Zhang Longhu held the chopsticks and suddenly realized: "So that's it."
"But Master, can we pass like this?"
"If someone comes to smash the situation, if we don't give them face and smash the situation back, will it seem like we are bullying?"
Ye Hao said lightly: "No need."
"The first thing is to give them a chance. After all, it's better to keep a little bit of it."
"Second, we interrupted the two of them, and they probably have to pay a lot of compensation."
"After this, as long as you are more interested, you won't cause trouble for us."
"Of course, if they don't know how to write the word "death" and still insist on causing trouble for us, then I don't mind kicking it back."
"I see!"
Zhang Longhu nodded slightly, and he learned a lot about Ye Hao's style of conduct.
However, Ye Hao, who was drinking tea, had another guess, that is, the couple might have been sent by the Palace of Changsheng to test their abilities, so he was too lazy to alert the enemy.
In the next few days, Jifutang was still living in a quiet and simple life. The only difference from the past is that there are many more customers.
Many customers even came to Jinling to see the news online after seeing the news.
Ye Hao did not hide anything about these sincere appearances, but helped them solve the problem.
If you really get into evil, there is a solution.
If you have doubts about being suspicious of your own and have a heart disease, there will naturally be solutions.
Moreover, Ye Hao doesn't charge much money every time, he only receives a red envelope, and the denomination inside is casual, which also makes people in the upper class and ordinary people in the market come here to see their photos.
Soon, Master Ye of Jifutang became even bigger in the entire Jinling, and there were even signs of being out of the circle.
At noon that day, just as Ye Hao was about to go into seclusion and rest for a while, a thin old man appeared. His face was covered in black air. At this moment, he quickly walked to Ye Hao and sat down, whispered: "Master Ye, Master Ye
, Help!"
"I've listened to your instructions these days and I won't go out anymore. I'll sit at home every day, but it's still useless!"
"Am I really going to die?"
Ye Hao was slightly stunned, and then he discovered that this was the old man who had been to the grave twice before, named Li Jianjun.
In order to completely solve his problem, Ye Hao asked Zhang Longhu to go to his house to see if there was any dirty thing.
The result was nothing, very clean.
But I didn’t expect that Mr. Li Jianjun came again today, and it was the third time.
Ye Hao frowned slightly for a moment, signaled Li Jianjun to sit down, then reached out and pressed his hand on his pulse door, took out the compass and looked for a while before smiling, "Mr. Li, don't be surprised,
You must have suffered from a cold, so you just have a cold.”
“No big deal.”
"You just need to go to the hospital to prescribe a pair of Chinese medicine."
"Master Ye, I can't believe in those traditional Chinese medicine practitioners!"
"And no matter how I treat this, I'm not a disease!"
Li Jianjun looked painful.
"Or else, you'd better help me resolve it?"
"Everyone says that you are aware of Feng Shui and Physics. This little thing should not be difficult, right?"
Seeing the old man's painful expression, Ye Hao finally nodded and said, "Okay, I'll help you solve it."
In Ye Hao's opinion, Li Jianjun should have a heart disease, and his heart disease needs to be treated with it. He should indeed help him with it.