"Teacher, your luck isn't very good today. You'd better be more careful and try not to meddle in other people's affairs, so as not to bring unnecessary trouble upon yourself."
Lin Xi spoke so directly that it was impossible for Professor Huang not to understand.
He looked surprised.
"Lin Xixue, can you tell fortunes?"
Professor Huang suddenly became interested.
"Then what else have you figured out for me?"
Although the method he studied had little to do with metaphysics, it was somewhat related.
He knew that in ancient times, there were many people who were good at metaphysics and fortune-telling. Even the families of ancient kings, princes, generals and ministers would specially enshrine such people as national teachers, and their status was quite high.
Of course, he does have real skills.
It's just that Professor Huang didn't expect that one of his students could tell fortunes.
Upon hearing this, Lin Xi glanced at Professor Huang.
"You can calculate other things, but if you calculate again, you'll have to pay."
This was also because Professor Huang had worked hard to educate them and was giving him this reminder for free.
Professor Huang: “…”
Well, putting aside Lin Xi's abilities, this posture seemed to be carved out of the same mold as some masters.
However, he was a bit busy today, so if he wasn't busy, he would have planned to continue chatting about this topic with Lin Xi.
After all, he was indeed quite interested in fortune-telling.
"Then let's talk about it another day when we have time. You must calculate it for the teacher properly then."
Professor Huang laughed, then packed up his things and left.
There was nothing else he could do next. He had to return the thing to his old friend immediately, otherwise if something went wrong in his hands later, the money he had would not be enough to pay him back.
Professor Huang quickly picked up his things and went to the parking lot, and then he arrived at the residential complex where his old friend lived smoothly.
He had met this old friend ten years ago, when he was only thirty years old and had just started studying archaeology. He was very interested in antiques and artworks.
But he doesn't have much money and can't afford it himself, but that doesn't stop him from going to the market whenever he has time.
The antique market in the early 2000s was quite hot and crazy, with many people hoping to get rich overnight by picking up bargains.
Professor Huang is actually a worldly person, but after wandering around for a few days, he found that there were only a handful of good things to be picked up. The owners of the stalls in the market were not fools and would put those good things out for people to take away.
So the things that are displayed in public are actually not that good, and you will be cheated if you are not careful.
Of course, if there are good ones, the price will naturally go up.
Professor Huang's old friend was also there to buy something and was almost cheated by the seller. Professor Huang couldn't bear it and gave some advice from the side.
The old friend suddenly realized and was not deceived.
Afterwards, I was very grateful to Professor Huang, and the two of them became friends after visiting each other.
After so many years, that good friend made a lot of money and opened a medium-sized company. Now that he is old, he has handed over the company to his son and started semi-retirement mode.
When Professor Huang saw his old friend downstairs, he called him, but for some reason the other party did not answer.
Professor Huang felt strange.
Didn’t he say in the morning that he would return the things in the afternoon? Calling him was just to let him know that he was coming.
Now my friend doesn't answer the phone, maybe he doesn't have his phone with him.
He didn't think much about it and just went upstairs.
After arriving at my old friend's floor, I soon saw that his door was wide open.
Professor Huang found it funny.
This old guy probably knew I was coming and opened the door in advance.
He walked forward with a smile, and just as he walked to the door, he heard a crackling sound from inside, as if something was smashed.
Then I heard angry cursing and crying.
"Son, wake up and stop smashing it!"
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