mtl008 Chapter 202 The Conman 2
Chapter 202 The Conman 2
The information Ling Yi uttered was all gleaned from her own eyes, yet she frowned deeply, looking as if she had been punished for revealing a secret.
The old Taoist priest beside her wanted to applaud her, but he kept a straight face. He stroked his fake beard and said with a smile, "You are a promising student. You have already mastered eighty percent of my skills."
Ling Yi's inscrutable demeanor almost crumbled, for she knew that the old Taoist priest relied entirely on his words to navigate the world and had no real skill whatsoever.
If I didn't know his true colors, his act would seem quite convincing.
"Master, our Lele left suddenly. Will she be having a hard time down there? Will she go hungry?" The woman was completely intimidated by Ling Yi and kept asking.
Ling Yi hesitated for a moment: "Did you hold a funeral for your... dog, and perform a religious ceremony?"
The woman paused, then said, "The funeral was held, and before the cremation, we prepared a puppy bed, dog toys, and dog food for it, but the religious ceremony..."
She really hadn't thought about it.
Ling Yunzi was amazed. "Good disciple! You've even come up with the idea of performing rituals for dogs. You've graduated!"
Ling Yi glanced at the bag worth tens of thousands of yuan in the woman's hand and smiled slightly: "If you don't mind..."
"I don't mind at all!" the woman immediately replied. "As long as Master can help my Lele rest in peace, I will repay you handsomely!"
Ling Yunzi handed over a price list without a trace of cynicism: "Madam, please take a look."
The price list clearly showed prices ranging from a simple ritual costing 2888 to a luxurious one.
The woman hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Master, what's the difference between the different rituals?"
She's rich, but she's not a sucker.
Ling Yi pinched her fingers again and gave an answer: "If the dog is not yet seven days old, and you purchase the most expensive ritual, there is a 70% chance that you will be able to see it one last time."
Upon hearing this, the woman was even more astonished: "You could even predict this?"
Ling Yi smiled slightly and remained silent.
Souls without resentment usually enter the underworld to await reincarnation after seven days. But the little dog is still wandering around her feet. How could it have passed the first seven days?
"Then let's order the highest price!" the woman said with unusual generosity, her eyes no longer seeming so red.
But the next sentence made Ling Yunzi's smiling face stiffen slightly: "However, not seventy percent, but definitely."
“Master, if I pay money and don’t see my Lele on the night of the return of the soul, you can forget about making any money in the city’s rich circles.”
Ling Yunzi: "This..."
"Master, I'll pay you a deposit of 30,000 yuan first." The woman scanned another 30,000 yuan without any room for argument, then waved her phone: "You two won't run away, will you? Otherwise, this transfer record will be..."
"How could we, men of the world, possibly break our promises?" Ling Yunzi said with righteous indignation, waving the whisk he bought online for 88 yuan: "Just wait, madam."
After speaking, he exchanged contact information with the lady and arranged a time.
Ling Yi was amazed by his skillful business acumen.
No wonder he's a seasoned con artist who can swindle an entire house; he doesn't slip up at all.
Under the large willow tree in front of the Sanqing Temple, two wild Taoist priests earned some Yuan. On the willow tree, a black bird with golden eyes stared at them eerily.
It wanted to see how this master and disciple duo, who had no magical powers, could let that woman see her dog.
The bird glanced at the dog circling around the woman and disdainfully looked away.
Unintelligent beasts are so foolish; even after being castrated, they still fawn over the person wielding the knife.
Perhaps they had used up all their luck for the day, because they didn't encounter another kind person willing to tell their fortune, even when Ling Yunzi put up a sign that offered ten yuan for a fortune telling session.
As night fell, Ling Yunzi packed up his belongings and tossed them into his new car, worth 500,000 yuan.
If it weren't for training his apprentices, he wouldn't have set up a stall in a place like this; it's completely unbecoming of someone of his status as a master.
Anyone who wants to have their fortune told by him has to offer a token of 100,000 or 200,000 yuan first.
However, his youngest apprentice did manage to secure a large business deal.
"Master, what should we do?" Sitting in the passenger seat, Ling Yi got into character well and humbly asked the veteran for advice.
Ling Yunzi casually reversed the car and drove onto the main road: "Now you know to ask your master what to do? Where did all that bragging go?"
Ling Yi scratched her head, loosened her tight hair bun, and cupped her hands in a gesture of respect: "Isn't it because you, sir, are backing me up? What wouldn't I dare to do?"
As the red light turned on, Ling Yunzi, while fastening his large Taoist robe, said nonchalantly, "Perform the ritual as scheduled. Just find some cow tears, willow branches, or something to open her third eye so she can see that dog."
Ling Yi asked in surprise, "You can really see it?"
She thought her eyes were special.
Ling Yunzi sneered: "See my ass? You actually believed a joke?"
"When you get to her villa, take a close look. How could someone who would spend tens of thousands on a dog not have photos of it at home?"
"No, there aren't any. Can't you find some pictures of corgis online? We'll see how things go later and just give you a fake one!"
As he said this, he casually asked, "How did you know she had a dog?"
Ling Yi was taken aback: "Didn't you notice the dog hair on her clothes?"
"The color and texture... it's either a mongrel, a Corgi, or a Shiba Inu. I don't think it's very likely that a rich person would keep a mongrel. I just said it was a dog from out of town, and she blurted it all out in one breath."
Ling Yunzi raised an eyebrow: "I didn't expect you, you little bastard, to have this kind of ability?"
Ling Yi mimicked his manner, smiling slyly: "Isn't this all thanks to your excellent teaching?"
On the roof of their car, a black bird stood quietly, listening to the master and apprentice's conversation, and flapped its wings idly.
Because of the large sum of money that came in through her phone, Ling Yi treated her master to a meal before returning to his old house.
The old man has earned a lot of money in recent years and has long since moved into an upscale neighborhood.
Poor thing, with her palms facing upwards, she could only live in the small one-bedroom apartment he used to live in, surrounded by elderly people who were even older than the old man.
It had just rained yesterday, and the drainage outside the old residential area wasn't very good. Lingyi carefully avoided the puddles in the low-lying areas and walked close to the wall.
Suddenly, a grunting sound came from behind the large trash can in the distance, accompanied by a few low growls from a dog.
Ling Yi was startled and subconsciously gripped her eating utensils—a peach wood sword, also from Taobao.com.
Whether it's true or not is unknown, but it's enough to fool laymen.
Perhaps the human scent provoked the rabid dog, because the next moment a gray Samoyed with its body all knotted up emerged from behind the trash can.