Chapter 206: Disaster is coming? Find Boss Zhang!

"boom--"

Accompanied by a huge impact, the screen was filled with debris, and then the dazzling light bloomed again, and the whole world seemed to fall into silence at this moment.

The old man was surrounded by a group of young faces.

Everyone looked dazed and shook their heads in despair.

It was completely unexpected, and as of now, nothing can stop the disaster.

"On New Year's Eve."

New Year’s Eve is the eighteenth day after New Year’s Day. Including today, there are still twenty-one days left.

"Wan Lao, it seems that disaster is inevitable."

A man who seemed to have more experience shook his head helplessly. His name was Yan Xin.

"Actually, actually, it would be great if this location could be moved. Why is it in this place? Why?"

The old man is Wan Changqing, and he is the director of the Institute of Astronomy.

At this moment, the whole person was pointing in one direction, and his eyes, which were originally full of hope, became dim at this moment.

He kept waiting for a miracle.

There was no miracle.

"Mr. Wan, we really can't delay any longer and need to report this immediately. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, no one will be able to bear the consequences!"

Yan Xin is a researcher and deputy director of the Institute of Astronomy. They have to quickly notify everyone to prepare for the disaster.

"Alas, I have studied astronomy and celestial bodies all my life, but I never thought that I would encounter a real meteorite falling on my homeland."

Wan Changqing sighed again, his mood was extremely complicated at this moment.

"Teacher Wan, the direction of the meteorite's fall happened to be Chunjiang. Of course, I am not superstitious, but don't you think it is too coincidental? Why did it happen to be in this place and overlap with the location of Zhang Lingtian's Ping An Funeral Shop? Is it really related to Boss Zhang?"

There are still many young faces in the Institute of Astronomy.

Now, another bold member has expressed his doubts.

Because it was such a coincidence for him, it happened to be where Boss Zhang was.

It turned out that thanks to the current advanced technology, they discovered a meteorite flying towards their Earth.

During this time they have been waiting for each other's trajectory to change.

That did not happen.

At the opponent's current speed and route, he will eventually fall into Chunjiang River.

In the demonstration video, the Chunjiang plate is all red, and the meteorite is also very large, so large that probably one third of the entire city can be directly affected.

"If this isn't superstition, what is it? You can't possibly say that Zhang Lingtian is going to use the lives of Chunjiang residents as his own achievements!"

Wan Changqing spoke to his student in an unpleasant tone, almost rolling his eyes.

All the astronomy knowledge I learned for so many years has gone to waste? Can this be blamed? "Ah? Teacher, you actually know Boss Zhang?"

However, after Wan Changqing said this, many of the students present looked extremely shocked.

You know, the director of their institute is eighty years old this year.

He's a little old man type.

It’s incredible that an eighty-year-old man knows Boss Zhang, who has only been famous for less than a year.

"I'm just old, not out of touch with society. Mr. Zhang from Ping An Funeral Shop must have known about this, but I can't blame him for this. This is a rare natural disaster for mankind."

Wan Changqing sat in a chair, took a rest, and expressed his thoughts.

He definitely doesn't believe that Boss Zhang is trying to make up for the loss.

Because years of reason and experience have told him that as long as people exist in the society we can see now, they absolutely do not have the ability to control the universe, galaxies, or meteorites.

From the above, we can see that Zhang Lingtian naturally does not have this ability. At most, he knows some metaphysics of the five arts.

He also knew the old oriental man from the Institute of Ancient Culture.

The other party is obsessed with the study of the five arts and metaphysics. He also said that in the ancient times of the country, there were indeed people who had learned the essence of it and were able to do this and make very accurate predictions.

So he believes that Zhang Lingtian's prediction is true.

But I just don’t know which faction’s calculation technique the other party is specializing in.

After all, a hundred flowers bloomed at that time.

Of course, at that time he asked the old man from the East in a rather funny way, that is, whether the other party could also make accurate predictions.

As a result, the other party rolled his eyes at him.

He said that he was a scholar who only studied this culture and had never put it into practice.

Researching theory and practicing are two different things.

However, he did put it into practice, and said that his calculations were 60% accurate. You have to know that he had not studied it systematically.

So this old man firmly believes in the art of prediction.

Wan Changqing is the same now. He also thinks that Zhang Lingtian’s predictions are just relatively accurate at best.

In fact, he is just an ordinary person.

If there really is someone who can control the life and death of others, then there is no need for that person to live within the existing rules.

Because there are many restrictions in the existing rules.

"Teacher, do you think we should talk to Boss Zhang and see what he thinks? After all, his new business is to give us guidance. We should need his guidance, right?"

Some students suggested to Wan Changqing that he should go to Boss Zhang, perhaps he could provide some constructive ideas.

"I'll think about this matter again. You should also keep your mouth shut and follow the arrangements of the relevant departments as much as possible. Don't cause unnecessary panic."

Wan Changqing had his own plans for finding Zhang Lingtian, and he also explained it to his students.

The evacuation of a modern metropolis must be carried out in an orderly manner, otherwise it will become a real mess.

"clear."

Everyone nodded slightly. Everyone knew that this matter was of great significance. After all, it concerned a city.

"Okay, everyone go and do your own thing."

Wan Changqing called out to everyone and asked them to go about their own business.

After everyone left, Wan Changqing stared at the display screen.

Is there really no hope at all?

He muttered to himself.

It was morning now and the funeral procession had already finished breakfast.

"Boss, all the lucky funeral items have been sent out. Do you want to start a live broadcast to tell everyone?"

There were a total of twelve lucky funeral items that had been held back and they were all sent out at this moment. This was mainly because the production capacity of the funeral shop had caught up, otherwise it would be unknown how long it would take to send them out.

"Didn't they say that there would be a lucky audience member coming to meet you in the morning?"

Zhang Lingtian was a little confused because Xiaohan told him that the lucky audience had an appointment in the morning.

"Yes, we can arrange to broadcast live in the afternoon and conduct reception in the morning. Of course, it depends on whether you are willing to do so, boss, because it may be a little tiring."

Jiang Xiaohan looked at her boss.

"Then let's talk about it after we're done with our work this afternoon. When is the time you agreed to meet with them? I didn't have time to ask."

Zhang Lingtian looked at Jiang Xiaohan.

The funeral shop recently held a lottery and another person was chosen.

But this person said that he wanted to come to his house in person to ask questions about his son, so Zhang Lingtian made time for him.

The main thing is that I don’t know how long the other party will spend asking questions.

If the question takes too long, he won't be able to make arrangements in the afternoon.

"It's half past ten in the morning. The other party should be here in about an hour."

Jiang Xiaohan replied.

After Zhang Lingtian found out that there was still more than an hour left, he relaxed a little because there was still time.

Half past ten.

Two figures, one old and one young, appeared at the door of the funeral shop. One was mature and steady, and the other was childish but handsome.

"Kid, no matter what happens when you go in, you have to stay calm, okay?"

The mature and steady man reminded his son beside him.

"Uh-huh."

The boy nodded slightly.

Although I am only in grade 6.

Only eleven years old.

But now I am much more sensible.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Like a little adult.

And at this moment, there was light in his big eyes.

The purpose of the father and son coming here today is to find the answer.

"If Mr. Zhang doesn't support it, no matter how much we love it, we should act like a man and let it go! Can you promise dad?"

The man looked at his son and patted him on the shoulder.

"Yeah! A bunch of people promised dad! Let's break up the mess!!"

The boy's name is Lan Yiqun, and his father's name is Lan Ren. At this moment, the other party answered very firmly in front of his father.

Because if this approach really doesn't work, then he won't insist and just treat the other person as an amateur hobby, because he is also tired during this period.

Even after being rejected in various ways, I didn't know how to play it anymore.

"Good job! Go!!"

The father and son walked into Ping An Funeral Shop at the same time.

"Is this Mr. Lan Ren?"

When Jiang Xiaohan saw the two people coming in, she immediately stepped forward to greet them.

"Yes, Assistant Jiang, I'm really sorry. My father and I have added to your workload."

Lan Ren apologized very politely, saying that the main thing was that he had to ask the person in person.

"It's not a problem, it's not a problem. And since you were chosen, it's fate, as our boss said. Please come in."

Jiang Xiaohan said with a smile on his face that it was still okay for now and the workload was not too heavy.

If the boss opens up his own permissions in the future, for example, to attract a dozen lucky audiences a day, that would be a different story.

"Thank you, Sister Xiaohan."

Lan Yiqun is a very sweet-talker.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Please go in quickly. Our boss is waiting inside. You can ask questions directly once you go in."

Jiang Xiaohan brought the two to the door of the reception room.

“Boom boom boom.”

She knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Since it was an agreed time, Zhang Lingtian also prepared tea.

Anyone who comes is a guest.

Since the other party is here, he must entertain him well.

"Mr. Zhang."

Lan Ren greeted Zhang Lingtian. This was the first time he saw Zhang Lingtian in person. He was so handsome.

How could such a person have no girlfriend?

It's really outrageous!! But after thinking about it, it's not necessarily that the other party has high requirements.

Just don't look like a normal woman like him.

"Please sit down, and let's get straight to the point. What do you want to ask? Is it about your future studies?"

Zhang Lingtian went straight to the point.

After all, it is to complete the mission of pointing out the way with insight.

【Discerning: 8/10. 】

He was greedy because there were only two left and then he could get the reward again.

"Mr. Zhang, to be honest, a group of people in my family are currently learning the piano. I am also a musician, but I play the erhu."

Lan Ren also spoke directly to the point. After all, Mr. Zhang had told him to be more direct. There was no way he could be hesitant and waste both parties' time at this time.

"Oh? Is your child having trouble learning the piano?"

Zhang Lingtian immediately became interested when he heard this. He actually had a skill prediction.

See if the other person has the potential to learn piano.

"Yes, my child encountered some problems in learning piano, so I found a teacher to help teach my child piano. This teacher is also a professional teacher in the industry. As a result, my child was scolded all the time, and even insulted in various ways. People think that my child has no talent. I am not the kind of blindly confident parent, but I think my child is really talented in learning piano."

Lan Ren said to Zhang Lingtian at this moment.

Although he plays the erhu, I can still feel that my son has a strong talent.

So he seemed very aggrieved about this matter.

"oh?"

Zhang Lingtian frowned.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, I plan to major in art, but our teacher doesn't think very highly of me."

Lan Yiqun, who used to be clear-headed at his age, now seemed a little unconfident when speaking.

Because he started practicing the piano when he was two or three years old, and after he was six years old, he has been practicing for six hours a day until today.

But he was completely denied by his teacher.

"Recently, there was an international piano competition held in the European Federation. We were all preparing for this competition, but when selecting the contestants, the teacher actually rejected our group and selected others to participate. This made me very haggard. Could it be that our child really has no talent for learning piano?!"

Lan Ren continued to speak, and he felt very aggrieved when he mentioned this matter.

The scene that always came to his mind was the one where the female teacher, with whom he had a fairly good relationship, told him in a very serious manner that his son had no talent at all and that he shouldn't come to learn the piano.

"So you want me to give your son a piece of advice?"

Zhang Lingtian roughly knew the man's intention of coming here.

"Yes, we followed you after hearing that Boss Zhang could give us some advice. We didn't expect to be selected. We think this might be a fate specially arranged by the heavens."

Lan Ren really didn't expect that he would be selected as a lucky audience member.

It was just like a dream.

It's outrageous to the extreme.

"I can certainly give some advice on this kind of thing, but I don't know if it's accurate or not. And you know my rules, right?"

Zhang Lingtian felt that he had evolved into a fortune teller.

But in order to complete the system's tasks, it is not shabby.

This can be considered as helping others.

As for why they say it is accurate or not, I don't know. As a person, you should always leave a way out. What if you say it so firmly and it turns out to be inaccurate? "Whether it is accurate or not, we believe you, Mr. Zhang. My son's video has just been sent to your account."

Lan Ren didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

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(End of this chapter)