[MTL] Fortune Teller Master ✔

Chapter 135

The Northern Xuanmen Association is not an official organization. At first, it was a small gathering where several people gathered together, but as time went on, there were more and more people, and now more than 200 members have been developed for more than ten years. It is also quite large. In the past, these people just gathered together and shared some information with each other. If they could not do it by themselves, they could also find someone to help from the association. Later, it evolved into the annual Northern Xuanmen Conference held annually. The overall momentum was quite huge. .

At the beginning, this number was small and not officially recognized. It was still very harmonious, but as the association developed and grew more greasy and shit, the members of the membership will not be carefully reviewed, as long as it is If you have the ability and the money, you can join.

Zheng Cheng is the current chairman and has some skills in the formation, but it’s not as good as Song Lao Er, who was chopped by thunder, and people are more greedy. Coming in and blending in.

After years of being sought after by others, President Zheng Cheng was full of racks and used to speak in an official manner. Even in his heart, the Northern Xuanmen Association was no worse than those official organizations, and even better. Those official people were not like them. Have the ability.

Zheng Cheng feels that as long as he is engaged in the business of calculating hexagram Fengshui, he has heard of the Northern Xuanmen Association. They took the initiative to call Lin Qingyin's little girl. This is definitely a great face. This is certainly not impossible.

Apparently, Vice President Cheng Huaming thought the same. He asked Zhu Weizhen to ask Lin Qingyin's phone. Zhu Weizhen embarrassedly said: "Looking for Lin Qingyin must go through her assistant or apprentice. , Another in Qi province, called Wang Hu."

Cheng Huaming was a little suffocated. He was in his fifties and had no apprentices or assistants. Lin Qingyin was quite a little boy at the young age: "Whichever you can directly contact Lin Qingyin, you can call which one."

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After receiving the call from Zhu Weizheng, Jiang Wei went straight to the study room and found Lin Qingyin. Lin Qingyin raised his head from a thick professional book and showed a bit of discomfort on his face: "You said someone wants to set me up?"

Jiang Weigang was about to talk and the phone rang again. Although it was a different number, Jiang Wei's intuition told him that it must be related to the call just now.

The two simply took the book out of their internship and slowly connected the phone when the phone rang again. Cheng Huaming was a little bit irritated the first time he didn’t get through. The second call ran out of patience before someone picked it up and asked slowly: "Who is it?"

Cheng Huaming's eyebrows are about to screw up the ants, and the sound sounds high: "I am Cheng Huaming, the vice chairman of the Northern Xuanmen Association. I will inform Lin Qingyin if I have something."

"Northern Xuanmen Association?" Jiang Wei misunderstood and asked Lin Qingyin next to him with an unobtrusive volume: "Master, have you heard of it?"

Lin Qingyin, with a piece of ancient money in his fingers, smiled gently: "Several people dare to call Xuanmen together, and I don't ask others if they want to be represented. I haven't really heard of this pheasant organization. I said."

Lin Qingyin's voice passed clearly, not only Cheng Huaming, but even Zheng Cheng's face was green. But even if they suffocated the fire, the two of them were embarrassed to choke on this issue. After all, they bluntly stated that they were non-governmental organizations and were not officially recognized.