Doctors pay attention to seeing, hearing, and inquiring, and the same is true of Taoism.
At first glance, Lin Jiusheng had already figured out the root of this person's illness.
"No, that's Boss Chen." Old Qian said with a look at Lin Jiusheng.
Lin Jiusheng had already understood, and nodded.
This man is a little fatter than the old Qian, and his hair is falling out of the ordinary. He looks like he is in his sixties.
But Lin Jiusheng understood that this man was actually around forty years old and 137. The reason for this was that he had absorbed his essence.
"Oh, Boss Qian, you are finally here. If you don't come again, I'm going to smash your door." Boss Chen said as he walked towards Old Qian.
Just a few steps, the whole person almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, the bodyguard behind him hurriedly helped him up.
"Boss Chen is not in good health, so don't come here, we just need to come." Old Qian said concerned.
Open the door of the coffin shop quickly, and after opening the door, I invited Boss Chen and others in.
Boss Chen ordered the bodyguards to help unload the contents of the pickup truck.
"Boss Qian, did you arrange what I asked you to do?" Boss Chen said with a smile.
The old Qian yelled and patted his forehead, "Look at my memory, I almost forgot to introduce someone."
After saying this, Old Qian hurriedly stretched out his hand and pointed at Lin Jiusheng: "This is the person I invited, Lin Jiusheng, Lin Daoist."
Boss Chen kept his eyes swept over Lin Jiusheng, did not speak, and frowned slightly.
Obviously, Lin Jiusheng was a little dissatisfied with his age. After all, he was too young, so I followed the principle of seeing a Chinese medicine doctor. The more old Chinese medicine doctors prove, the more proficient they are and the better their medical skills.
What a master can become at this young age, and Boss Chen knows his affairs very well in his heart.
I have invited several old Taoist leaders before, even the most famous old Taoist in Jiangcheng, but they couldn't do anything about them. Not only that, but also scared each Taoist leader crazy.
Can a twenty-four-year-old young Taoist master succeed
The old money has been in the society for many years, and he is also an old fox. How can he not understand what Boss Chen is thinking, he casts a look at Lin Jiusheng, and asks him to show his hands quickly.
Lin Jiusheng knew this too. When he first saw Boss Chen, he had already figured out Boss Chen's symptoms in his heart.
But you still have to play both hands, or
However, it is not strong enough to say it directly.
Lin Jiusheng walked around Boss Chen with his hands behind his back.
Then he pondered for a while, and Lin Jiusheng pointed to Boss Chen’s chest, “Every time at one point, does Boss Chen always dream of a woman and do things between men and women? Is there a palm mark on his chest and stomach?”
"No matter how you wash it, there is no way to wash it off. With the passage of time, does Boss Chen feel that he is weak, his eyesight is reduced, and he is unstable when he walks."
Before Lin Jiusheng finished speaking, Boss Chen brushed it, stood up from the stool, and looked at him with a look of shock.
"Master! Boss Qian, you have invited a master!" Boss Chen exclaimed, giving his thumbs up at Old Qian.
Old Qian took a sip of tea. Although he didn't speak, his expression was proud.
"But!" Lin Jiusheng shook his head suddenly, sat on the ground, and sighed.
With this sigh, Boss Chen paled with fright, and quickly said, "Master, don't sell me anymore, just say it, my heart is not scared."
Boss Chen completely believed in Lin Jiusheng. He didn't care much about the first few words, but when Lin Jiusheng said the palm prints on his chest and stomach, he was shocked.
He has never done anything to speak to other people, his stomach and chest are imprinted.
Even Jiangcheng's most famous veteran didn't know, how could he not know this if he wasn't a master.
All of a sudden, he changed his slogan and called the master.
The corners of Lin Jiusheng's mouth rose slightly, and everything was under control.
The richer the person, the more afraid of death. This kind of person doesn’t need money, as long as he lives. Seeing that the strength is almost the same, Lin Jiusheng took out a tortoise shell from his backpack. There were two dents on the tortoise shell, and put two copper coins. Went in.
"Kang Dang" twice, Lin Jiusheng shook the tortoise shell.
Two copper coins fell from the turtle shell and turned around on the table a few times.
Looking at the copper coin, Lin Jiusheng tweeted twice, it turned out to be a dead end.
"The tortoise shell fortune telling has nine fate, among which the death gate is the most fierce."
"Dead... the door!" These two words completely frightened Boss Chen.
Otherwise, watching Lin Jiusheng show off his skill, he would have slapped him in the slap instead of telling him this.
"Yes, if you drag it on, Boss Chen can live a week at most." Lin Jiusheng stretched out a finger and said.
"Master, please help!" Boss Chen trembled and said in surprise.
"Help, it's okay! But this death is so dangerous, maybe you lose your life, at this price..." Seeing the opportunity, the old Qian said quickly.
"I'll give one hundred thousand!" Boss Chen stretched out his hand and said.
Old Qian just took a sip of water, and when he heard this number, he spouted all the tea.
He opened the coffin shop, and a coffin was only a few dollars, and the cremation began, and there were very few burials. The coffins were replaced with urns, and the urns could not be sold for much.
How many coffins are sold for 100,000 yuan
The old Qian's eyes rolled and he was about to agree.
Seeing Old Chen hesitated for so long, Boss Chen thought that Lin Jiusheng was unwilling.
"I'll give you two hundred thousand, as long as it can solve my problem, there will be extra red envelopes." Boss Chen said in a deep voice.
"Two hundred thousand?" Old Qian's eyes widened, and he glanced at Lin Jiusheng.
Lin Jiusheng almost couldn't help saying "I rely on it."
He helped Wang Cheng with his work, and Wang Cheng only stuffed a few hundred yuan in red envelopes, and worked hard for several days, and it turned out to be rich.
"Okay! I agreed to this matter with Lao Qian. Don't worry, Boss Chen." Lin Jiusheng nodded and replied.
Boss Chen hurriedly greeted the bodyguard behind him, who took out the money from his pocket and put it on the table.
"This is 20,000 yuan, which is regarded as the deposit for this matter. I don't know when Master Lin will do it." Boss Chen said.
"Tomorrow night, Lao Qian and I will definitely come over." Lin Jiusheng thought for a while and said.
Since they were sincere, Lin Jiusheng would naturally not be stingy. He took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket and placed it on the table.
"This is a Zhenyin Talisman, pasted in front of the bed, it will surely make Boss Chen a good night's sleep." Lin Jiusheng smiled.
"Okay! Then I will wait for Lin Dao to drive." Boss Chen nodded and said, greeted the bodyguard behind him, and left here quickly.
While waiting for Boss Chen to leave, a series of exclamations came from the coffin shop.
"Two hundred thousand, old Jiu, we are going to make a fortune." Old Qian said in shock, laughing from ear to ear.
After thinking for a while, the old Qian said, "I want fifty thousand, and one hundred and fifty thousand is left for you."
"Don't, five or five minutes will do." Lin Jiusheng waved his hand, not particularly eager for money.
Old Qian laughed and punched Lin Jiusheng in the chest: "You kid is really interesting."
(End of this chapter)