Like him, he never struggles. He has food to eat and has no plans tomorrow.

I never drag it on, and it will go bad if it stays until tomorrow.

"Cherish this life well. This is the first life of curse transfer. You still have entanglement. In the endless long years, you will be the only one.

Instead of hurting each other, it’s better to create more memories for yourself.”

At least in the pain that followed, there is still some memory support.

Hey, I suddenly felt that I had the potential to be a philosopher, and this was too terrible!

Looking at the card on the desktop, it's black, it should be a lot of money, right?

I really want to accept it, but I don’t have the courage.

So Mo Deshi collected the card back, "No need to be that much, ten yuan."

Qin Jingcheng withdrew his thoughts and gently raised his eyebrows, "How much did you say?"

"Ten dollars."

Qin Jingcheng, “…”

Are there beggars in this world who regard money as dirt?

Looking at the beggar in front of him in a ragged manner, he cast a puzzled look.

Since this person can see through the curse on Qin Wu at first sight, and can see through him at first sight, he should be a master-level divine calculation.

If such a person tells fortunes for those upper-class people and makes casual moves at a price of more than seven digits, how could he do so miserable?

The divination that I just calculated for him is worth not to mention millions, not to mention millions.

It is rare for such a capable person to mix himself into a beggar.

Qin Jingcheng thought about it and although the curse on Qin Wu's body had been transferred, it was not certain whether there would be any problems in the future. This person has the ability, so it is a guarantee to keep it by her side.

So he said, "If you need it, I can open a studio for you."

Many people in the upper class are superstitious that some capable metaphysics masters will have their own studios to read Feng Shui for those rich people.

With this person's ability, it is not an exaggeration to base the price of tens of millions.

But I didn't want Mo Deshi to wave his hand, "No, if you have a friend who wants to tell fortunes, you can introduce me here to find me, and there is no need for the studio."

"Why."

Judging from his young age, even if he doesn't work in metaphysics and finds an ordinary job, he will not end up as a beggar.

Moreover, from previous experience, he was not doing well. He was beaten twice in three days, and Qin Wu beat him twice alone...

"I am practicing hard. Do I understand the practice? Only by enduring hardships can I become the best person."

Qin Jingcheng, “…”

He doesn't understand why some people are so abused...

"Oh, you don't understand it even after saying it. This is my family's ancestral teaching. We need descendants to practice hard and not make money with the ability of metaphysics."

Qin Jingcheng felt that his ancestors had a grudge against their descendants, right?

He was so pitted that he could not make money by his real ability even if he became a beggar.

"If you need work, you can report to the Human Resources Department of Qin Group."

Finding a serious job is not considered making money from metaphysics.

He is not a person with a lot of sympathy, but because of the fact that this person has done a fortune telling for him and is useful to Qin Wu in the future, he can lend a helping hand.

But he didn't expect the charlatan to wave his hand, "No, I have to practice hard, I can't work."

Now, Qin Jingcheng became interested, "Is this also the ancestral teaching?"
Chapter completed!