Gan glanced at the expense report in Xu Le's hand:
"Why do we need to apply for so much moonstone powder? We don't have an alchemist, so we can't use it all."
"You definitely need to apply for something as inexpensive as moonstone powder. Does Mr. Gan think that other teams without alchemists won't apply?"
"This... is ridiculous. What about this heart energy neutralizing potion
Our team has two Red Moon Warlocks. Apart from other aspects, their mental energy control has always been very stable.
Why do you need so much heart energy neutralizer? This stuff has side effects."
"I don't drink it myself, so I don't care what side effects it has."
Xu Le curled his lips, thinking that Teacher Gan was still too straightforward.
Gan took a few deep breaths and looked at Bai Jing again.
Before Xu Le came, the team's reimbursement was also very... but not like this.
“Forget it, you guys do it, but these are the team’s things, so I won’t interfere.
But Xu Le, you must remember not to be greedy for ill-gotten gains."
Gan was very serious, and Xu Le understood what he meant.
"If you gain something, you must lose something. I know Teacher Gan."
After Gan left, Bai Jing breathed a sigh of relief:
"Gan is such a rigid guy."
Xu Le looked at Gan's leaving figure and said:
"It's not rigidity, it's probably a fear of fate."
"You sorcerers only know how to talk nonsense. What are you talking about? You think you understand, right? Hurry up and do your work."
"Okay." Xu Le falsified the accounts silently.
Half an hour later, Bai Jing looked at the bill and nodded with satisfaction.
"Xu Le, sell the extra mental energy neutralizers you got and give them to Zhou Zimo."
"Zhou Zimo? Has he... retired?"
When Zhou Zimo was mentioned, the previous enthusiastic atmosphere of greed for money dimmed a lot, and Bai Jing shook her head:
“He is still in the hospital and it is too early to say whether he will retire.
But even with the prosthetic limb, his mobility will never be restored, and his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced, so. "
Bai Jing didn't finish her words, but Xu Le already understood what she meant.
"I see."
"Zhou Zimo's personality isn't bad, which means he might not want the money..."
"I know. I'll make things more efficient later."
Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door, and Bai Jing also dropped the topic.
Regardless of her purpose, this practice is always an abuse of power for personal gain for the Lighthouse as a whole.
"Come in."
"Captain, an old man wants to see Mr. Xu Le."
"Looking for me? Who?" Xu Le was a little surprised.
"Yes, an old man in his 60s, dressed very formally, gave me a red envelope, very generously, 10 yuan."
The guard didn't dare to hide the fact that he took the red envelope because more than one person saw it.
Bai Jing nodded to him:
"Okay, take the red envelope yourself. Xu Le, go over and take a look."
"good."
Xu Le nodded. He already had some hunch about the identity of this 60-year-old man, but he couldn't confirm it yet.
"Is the fish caught? It looks like it's a big one."
Yesterday's communication between Gan and him gave Xu Le a lot of inspiration.
The Red Moon Warlock really shouldn't take ill-gotten gains, otherwise, he will suffer the backlash of Gu Yinduo's fate.
Xu Le didn't know what this so-called backlash of fate was, so he asked Gan, but Gan didn't quite understand either.
It probably means bad luck, bad luck, a very vague concept.
However, Gan also said that if you gain something, you must lose something, and you can still take the money that is obtained through righteousness.
Divination itself came into being because of humans.
So we should also serve others.
So the question is, using divination to make some money is something many people do.
Many people have seen fortune tellers selling fortunes for 10 yuan under the overpass, wandering Feng Shui masters at intersections, and the like.
Making people trust you and willingly pay for you is a very delicate issue.
You can't just say to someone when you see him, "Brother, I see there is a black spot between your eyebrows. You will have a bloody disaster within three days, right?"
That definitely won't work.
Where do customers come from
Xu Le thought for a long time before deciding that he needed to demonstrate his abilities in a relatively wealthy, more visible, and more obscure place.
Make some people aware of their abilities and value, and customers will naturally appear.
As for possible threats, he was not too worried.
What is his identity? He is a serious night watchman, the Red Moon Warlock.
If someone dares to touch the night watchman at the lighthouse, it would be like touching a rabbit in China. He must want to die.
The night watchman is the face of the lighthouse. Neither the lighthouse council government nor the night watchman system itself is allowed to challenge the authority of the lighthouse.
The higher-ups won't care about the infighting among the Night's Watch, that's an internal matter.
But if it were outsiders, I'm afraid they would know what the iron fist of justice is.
Xu Le tidied his clothes a little, walked out of the room, and came to the lobby of the Night Watch branch.
An old man in formal attire was standing there.
There were many chairs in the hall, but he did not sit down and waited humbly.
When he saw Xu Le appear, the old man was not overly enthusiastic, but still extended his hand very politely.
"Hello, Mr. Xu Le, we meet again."
The old man was the same old man who was carrying the luggage yesterday, but he was dressed differently this time. When Xu Le saw him, he was also slightly stunned.
He had thought that he might be subject to some investigation and temptation.
But what he didn't expect was that the temptation had already begun when he walked out of the door of the dark alley.
Xu Le was not angry. As a fortune teller, he should maintain his demeanor and posture.
"The probing yesterday was not a decent approach."
The old man actually lowered his head and apologized to Xu Le:
"It is precisely because of my offense yesterday that I came here today to apologize."
The old man took out a red envelope, and Xu Le looked at it but didn't take it.
"I know what you're here for, divination."
"Yes, Mr. Xu Le, I come here with sincerity."
"Come with me first."
The old man was a little hesitant when he saw Xu Le did not take the red envelope, but he had no way of judging what Xu Le was thinking.
Xu Le took the old man to an interrogation room.
Fortune telling in an interrogation room may sound strange, but there is nothing that can be done about it.
As a member of the Night Watch, Xu Le currently does not have his own office.
The only office members are Bai Jing and Gan.
The old man also realized that this was an interrogation room. He asked awkwardly, perhaps because of his inner resistance or because of his concerns about his past:
"Mr. Xu Le, are we going to do divination in the interrogation room?"
“Yes, I’m a new member of the Night Watch, only 20 years old, and I’ve just joined for a short time, so I don’t have my own office.
It’s nice here, at least it’s quiet, right?”
Xu Le had already entered the ethereal state. The calmness and calmness in his eyes infected the old man, and he nodded:
"Yeah, at least it's quiet here."
"Okay, tell me your name first."
The old man hesitated for a moment, but still told Xu Le his real name:
"My name is Zhou Tianming, I am 62 years old, and my birthday is..."
"No, I'm not a fortune teller. I don't look at those things, and I don't need them."
"Oh, okay." Zhou Tianming rubbed his hands awkwardly.
At some point, he also doubted whether Xu Le was really capable of divination, but Xu Le's indifference from beginning to end, and what he said in the rain yesterday, deeply moved him.
Looking at the old man's humble attitude, Xu Le felt a little strange.
At 62, although I may not think I’m old, I’m not that old.
But the old man in front of him doesn’t look like he is 62 years old.
Although his body was straight, his slightly trembling steps and fingers indicated his weak physical condition.
disease
Xu Le took out the Gu Yinduo cards from his arms, shuffled them casually, and placed them in front of the old man.
"Draw a card."
"good."
Zhou Tianming drew out a card. There was a gorgeous woman on the front of the card, but her lower body was like a spider.
Black Card-Spider
Positive: disease, struggle, torture
Reverse: Cocoon
Xu Le took the card and glanced at the old man. Without asking anything, was there already a sign
"What do you want to know?"
Zhou Tianming hesitated for a moment. At this moment, he seemed to have regained his former demeanor and style, and said calmly:
"I want to know, how long can I live?"
Xu Le nodded and drew a drop of ancient sound energy and placed it on the card.
The thread of fate suddenly appeared.
At the same time, in the ancient sound multi-perspective, Zhou Tianming's appearance has become a complete combination of pixels.
There are many dark areas, ankles, right arm, and occasional black spots on the head.
But these are not the most serious areas. The most serious areas are the stomach and kidneys.
Both places were completely dark.
Without any hesitation, Xu Le placed his finger on the thread of his destiny.
But I found that the display of fate was not complete.
"Draw another one."
"good."
Black Card-Marionette
Xu Le frowned slightly as he looked at the second card. Zhou Tianming's situation was really complicated!
"Draw another one."
"Still smoking?"
"smoke."
The old man drew a third card.
Black Card-Black Sheep Girl
Xu Le was a little depressed, because none of the three cards the old man had any positive meaning.
What kind of life has this guy been through
However, after drawing three cards, the thread of his destiny was finally complete, and Xu Le finally saw the picture.
Zhou Tianming in the world of destiny sat on an armchair. He kept glancing at the three people around him, with suspicion in his eyes, yet with the tenderness common to old men.
A kneeling young woman was handing him tea. The tea released strong energy and she brought a deadly poison!
Then there was the lady sitting on the side, who was telling Zhou Tianming to eat, but the food was also a dark black color, and she brought disease.
A man stood behind Zhou Tianming, he was about 30 years old and looked somewhat similar to Zhou Tianming. He stared at the kneeling woman and then at Zhou Tianming. He brought conspiracy.
After these three people influenced Zhou Tianming's fate.
Disaster was born.
Loosening the thread of fate, Xu Le took a deep breath and blinked several times in succession.
The main reason is that Zhou Tianming’s situation is a bit complicated. Just the fleeting scene of fate has made him imagine a TV drama in his mind, and he needs to digest it.
"Mr. Xu Le, is there any result?"
Xu Le nodded first, then shook his head at Zhou Tianming:
"I'm not a doctor, nor am I the fortune teller you imagine, so I can't be sure when you will die."
"Is that so... Thank you, Mr. Xu Le."
Zhou Tianming's expression was a little gloomy, but he didn't waste any time and put the red envelope on the table in the interrogation room.
Then he took out a check, quickly wrote the number 2000 on it, and prepared to leave.
Xu Le looked at the red envelopes and checks on the table, and an indescribable feeling arose in his heart.
“So, this is one of those good deeds you do every day?”
Xu Le called Zhou Tianming.
"Wait, even though I don't know when you will die, I still have something to tell you, for example, something you really want to confirm."
Zhou Tianming, whose eyes were already a little gloomy, suddenly raised his head.
"What did Mr. Xu Le know?"
We must remain in awe of fate and guide it, not tell it. After organizing his words a little, Xu Le said in the most concise words:
“Your suspicions and guesses are correct and real.
Disaster is coming. Before it happens, think carefully about what to do next."
After hearing Xu Le's words, Zhou Tianming suddenly clenched his fists. He was shocked and unbelievable at first, but finally became indifferent and painful.
"For a moment just now, I even doubted Mr. Xu Le. Haha, it's a bit ridiculous.
If you didn't have a very simple background and a bright future, there would be no need for you to get involved in these messes in my family.
I don't think I'm willing to believe you, so please accept the money."
Zhou Tianming took out another check and quickly wrote the number 3,000 on it. The two checks totaled 5,000 yuan.
The moment Xu Le's heart was moved, his eyelids twitched.
I can still vividly remember how Gan preached to me. If you gain something, you must lose something. Don't be tempted by money.
After adjusting his mindset a little, Xu Le pushed the check back:
"Although I am also short of money and want these two checks, Mr. Zhou has already paid for them."
Xu Le picked up the red envelope on the table and shook it in front of Zhou Tianming.
"This is to make up for yesterday..."
“No, this is the fee for divination for me, if Mr. Zhou wants to compensate.
Then give my companions two more red envelopes. I like the color red, it is festive."
"Ah? Okay."
Zhou Tianming was no exception. In order to prepare for the meeting with Xu Le, he asked his subordinates to prepare several kinds of red envelopes.
He took out two, stuffed 100 yuan into each, and pushed them to Xu Le.
"Is that all?"
"It's all right, Mr. Zhou. Do one good deed a day and you will avoid one disaster a month.
If our so-called divination is just for making money, then the god of fate will play tricks on us."
"Thank you, I know what to do. In that case, I'll take my leave now, ahem."
Zhou Tianming nodded and thanked him. Before leaving, his eyes became sharper and he seemed to have regained the demeanor of a gangster boss.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Xu Le reminded him again:
"Mr. Zhou can go to the hospital to check his stomach and kidneys. The situation may not be as bad as you think."
Zhou Tianming was stunned, and immediately realized that this was Xu Le's reminder of his physical condition:
"Does Mr. Xu Le have any place to recommend?"
"Well, I think the clinic in our branch is pretty good. Although it can't even be called a small hospital, the doctors there are very good."
“The doctors at the clinic are very good… I understand. Thank you Mr. Xu Le for your advice.
Mr. Xu Le, is there anything else I can help you with
This is my personal thanks, it has nothing to do with this divination, and it does not involve money. "
Hearing Zhou Tianming say this, Xu Le thought for a while:
"I bought something in a dark alley yesterday."
"I know. A pocket watch."
Xu Le nodded. It seemed that Zhou Tianming had thoroughly investigated him before coming to him.
"I want to find the owner of this pocket watch. His name is Wang Beichuan. He might be a watchmaker."
"I will do my best in this matter."
"Thank you very much."
As soon as he walked out of the door, Zhou Tianming's subordinates immediately surrounded him.
"Boss, what do we do now?"
"To the hospital."
"Then I'll make arrangements now."
Zhou Tianming suddenly stopped and looked at Lao Liu, his subordinate who had followed him for many years.
It seems like I haven’t called his name, Wu Liu, for many years.
He thought of Xu Le's words, and all his doubts were correct.
Thinking about it carefully, I don’t think I have ever doubted Wu Liu, so Wu Liu should be a trustworthy person
Zhou Tianming sighed. After a life of ups and downs, there were actually few people he could trust. It was really ridiculous.
"No need to arrange it, Liuzi, take me to the Night Watchman's Clinic in front."
"Ah? Public places are all shabby and run-down. Do you really want to go there?"
"go."
When the two arrived at the Night Watch Clinic, they discovered that this place was not just an ordinary run-down place...
The old walls, the old security guard who costs 2.58 million yuan, and the auntie who collects parking fees, none of them looks bad.
Before Liuzi could stand still, the aunt watching the car pushed him away:
"If you don't want to stop, go away and don't get in my way here."
Liu Zi tried to speak but didn't say anything in the end. He looked at Zhou Tianming and asked with a slightly aggrieved look:
"Boss, this place is so shabby, and the people here are more arrogant than us gangsters, is this okay?"
"They are from the Night Watch system. They are naturally a bit arrogant since they eat government food. As for the facilities here... they are a bit shabby, but I heard that the doctors here are very good."
Zhou Tianming comforted Liuzi and also comforted himself at the same time.
Just queue up, get a number and see the doctor.
When he saw the internist, Zhou Tianming felt nervous again.
The doctor who treated him didn't have any expert plaque, or a bunch of thank-you banners posted on the door.
In a word, chaos.
The room was a mess, the environment was a mess, and the doctor himself was a mess.
The internist has one leg that is longer than the other, one is broken and the other is also broken, and both have prosthetic limbs.
It's just that one of them was broken at the calf and the other was broken at the thigh.
Only half of the doctor's hair was left, and it wasn't a natural baldness. It looked like it had been burned by chemicals.
A large number of scars ran along his scalp and continued onto his face, making the doctor look very ugly.
When it was Zhou Tianming's turn, the doctor shouted:
"Zhou Tianming?"
"I am here."