In Jiangbei City, pedestrian street, Wang Li put his left hand in his pocket and a white general in his right hand, standing in front of a fortune telling stall with an unruly look on his face.

"Do you know? Due to the Jade Emperor's poor management, the Heavenly Court has gone bankrupt, and all the gods and demons have been laid off... Are you willing to help them find a job?"

The fortune teller in front of him asked Wang Lidao seriously.

As soon as the fortune teller said this, Wang Li was stunned.

Fortune telling is just to make money by relying on your mouth. Wang Li has seen a lot of fortune telling. His words are nothing more than seeing those who look bad, they will be rich and rich, and they will be rich and wealthy. When they see ugly, they will be troubled and help others. When seeing customers look stupid and easy to cheat, they will say that the Yintang is black. Recently, there have been disasters and money.

And the old man in front of him really opened Wang Li's eyes.

Good guy, what kind of customer do you need to make a fortune teller say such unreasonable remarks.

Wang Li thought for a moment, sucked a stool, sat opposite the old man with a curiosity look on his face and asked, "Why is Heaven going bankrupt?"

"There is no more incense in the world."

The old fortune teller said with a serious expression.

"Incense?"

"That's right."

The old fortune teller said, "The incense in heaven is equivalent to the income of your mortal world... Every god has his own Taoist priest and temple. There are more incense and many believers, and his life will be comfortable. Now that the incense is cut off, the gods and Buddhas in the sky will naturally lose their magic power and lose their divine power. Now they are just a group of ordinary people with one more "divine character" than normal people."

"That's how it is."

Wang Li knew the whole story and then said, "Why did there be no incense suddenly?"

The old fortune teller paused, hesitated for a long time, and finally said helplessly: "It is said to be an environmental protection check."

"Ah..."

Wang Li was in a daze when he heard this.

He originally thought that the one who could force the Heavenly Court to bankruptcy would be the extraterritorial demons and the ruthless characters such as the Demon Lord of the Three Realms. No matter how badly it is, it would be the ideological impact of foreign religions.

As a result, the old fortune teller held it in for a long time and said three words "check environmental protection". This reason is true that Wang Li was sent to Lei.

It turns out that the Environmental Protection Bureau of the World is directly related to the life and death of the Heavenly Court.

"Then you go and find the Environmental Protection Bureau." Wang Li asked for advice.

"Look for it." Old Man Zhang said.

"Then what?"

"They said that the person in charge of this matter was not here, so I asked me to prepare all the materials and then go again during the weekdays." said the old fortune teller.

"Then you prepare the materials..." Wang Li said.

"I'm ready." said the old fortune teller.

"What's the last one?"

"Just just came out of the mental hospital last month." The old man said, snatching the cigarette's butt from Wang Li and taking a sniffle.

"Okay! The story is good."

Wang Li stood up and took out five dollars and handed it to the old man and said, "I will come to talk to you next time if I don't have any inspiration."

As he said that, Wang Li got up and left.

But at this moment, the old man suddenly grabbed Wang Li and said, "Don't you believe me?"

"nonsense!"

Wang Li was full of black lines: "Do I look so stupid?"

This is not a question of whether to believe it or not. The key is what kind of IQ you have to confuse the story with reality as a sound-minded adult.

"kindness……"

The fortune teller looked up and down at Wang Li and said confidently: "It's a bit...but it doesn't have much impact. You can sign this for me."

The old man handed the wrinkled paper from his arms with a smile on his face to Wang Li.

I saw a line of words written on it.

Party A (Zhang San) appoints Party B () as the director of the Labor Bureau of Heaven, helping the laid-off gods and demons in the Three Realms to re-employ their jobs. The salary is paid according to the performance, and the appointment period is permanently valid.

Party A's signature: Zhang San

Signature of Party B:

"This...this...what messes?"

After taking a look at the broken piece of paper, Wang Li thought to himself that this guy had just been released in the mental hospital?

"Sign it soon, or I'll shout it."

"What are you shouting?" Wang Li wondered.

At this time, the old man lay on the ground very skillfully: "Why are you hitting someone? My grandson hitting the old man, hey."

People came and went on the pedestrian streets on weekends. Pedestrians on the road couldn't help but surround them when they saw this scene and pointed at Wang Li. Some people also took their mobile phones to record videos.

"What's the fuck me!!"

Seeing this, Wang Li was shocked all over and quickly stepped forward and helped the old man up and said, "Dad, stop making trouble, hurry up and follow me home."

The old fortune teller was stunned for a moment and was about to say something.

Wang Li quietly took out twenty dollars and said, "Twenty."

"Twenty yuan? Hehe, thief, are you the beggar?" The old man took the money and smiled, showing a despicable expression.

"Don't go too far! It's up to fifty!" Wang Li's face turned dark.

"My son beats dad, hey, everyone comes to judge..." the old man shouted again.

"You are my grandfather, okay."

Wang Li was completely convinced, and the ginger was still so spicy, and he was still a little tender.

"Can you sign?" the old man asked again.

"I'll sign, I'll sign, I'll sign." Wang Li hurriedly picked up a pen from the hexagram stall and wrote his name on the paper.

Anyway, this contract is just a mentally ill person's imagination and does not have legal effects. Just think it is a daily good deed to make the mentally ill old man happy.

After signing, Wang Li fled in a hurry.

Looking at Wang Li's background getting further and further away, the old man showed his iconic obscene smile.

...

Wang Li, male, 26 years old, signed an online writer on Chinese website in China. He has been writing books for several years and has been very ordinary. He is a type of person who is not as good as the best in the circle.

Since I had no inspiration to write books today, I went out to collect folk songs.

As a result, I encountered such a "normal" thought.

On the way back, Wang Li always regretted why he didn't sign the name he edited at that time, but it was a blessing in disguise.

After returning home, this little episode was soon left behind.

However, that afternoon, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Who? At this time, the doorbell was ringing, and the property fee had just been paid."

Wang Li is very strange. As a professional online writer, Wang Li does not have many friends in reality, and most of them have good relationships with people in the circle.

On weekdays, everyone contacted the Internet, but there was no one coming to the door all year round. On this hot day, someone suddenly rang the doorbell. Either the property owner came to collect property fees, takeaway or express delivery in the wrong place.

Wang Li opened the door mutteringly.

At this time, a wrinkled old face was stuffed into the crack of the door.

"Damn it!!"

Seeing this face, Wang Li was shocked and quickly took a step back.

"hey-hey!"

The old man smiled, came into the door, and smiled at Wang Li in a lewd way, "Young man, we're meeting again."

"Do we know each other?"

Wang Li frowned and looked at the old man.

Immediately, I realized: "You are the old fortune teller."

"Hehehe."

The old man smiled and said, "My name is Zhang San, you can call me Mr. Zhang."

"Why did you come here?" Wang Li said with a dark face.

"I'm sending you someone."

Old man Zhang said as he opened the door and waved to the outside, "Erlang, come in."

As soon as Old Man Zhang finished speaking, a man outside lowered his head and came in from outside the door, and stepped in front of Wang Li across two meters.
To be continued...