Chapter 211: Only one divination per day, one divination worth 100 million
No wonder these shareholders flocked to her house like dogs smelling meat.
She was welcomed so respectfully and the position of president was offered to her with both hands, just to make her pay.
Considering the Lu family’s wealth, they shouldn’t be unable to take out the 1.3 billion yuan. How come they can’t even pay the company’s employees’ salaries?
I can't believe that the illustrious Lu Group is now just a shell company, with outstanding payments and wages in arrears.
Now that she has become the heir, all the debts fall on Meng Fuling.
The five million yuan penalty for breach of contract has not been paid off yet, and now there is another 1.3 billion yuan debt.
It turned out that she was not destined to be rich. A group of shareholders looked at her and waited for her to speak.
"Okay, I understand!" She took a deep breath and agreed.
Seeing that she agreed, the group of shareholders left with satisfaction: "President, you must hurry up to get tomorrow's salary."
The employee salaries and bonuses for just three months amounted to 100 million yuan. Where could she get so much money overnight?
Assistant Wang Zheng looked at her, hesitant to speak, and felt a little distressed when he saw her frail and unable to take care of herself.
"President!" He whispered, "Actually, given your relationship with Third Master Qin, he should be willing to help you with a mere 100 million."
What? Ask her to ask Qin Muchen for money? Meng Fuling is not that kind of person.
"No need!" She responded indifferently. For now, she decided to make money by fortune-telling.
She opened the live broadcast room without saying a word, and the number of fans flocked in and soared instantly.
The background is full of messages, it is completely full with 999+.
[Congratulations to my master for inheriting a 100 billion fortune and becoming the new president of the Lu Group.]
[My master will be the most powerful female CEO in the capital. Not only people, but even dogs passing by will kowtow to her three times.]
[Now that I'm a boss, I wonder if I won't do live fortune-telling anymore.]
"Of course, Master, you'll be worth hundreds of billions in the future, so why would you still be interested in a fortune teller's trivial things?"
[No, without the master's live broadcast, how can I get through the long night? ]
Meng Fuling looked at these discussions, and the live broadcast room exploded as soon as she appeared.
She hadn't been online for the past three days, and everyone in Kyoto thought she had become the president and stopped live streaming.
"I'll continue the live broadcast of fortune-telling today. Today I'll only tell one fortune, and each fortune will cost 100 million!"
Seeing that all the fans were exploding, Meng Fuling became the boss: "Lu Group owes 1.3 billion in debt."
Live streaming is his main job, and being a president is just a side job. His fans suddenly became eerily quiet, and then started to flood the screen with messages.
[What? The Lu Group is already in debt? Are you asking my Master to fill the gap?]
[Did I hear that correctly? Known as the most miserable CEO in history, the master of sympathy for thirty seconds!]
"One hundred million, isn't that three thousand yuan per divination? This is simply an exorbitant price! Are you sure it's not the ghost money from the Tiandi Bank?"
[What kind of joke is this? What kind of fool is willing to pay 100 million for a fortune-teller?]
[That's right, Master. I don't think anyone will come to your divination today.]
The live broadcast room instantly exploded again. Meng Fuling pulled her chin and curled the corners of her lips into a faint smile: "Here I come!"
As expected, a fan named 'Lang Lang loves Ya Ya' in the live broadcast room requested to connect online.
Meng Fuling connected the connection and saw a woman sitting in front of the camera.
The woman had a sallow and decadent complexion, and her hair was messy, despite being in her thirties.
Wearing baggy pajamas and with dark circles under his eyes, he seemed to be in great pain.
"Master!" Seeing that the video was connected, her eyes flickered and some people became excited.
"I finally waited for you to come online, please save my son!"
The woman took out her phone without hesitation and said, "I'm willing to pay 100 million yuan for the divination, as long as you can save him."
I was just saying that some sucker would be willing to pay 100 million for fortune telling, and now it’s happening?
The fans in the live broadcast room just looked at her face and instantly recognized him the next second.
[Oh my god, isn't she the famous actress Qin Shuya? I almost didn't recognize her dressed like this.]
[Yes, it really is her. She was trying to save his son just now? She's actually married and has a child?]
[What a huge piece of gossip! This is so explosive! Qin Shuya has always claimed to be single, and now she has a son?]
[She hid it so well. Previously, there were rumors online that Qin Shuya had close ties with some of the "gangsters" in the Beijing circle.]
[Queen Qin has been in the industry for over a decade, so naturally she's wealthy. No wonder she's able to offer a 100 million yuan fortune.]
"Now I just want to know who my goddess married. I want to punch someone right now."
Fans in the live broadcast room immediately revealed her identity, and unexpectedly it was the popular film actress Qin Shuya.
She has won the Golden Panda Award for Best Actress three times and has starred in several classic film and television dramas.
In front of such a big shot, Meng Fuling, the former 18th-tier star, is not even worthy of his support.
She didn't care at all about being recognized. With her scarlet eyes, she begged, "Master, please."
"Don't worry!" Meng Fuling looked at her face and calculated with her fingers: "Don't worry, your son is fine at the moment."
Hearing this, she became even more anxious: "But, he has been in a coma for more than a month and has not woken up yet."
"I've consulted many doctors, but they all say they don't know the cause. I even consulted a Taoist master, but they can't do anything."
"I know, let me see the child first." Meng Fuling comforted.
Qin Shuya opened the door of the villa's bedroom with her cell phone in hand. A boy of seven or eight years old was lying on the big bed in the room.
The child was motionless with his eyes closed, breathing evenly and with a normal complexion, and he did not look sick.
"Master, this is my son Lang Lang!" She was so nervous that her face turned pale.
There was no hostility or death in him. Meng Fuling squinted her eyes and looked at him for a while.
"Did Lang Lang get a severe shock and fainted and never woke up?"
"Yes!" Qin Shuya immediately said: "Last month, I was not at home, and Lang Lang was playing at home alone."
"It was a bad day with lightning and thunder, and he suddenly fainted and never woke up again."
"Master, could it be that my son is already dead?" She became even more panicked in disbelief.
Meng Fuling said slowly: "He is not dead, he just lost his soul!"
"What?" Qin Shuya was stunned and looked incredulous: "Lost soul?"
"The three souls and seven spirits are present at birth. Even if life span has not yet ended, there is still a chance that the soul and spirit will leave the body."
The child is young and it is possible that he or she may be frightened by thunder at home and have his or her soul leave the body.
"Normally, the soul will return to the body after leaving it, but Lang Lang did not return."
"His soul must have lost its way and is trapped in a certain space, unable to leave."
"Return to your body before the 49th day, or your soul will be damaged."
"Master, where did Lang Lang's soul go?" Qin Shuya pleaded, "Please help me save my son."
"I'll be there right away!" Meng Fuling asked her to send the address over, stood up and prepared to leave.
Seeing her about to go out with the big rooster in her arms, Wang Zheng looked at her in surprise.
"Boss, where are you going?" He had been watching for a long time and was truly amazed.
"Of course, we have to go to Qin Shuya's house, find his son's soul and return it to his body!"
"Don't just stand there. Go prepare the car and come with me." She said, holding Xiaoman and leaving the office.
"Ah?" Wang Zheng's expression froze. He was the president's assistant, but now he had become a charlatan's henchman.
He had no choice but to make a quick phone call, as tomorrow's salary for all the group's employees was a matter of great concern.
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