The water in the charcoal stove is boiling, and Miaolan is cleaning the tea set and washing the tea. Her movements are smooth and meticulous, and her concentration is fascinating.

"It's time for you to go back." Miao Lan poured tea for the middle-aged man.

"Why do you urge me to leave every time I come here?" the middle-aged man frowned.

"The slave family is a ruined body. It's not worth your time here." Miao Lan said calmly.

"I like staying here." The middle-aged man took a sip of tea.

Miaolan didn't speak, she just drank tea quietly and occasionally poured tea. The middle-aged man seemed to be used to Miaolan's silence and drank tea quietly. The room seemed extremely quiet and peaceful.

"When can I stay overnight?" After a long time, the middle-aged man suddenly asked.

"You can do it anytime." Miaolan smiled calmly.

"You understand what I mean." The middle-aged man showed a trace of displeasure, and his frown was full of supreme majesty, which was intimidating.

"There are few people in the world who can refuse you. If you want to stay, just stay. Why do you need me to say anything to persuade you to stay?" Miao Lan sighed.

"It is precisely because no one in the world can refuse me, so I hope that the people I like can take the initiative to keep me."

"Although the Nu family has long been in ruins, when the Nu family came to this Ten Thousand Flowers Building, they had already made up their minds not to sell their jobs but their lives."

The middle-aged man gently placed the teacup in his hand on the coffee table, and there was a long silence.

The atmosphere is inexplicably depressing and heavy...

Zhou Sen sat bored in the lobby and began to observe the layout of Wanhua Building.

Back then, Zhou Sen was still young when he came to Wanhualou, and his visual perspective was completely different. He was basically attracted by some novel gadgets, but now, it is completely different.

Zhou Sen discovered that the Wanhua Building was very large, and it was no exaggeration to describe it as majestic. Around the hall, there were countless corridors separated by plants or pearl and jade curtains, and the doors and windows were decorated with flowers and gold, which was extremely luxurious.

If you are not familiar with this place and arrive here for the first time, you may not be able to tell the difference between Chengdu, southeast, northwest and northwest.

Just as Zhou Sen was boredly observing the surroundings of the hall, suddenly, there was a burst of applause and cheers from the bookcase not far away. Zhou Sen looked around and saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar holding a writing brush in his hand, looking very proud of himself.

He was in such a state, and the eyes of the people around him fell on the book eucalyptus.

At this time, many guests around stood up to watch. Obviously, the middle-aged Confucian scholar should be a calligrapher and painter with certain influence.

Zhou Sen did not go there. Although he was a master in this field, he had lost interest long ago after engaging in scientific research. The last time he attended the flower party was forced by circumstances and chance.

Time passed little by little.

The madam seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Just when Zhou Sen was a little impatient, suddenly, a girl wearing a goose skirt, with a graceful figure and a beautiful face walked in at the door. The girl held her head high and had a cold face, giving people a condescending air.

Arrogance.

The girl didn't seem to encounter the interrogation of the group of big men outside. She actually entered the living room and walked towards the corridors inside without stopping at all.

Jian Fan!

Zhou Sen's body trembled. This was the first time he saw this face, but he was certain that this person was Jian Fan.

It has always been difficult for Zhou Sen to meet Jian Fan. He never thought that Jian Fan would appear here. After all, this is Wanhua Tower.

Why does Jian Fan appear here?

While Zhou Sen was thinking, Jian Fan disappeared behind a bead curtain and never came out again.

Seeing Jian Fan who evoked the memory of the gangster Zhou Sen, Zhou Sen felt a trace of melancholy inexplicably. He let out a long sigh, put down the tea cup, replaced it with a crystal wine glass, picked up a few small wine bottles, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank.

Boring wine.

In addition to tea and cakes, this Wanhualou also has some wine to add to the fun.

Of course, hard liquor is not allowed in Wanhua Tower. No one knows the specific reason. It is probably because they are afraid that guests will cause trouble when drinking, which will ruin the scenery and ruin the elegance.

"Why are you so depressed, Master?" A young girl slowly walked over, brushed away a gust of fragrance, and drank wine for Zhou Sen.

"I saw an old friend." Zhou Sen looked up at the girl and said calmly.

"Since you saw it, why don't you say hello?" The girl chuckled, revealing deep dimples on her cheeks, which made people's hearts beat.

"Girl, I want to sit alone, you do your thing."

"Hey, the young master is depressed and has many worries. It seems that Feinu's family can resolve it." The girl was not as entangled as the other women in the brothel. She sighed softly and slowly retreated.

This girl from Wanhua Tower is indeed extraordinary. She is polite and courteous between advances and retreats, and is not surprised by favors or insults, which makes people feel good about her.

Zhou Sen admired secretly.

After sitting for a while, suddenly, a middle-aged man with a long beard and a fairy-like manner walked up to Zhou Sen, bowed and saluted, and there was a convincing solemnity between his eyebrows.

"Yaya said that the young master is worried and depressed, so I came here to take a look. It is indeed the case." The middle-aged man with a long beard stared at Zhou Sen with a pair of clear eyes, as if he wanted to see through Zhou Sen's internal organs.

"Are you a Taoist fortune teller?" Zhou Sen smiled.

"Young Master is laughing at me. Although Pindao calls himself Pindao, he is not a Taoist priest. He is just used to such mantras... maybe... maybe Pindao wants others to trust him more." The middle-aged man with a long beard still bowed,

The unfazed expression gave people a contradictory feeling of humility and respect.

"You are quite upright, so good. Since you have nothing to do, if you say more good things, you will naturally be rewarded heavily." Zhou Sen laughed loudly.

"I still have something to do, young master, please use it with ease." After hearing Zhou Sen's words, the middle-aged man with a long beard suddenly showed a trace of anger on his face. He straightened his body which was slightly bowed. After cupping his hands, he turned and left.

"Stop." Zhou Sen smiled slightly.

"Since you don't believe in the poor Taoist, why should the poor Taoist bring shame on himself?" The middle-aged man with a long beard turned and looked at Zhou Sen. There was actually a bit of heroism in his deep eyes.

"Haha, your research on human psychology is quite profound." Zhou Sen smiled and motioned for the bearded middle-aged man to sit down.

"Young master, I have misunderstood. I have been hanging around in Wanhua Tower for a long time. I have solved the problems for many guests. I have never thought of doing something against nature for money. It is obvious to all the regular customers in Wanhua Tower." Chang Xu said.

The middle-aged man did not sit down, but still looked humble yet reserved and contradictory.

“Fortune-telling is an act against heaven?”

"Fortune-telling is revealing the secrets of heaven, and you will suffer retribution."

"Well, let's make a bet between the two of us. I'll sit here and won't say anything. If you can figure out my fate, I will naturally reward you with a lot of money."

"Pindao said, it's not about money!" The middle-aged man said with an angry look on his face.

"Haha, okay, then you should calculate your own fortune first. What will be the consequences if you don't tell me your fortune?" Zhou Sen laughed and stood up.

"Donor, why are you going too far?" The middle-aged man felt shocked when he saw Zhou Sen standing up.

"You came to me, and then you talked a lot, pretending to be mysterious, and made me curious about my fate. Now, I am curious, but you want to leave.

After all, who is bullying someone too much?!" Zhou Sen stared at the middle-aged man with dagger-like eyes.

"Okay." After Zhou Sen saw through his thoughts, the middle-aged man suddenly looked depressed and muttered, while his ten slender fingers kept making some complicated gestures.

"Ah..." The middle-aged man suddenly backed away, knocking over a bonsai, and then sat down on the ground, looking at Zhou Sen with endless fear in his eyes.

"Say." A smile appeared on Zhou Sen's lips.

"You...you...you...who are you?" the middle-aged man asked, trembling.

"I am who I am." Zhou Sen found that many people noticed the middle-aged man who fell on the ground. In order to avoid attracting other people's attention, he sat down slowly.

The middle-aged man with a long beard seemed to realize that something was wrong, and quickly stood up and arranged his clothes, pretending to be fine. However, if you look closely, you will find that there is still a look of fear in his eyes.

"Sir, I have no enmity with you, please don't hurt me." The middle-aged man with a long beard restrained his inner fear and walked to Zhou Sen respectfully.

"Are you sure I will kill you if you don't answer me?" Zhou Sen was stunned. He only wanted to scare this swindling fortune teller, but he had never thought about killing anyone.

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head, "You won't kill me, but my luck today is that I have a relationship with the young master."

"Haha, this is unheard of." Zhou Sen saw that there were still people around who noticed them, and motioned to the middle-aged man to sit down.

"The life and death of a poor man depends on the young master's thoughts." The middle-aged man touched his long beard and sat down slowly, but he was restless, and his eyes kept looking around, as if he wanted to discover something.

"Why are you so restless?" Zhou Sen noticed that the middle-aged man looked uncertain.

"I just made a divination and found that I am in the eye of disaster, my life is hanging by a thread, I can't extricate myself, I can't save myself, so I am restless, but I don't know how to resolve it." The middle-aged man looked around with a sudden look on his face.

"Whether it's a blessing or a disaster, you can't avoid it. Take care of it when it comes." A smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Sen's mouth, because the middle-aged man was pretending to be a ghost.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I'll tell you the fortune for the young master."

The middle-aged man does not use any tools for divination, he just keeps calculating with his fingers, using complicated techniques and extremely fast speed.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Sen with an increasingly serious expression.

"Tell me." Zhou Sen said.

"Sure enough, as I expected, the young master is the troublemaker for poor people... Strange... The young master has caused Tai Sui to lose his life, and his fortune has been blocked. There are many evil stars in the fortune palace this year, but there are no auspicious stars to resolve it, so the fortune in the fleeting time is uneven.

There will be many obstacles, and there will be villains who will hinder me, and I will be depressed... However, the young master always turns danger into good luck... No... this destiny is not consistent..."

The fingering techniques in the middle-aged man's hands are becoming more and more ancient, profound and complex, and the speed is getting faster and faster. As he talks in his mouth, his expression is uncertain and constantly changing. He is suddenly enlightened, awakened, and confused again...

"puff……"

The middle-aged man suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his fingering movements stopped abruptly.

"How's it going?" Zhou Sen looked at the middle-aged man with a joking expression.

Blood spilled from the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth. He looked at Zhou Sen with a pair of dull eyes. He nodded and shook his head for a while. The fingering that had stopped started to move again. Judging from the twisted and painful expression, it must be forced calculations.
To be continued...