Chapter 148 Jinjiang First Launch

"Oh?" Bai Mian raised his head. "Then I'd like to learn who this divine being is."

Bai Mian was not provoked by the man's provocation. She just saw that the third host of the day did not show up after waiting for a long time, and she was afraid of wasting the whole afternoon, so she decided to check the man's pulse. After all, it was a live broadcast, and she still had to pursue the effect of the program.

The man showed a contemptuous smile, as if to say "What master, nothing more than this", but he was still afraid that Bai Mian would regret it, so he quickly sat down on the chair in front of Bai Mian and said, "I am here mainly to ask on behalf of my boss. My boss himself is not convenient to show up, so he asked me to take his pulse. My boss wants to know what his future prospects will be like?"

Bai Mian held the man's fair wrist, briefly paused on his pulse with two fingers, and then nodded slowly. It turned out that this man was a celebrity assistant, and the boss he was talking about was the recently popular comedy actor Qi Zian.

Seeing Bai Mian's expression of knowing everything, the assistant quickly made a "huh" gesture to her, signaling her not to say it out loud. Bai Mian smiled and said something meaningful: "There must be someone behind your boss who is helping you."

The assistant blushed a little: "Ha, of course, every successful person will make friends with many noble people, this is not the point, our boss mainly wants to know how he will develop in the future?"

Seeing the assistant's urgent eyes, Bai Mian shook his head: "His journey ends here."

"What?" The young assistant suddenly became nervous and looked at Bai Mian with hostile eyes, as if he suspected that Bai Mian was cursing his boss. After all, Qi Zian had just become famous, and logically speaking, he still had a long way to go.

"Is he going to flip over?" the assistant asked in a low voice.

Bai Mian glanced at the time: "In six hours, he will be splashed with sulfuric acid and disfigured forever."

The assistant took a breath of cool air and took out his cell phone to check the time. Six hours later was exactly the time for Qi Zian's performance to start. Qi Zian became famous through comedy. In order to make money, he started a tour across the country, leading his team to perform comedy in every province. Today he happened to be in Qingshui Town, so he wanted to come to Bai Mian to tell his fortune before the performance started, but he didn't expect to get this result.

The assistant was also in the fan circle, so he knew how crazy the fan circle was. It was not uncommon for people to throw things at others. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked Bai Mian, "Master, is there any way to avoid this disaster?"

Although Bai Mian was reluctant to help this arrogant male star, for the sake of public safety, she still told him the solution: "Of course there is a solution, which is to ask your boss to cancel tonight's event and leave Qingshui Town as soon as possible."

"If we cancel tonight's performance, we'll have to refund the ticket money. There are hundreds of people in the venue and all the tickets have been sold out long ago. If we cancel it now at such a whim, we'll definitely be criticized and become a hot topic on the Internet..." The assistant hesitated and unknowingly revealed his boss's information.

The barrage of comments suddenly became lively. Considering the time and location of the performance, everyone quickly guessed that the mysterious person who came for fortune-telling was the male star Qi Zian.

[It’s him? I’ve been liking him lately and I’m planning to go see his show.]

[Tsk tsk tsk, this is a breach of reputation, he acted like a big shot outside and even let his assistant threaten the master, humph, didn't he watch the live broadcast? Our Master Bai also has fans! ]

[Oh my god, I thought he was someone with some background, but he turned out to be just a comedy star. He really thinks he is a dish. He is so awesome.]

[That's not the case. Please don't scold me. There must be some misunderstanding. I watched Qi Zi'an all the way up on the variety show. He is very talented, sincere and hardworking, and has created many interesting scripts. I believe this person is not him! ]

The assistant lowered his head and thought for a while, then stood up and walked back to the car, reporting the situation to Qi Zian in the back seat. It was unknown what Qi Zian said, but the driver turned the car around and drove away, and that was how they ended this story.

"That's it?" Xia Mang couldn't help but stand up for Bai Mian. "Not paying is fine, but he didn't even say thank you. Is this the quality of a big star? Master, you have such a good temper that you even tell fortunes for such a person. If it were me, I would ignore him!"

Bai Mian explained: "I did this not just for him. If the murderer really went to the scene and sprayed sulfuric acid, it would definitely harm many innocent people."

"But do you think he will listen to your advice?" Xia Mang pouted. "I think his attitude is quite annoying!"

Bai Mian lowered his head and picked up the phone: "Of course he won't, so I still have to take other measures."

While Bai Mian was sending a message, the third fate master of the day arrived. It was a woman holding a little boy in her arms. As soon as she entered the door, the woman began to apologize to Bai Mian in every possible way:

"Oh, Master, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. I really had no choice. I was planning to come here right after lunch today, but my child just wouldn't come. He kept saying he felt uncomfortable, and I was so worried. So I coaxed him for a long time, and finally I managed to get him to come here by coaxing and deceiving him."

As she spoke, the woman pulled the little boy in front of Bai Mian. The boy was probably in elementary school. He was chubby, with a pair of big round and bright eyes, and a big mask on his face. He looked at Bai Mian with resistance in his eyes.

"Are you here to consult me ​​about your child?" Bai Mian asked gently.

The woman nodded. "Yes, my name is Duan Yuying, and this is my son Congcong. Our family story is long. We were originally a happy family of three. But when our child was two years old, we took him to the mall to play. An accident happened in the mall and a fire broke out. I was close to the door and ran away with the child in my arms, but the child's father could not escape. He died in the fire."

The woman lifted her sleeves and said, "The fire burned my right arm and Congcong's face, causing him to have a large pink scar on the lower half of his face. He can only wear a mask when he goes out. After the fire, the mall paid us a lot of money, which was enough to cover Congcong's and mine medical expenses. I raised Congcong by myself."

"The problem started last semester. He should have been in the fourth grade, but he was always sick, coughing and having headaches. He asked for leave every few days. The teacher told me that our child had missed too many classes. If he was still like this after school started, he would have to repeat the grade. I took him to the hospital for several physical examinations, but the results were all normal. The doctor said he couldn't find out what was wrong with him. I wondered if this child was entangled by dirty things?"

"Just at this time, I came across your live broadcast room. Master, I think your calculations are quite effective and the fees are very reasonable, so I brought my children to queue up every day. I have been queuing for a week. Thank God, I finally got the chance."

Seeing the woman's earnest words, Bai Mian did not ask any more questions and directly reached out his hand to the child behind her. However, Cong Cong's eyes became more and more evasive. He shrank back and refused to let Bai Mian take his pulse.

Just when the atmosphere was awkward, Weng Xuhua stepped forward to help. He smiled and held Congcong on his lap, then said to Congcong, "Let me take your pulse, okay?"

Perhaps because of Weng Xuhua's friendliness, Congcong suddenly wasn't so scared anymore. Weng Xuhua felt his pulse and said kindly, "Tell me, Grandpa, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Congcong opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopped. He looked at Duan Yuying, who encouraged him, "Don't be afraid. Just speak out whatever you have to say. This old man is an experienced doctor and will definitely be able to treat you well."

So Congcong said, "I have a headache, a sore throat, weak legs, and I always feel like I can't breathe..."

Congcong described a lot of symptoms, which made Weng Xuhua frown. If so many symptoms appeared in the same person, then this person must have a disordered pulse. But at this moment, Weng Xuhua took Congcong's pulse and felt that his pulse was strong and the rhythm was normal. He was a completely healthy child.

After a long silence, Weng Xuhua let go of Congcong and told Duan Yuying truthfully: "According to the pulse, the child is fine."

Duan Yuying had heard this countless times before. She didn't find it strange, but she still insisted on her own thoughts: "It's impossible. If the child is fine, why would he have pain all day long? There must be some hidden disease that you haven't diagnosed, or the child is entangled by dirty things. Master Bai, please tell me!"

Duan Yuying looked at Bai Mian expectantly. Bai Mian took advantage of Congcong's inattention, grabbed his wrist, and quickly took his pulse. After taking his pulse, Bai Mian said to Duan Yuying, "My master is right. Congcong is indeed not sick. He is very healthy."

Duan Yuying was stunned: "Then why does he always feel uncomfortable?"

Bai Mian: "That's his excuse for not wanting to go to school. Because he was burned, you always feel sorry for him. Whenever he says he's sick, you'll ask for leave so he doesn't have to go to school."

After hearing this, Duan Yuying was immediately furious. She raised her arm and prepared to hit Lele on the spot: "So you were faking illness! You are so successful now that you even dare to lie to your mother. Look at other people's children. Their children go to school normally. Why can't you go? I worked hard to support you to go to school, but you tried to skip school. I was wrong. I got too used to you and made you like this. Today I will discipline you!"

Seeing that Duan Yuying was about to slap Congcong in the face, Bai Mian stopped Duan Yuying's hand and said, "Wait, why don't you ask the child why he doesn't want to go to school?"

Duan Yuying thought, "What other reason could there be? He's just lazy! He wants to play with his phone at home! I usually ask for sick leave for him, and I always see him lying on the bed playing with his phone. I really regret it. I shouldn't have bought him that phone. It's the phone that ruined my child!"

Bai Mian said seriously: "Don't be prejudicial, listen to what the child says first."

Congcong was coaxed by Bai Mian and finally let down his guard. He looked at his mother, and tried to hold back his tears, but he couldn't hold them back anymore and burst into tears:

"They call me the Rift-Mouth!"