Later, he worked in other industries to pay off his debts again, and then he was able to enter the real estate industry again, and then he became what you now call the real estate leader."

After listening to the ups and downs of the big boss's life, the neighbors couldn't help but sigh.

No one can persist in such a process.

Fortunately, after all the hardships, Wan Cheng not only paid off his debts but also became rich and became the head of Hong Kong real estate.

The young man was puzzled: "Mr. Wan, those who come to tell fortunes have obsessions in their hearts. You have everything you want now, are you still missing something?"

Chu Yue was a little thirsty, so she got up and got some overnight mung bean tapioca milk from the freezer, sat down again, and swirled the white spoon in the bowl.

"I do have obsessions." Wan Cheng did not hide it in front of the neighbors, "I have suffered a lot along the way, but now that the hardships have been overcome, I have no one to accompany me and I am very lonely. My obsession is to have another child, but I don't seem to be able to have one." As soon

as the words came out,

the whole audience fell silent.

Their expressions were all incredible.

No way, a billionaire real estate tycoon can't have children?

"How could that be? Test tube fertilization is popular overseas now. Have you tried it?"

"I've tried everything, nothing works." Wan Cheng couldn't help but look miserable when he thought about how he and his girlfriend got pregnant. What kind of traditional Chinese medicine did he have to take, and what kind of injections did he have to take to strengthen his body.

He had gone through more than one or two kinds of torture to have a child.

It was chilling to think about it.

He was not obsessed with boys or girls, but even so, he still couldn't have another child.

He looked at the master who was thinking with his chin propped up on his hand, and said painfully: "Master, the issue of children has become a concern for me. I went to the hospital for a check-up, and the data was obviously fine. The doctor also said that I was in good health, but I just couldn't get a woman pregnant."

"What's the problem?"

"Master, please help me calculate, is it my destiny not to have a second child?"

Chu Yueqing counted with her fingers and said: "The problem of not having children is not yours."

"Not me? Could it be the woman?" Wan Cheng was puzzled, "In fact, after divorcing my wife, I have dated many girlfriends. Even if one of them has problems, the others should not."

"It's not the woman's fault." Chu Yueqing shook his head, "The one with the problem is actually your son."

Hearing this.

Wan Cheng's face changed instantly.

Chu Yueqing knew that he was thinking in the wrong direction. After all, he only had one son. If he died, all his property would be left to his only son. If he had a few more children, the property would have to be divided equally, and the only son naturally didn't want that.

"You idiot!" Wan Cheng was so angry that he couldn't help but curse, "If you don't want me to have children, why don't you come and discuss it with me openly. Master, you said that my inability to have children is related to my son. Did he bribe the servants to give me drugs?"

He had heard about some very dirty tricks among the rich a long time ago.

But he didn't expect that one day he would be used on himself by his own son.

The more he thought about it, the sadder Wan Cheng felt. Thinking of his wife leaving him when he was young, and the children he raised while repairing cars actually treated him like this, his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"Don't think too much, it's not the reason." Chu Yueqing said.

Wan Cheng was stunned: "What's the reason?"

Chu Yueqing counted on her fingers and said, "Your son is a veterinarian, right?"

Wan Cheng nodded.

"I originally wanted to send him to Oxford to study finance, and then he would take over my business when he came back. But this traitor said that he had seen too many intrigues in the business world and didn't want to get involved. Compared with humans, animals are simpler, so he became a veterinarian."

"Master, does my inability to have children have anything to do with his profession?"

"Of course it is related." Chu Yueqing put down the spoon. "Let me ask you, in recent years, have you often heard dogs barking outside the window in the middle of the night?" "

Yes." Wan Cheng sighed even louder when he talked about dogs. "I don't know when it started, but I would be woken up by the barking of dogs every night."

"Their barking is vile, as if something dirty has come, and it won't stop until dawn. Over time, I can't sleep well and I have neurasthenia."

"I was thinking of moving to a new house, but even if I moved, they could still find me, as if I had a positioning radar installed on me."

After moving to several places, the dogs still followed him, so Wan Cheng just tolerated them.

After all, it was a life, so he didn't ask the bodyguards to kill it.

"I don't know if it's my illusion." Wan Cheng smiled bitterly, "I seem to be particularly hated by dogs, especially a yellow dog. Every time I go out and get off the car, it will stare at me with its teeth bared, and want to rush up to bite me. Master, is this my illusion?"

"Of course..." Chu Yueqing smiled, "No."

"Your son is a veterinarian, and he usually has to help with pet sterilization operations. Cats are okay, they stay at home more often, and many cats have never experienced that kind of happiness. Naturally, they don't have too much resentment after sterilization, and they go home after waking up from anesthesia. Dogs are different, especially some of them. They have fixed female puppies, and they compete with each other for masculinity every day."

"One of them was a yellow dog. It knew that it was going to be taken away for sterilization by its owner. It bared its teeth and swore at the door of the hospital, and was about to run away. It was about to succeed in escaping, and then it ran into your son."

"Your son is in the veterinary hospital, and is called a human sterilization machine. No pet sent to the hospital can escape."

At that time, the yellow dog ran out of the hospital, and was so excited that its tongue was hanging out. It dragged the leash and ran towards the little female dog across the street. As a result, it was dragged back by Doctor Wan before it was happy for two seconds.

Not only that, the yellow dog resisted so hard that all its limbs were tied up.

"You don't know how broken Xiao Huang's life was when he found that he could no longer play happily with the little bitch after the operation. In the following years, he gathered the dogs in the Kowloon area that were sterilized by your son and began his revenge plan."

At this point, Chu Yuexi smiled, "Your son made them lose their happiness and their offspring, how can they let you have offspring?"

Wan Cheng was shocked. He never thought that he could not have children after suffering so much medical treatment because of these dogs.

"Master, I can't have children, what about my son..."

"Of course I can't have children either." Chu Yuexi smiled, "If you can understand the words of dogs, you and your son will probably hear 10,000 curses every day. When the resentment reaches a certain level, it will take effect."

It is similar to the Taoist words of the spirit, and a master with high magic power can have this ability. Cursed things, every curse is accurate.

Wan Cheng put himself in the shoes

of the dogs and felt that they were indeed miserable. It's okay for dogs that have never felt the pain of being neutered, but dogs that have felt the pain of being neutered will be sterilized for the rest of their lives and will never be able to raise their heads in front of other dogs.

If it were a man...

Wan Cheng shuddered, "Master, what should we do now? As long as there is a chance to make up for them, I will do my best."

"It's actually easy." Chu Yueqing smiled, "You and your son buy a lot of meat and bones, personally find the dogs that you have sterilized, bow to apologize, and then give them the meat and bones that they can't finish eating. If they forgive you, everything will be fine."

Wan Cheng didn't expect that he would have to bow to dogs in his life, and more than one dog at that. His expression was a bit helpless.

But he also knew that Master Chu would not deceive him, so he stood up and bowed after the calculation.

"Thank you, Master. I'll do it when I get home."

"Go ahead."

Wan Cheng waited for Chu Yueqing to nod before he hurriedly got on the Land Rover that had arrived.

The neighbors were talking about it. Those who had dogs were worried that their dogs would take revenge on them.

Chu Yueqing picked up the bowl, scooped up the green bean paste with a spoon and ate a few mouthfuls. She looked at the frightened neighbors and put down the bowl to comfort them.

"Don't be afraid. Most people are thinking about the good of the pets. After all, who would send them for sterilization if they were fine? You treat them well, they know it, and they won't resent you."

Even the dogs that caused the Wan family's infertility only hated the surgeon, and the owner was fine.

However, they were only angry, and when Wan Cheng and his son went to apologize, they quickly chose to forgive.

At this time, there was an old lady in a flowery dress in the crowd. She had dark skin and a thin figure. Seeing that Chu Yueqing was so capable, she looked at the one thousand and one fortune written on the card, gritted her teeth, rolled her eyes, pushed the person next to her away with her butt, took out money from her pocket, and put it on the table with a bang.

"Master, you can also tell a fortune for me."