Chapter 8 "A Good Hand in Making Money"

"I am indeed a good money-maker!"

Seeing the extra 10,000 yuan in his account, Zhou Ze felt extremely excited and immediately found a luxurious hotel to stay in.

"A good money-maker?" In the bottom of my heart, Master Dao's mechanical voice sounded again: "If it weren't for Master Dao's existence, would you have beaten that Bianren? It would have been a tie at most."

"Thank you so much, Master Dao." Zhou Ze responded with a smile.

That Bianren did have real abilities, but unfortunately he met himself.

"Before we repair the Taoist temple, why not order a delicious meal." Zhou Ze said to himself and took out his mobile phone.

You wouldn't know it without looking at your phone. When he looked at his account, Zhou Ze was dumbfounded.

"My money!"

The huge red deficit on the phone screen filled Zhou Ze's eyes.

"What's it called?" the Taoist master's voice sounded: "Of course I used it to repair the Taoist temple. The ten thousand yuan was used to replace the gate. You can see whether it looks good or not."

"Oh no, it's not 10,000 yuan. I won't let you forget the 200 yuan you spent to stay in a hotel." Master Dao added.

At this time, the appearance of a Taoist temple appeared in Zhou Ze's mind, and sure enough, the original shaky wooden door had been replaced with a set of brightly painted red doors.

"That's my money!" Zhou Ze shouted in his heart: "How could you just take away my money at will!"

Zhou Ze did not get a response from the Taoist master, and continued to roar in his heart: "I was originally looking for someone to repair the Taoist temple! But before that, do I have to be able to support myself?"

"Looking for someone to repair the Taoist temple?" The Taoist master's emotionless voice sounded: "That's not necessary. I can repair the Taoist temple as soon as you earn the money."

"Then you can repair the Taoist temple so magically, so what are you going to do with my money?" Zhou Ze felt that he had been deceived by this Taoist master, and he was deceived completely!

At least there is no dinner for me!

"How can I repair it if I don't have money?" Dao Ye responded.

Zhou Ze sighed helplessly. Instead of arguing with Master Tao about what had happened, he might as well find a way to appease his screaming stomach.

After checking the time, I should be able to do some fortune-telling at the night market and earn some money before going out for dinner.

Zhou Ze turned around and went out, went to the old street and set up a fortune-telling stall.

During the day, the street was full of stalls selling antiques, calligraphy and paintings. Unexpectedly, it was filled with all kinds of snacks at night. Even the place next to his seat that originally belonged to Hu Suan was occupied by a fried skewers truck.

Smelling the aroma wafting all over the street, Zhou Ze complained repeatedly.

At night, the old street turned into a night market. Pedestrians passing by stopped to look for the food they longed for, but no one asked Zhou Ze for fortune telling.

Master Tao also spoke at an inappropriate time: "It's so late at night, which good person can come to tell fortunes..."

"Don't talk." Zhou Ze endured his hunger and scolded Master Dao.

"Run! The city management is coming!"

Suddenly, someone yelled, and the food truck started running quickly, and each one of them ran away like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Why don't you run away?" Leng Qiaoshuang, who was standing in front of Zhou Ze, was speechless. Why was this guy so shameless that he didn't run away even when he saw the urban management?

But this little Taoist priest was kind to him after all, and Leng Qiaoshuang didn't say anything.

Zhou Ze slowly raised his head and saw Leng Qiaoshuang saying feebly: "Why run? How will you get the strength to run without eating all day..."

"You haven't eaten all day?" Leng Qiaoshuang squatted down and asked in a low voice, "Have you spent all the money I gave you during the day?"

"Yeah." Zhou Ze nodded.

Leng Qiaoshuang didn't get to the bottom of the matter that Zhou Ze had money but didn't spend it on food. She smiled warmly and said, "Come on, let me treat you to a meal."

"You invite me to dinner?" Zhou Ze looked at Leng Qiaoshuang doubtfully.

"Yes." Leng Qiaoshuang nodded: "The little Taoist helped me relieve the pain, so of course I want to treat you to a meal."

Dysmenorrhea may sound simple, but the pain can really kill you!

"It's okay to treat me to dinner." Zhou Ze secretly thought to himself that the savior showed up just in time, and said seriously to Leng Qiaoshuang: "Besides, I am not a Taoist priest, I am the master of Qingfeng Taoist Temple! "

"I know the master!" Leng Qiaoshuang smiled and led Zhou Ze towards another street.

...

"Taoist Master Bianren, I lost 10,000 yuan in vain. How should I settle the bill?" The man at the dinner table said with a gloomy face.

Bianren obviously had something on his mind and said sluggishly: "This time you ask me to go down the mountain, and I will waive it for you."

"The Taoist priest is indeed an immortal." Upon hearing this, the man's expression suddenly changed and he poured a glass of wine for Bianren himself.

Hu Suan looked at this old fox at the plate and couldn't help but cursed secretly.

Then he looked at the man and said, "Sir, are we just going to suffer the loss of being dumb?"

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Hu Suan glanced at his senior brother and saw that the latter didn't respond. He pushed his phone in front of the man with a smirk.

"Sir, you see, there are mixed opinions about us Taoist priests on the Internet. If you light a fire on it, how many days can Zhou Ze be arrogant?" Hu Su'an said sinisterly: "Don't he want money? Let's give him a penny. You can’t even make any money!”

"What a good idea!" The man rolled his eyes, suddenly thought of something and said, "Then this matter may also have an impact on the two Taoist priests."

"We may have to go back to the mountain tonight. I have lost such a big person to my master. No need to think that my master will call me back." Hu Su'an said helplessly.

The man asked Bianren again: "That Taoist Master Bian..."

"It's time for me to retreat and practice." This time, Bianren's self-confidence was obviously greatly affected by Zhou Ze.

"Okay." The man made up his mind and dialed a phone number: "Hey, is this a troll? I'll buy a troll to do a hot search... How many people?... The more, the better!"

...

"I told you, eat slowly." Seeing Zhou Ze devouring his food, Leng Qiaoshuang thoughtfully handed him a tissue.

"Thank you, sister." Zhou Ze mumbled, his mouth filled with noodles.

Leng Qiaoshuang said apologetically: "I don't have much money, so I can only treat you to a bowl of noodles."

"What are you talking about, Sister Leng? This noodle is so delicious!"

"That's good."

"Ring, ring, ring." Leng Qiaoshuang picked up the phone, her face became solemn, and after answering a few times, she watched Zhou Ze put down the phone hesitantly.

"It's okay, Sister Leng, if you have anything to do, go ahead and get busy!" Zhou Ze saw Leng Qiaoshuang's confusion and said with a smile.

"I'm fine..."

Leng Qiaoshuang didn't say anything directly. Instead, she asked Zhou Ze a question: "Zhou Ze, are you really short of money?"

Thinking that his 10,000 yuan was casually taken away by the Taoist, Zhou Ze felt a pain in his body and nodded fiercely: "It's very lacking!"

"I just got news that the video of you and Bianren competing was posted on the Internet, which had a great negative impact... It even became a hot search..."

"Hot search?" Zhou Ze became interested: "Let me see if I look handsome in the video?"

Looking at Zhou Ze who stretched out his hand, Leng Qiaoshuang shook his head and continued: "This is not the serious matter. The serious thing is that in order to reduce the impact, our leaders decided to transform that old street and get rid of you fortune tellers and antique sellers. Small businessmen and hawkers..."

Zhou Ze's hand froze in the air, and after a long time he slowly uttered a sentence:

"Does that mean I lost my job just one day after starting work?"