Fight Back, Rich Second Generation!

The little monk felt that Han Yi was putting on a show, and he actually watched it longer than himself.

The little monk did not interrupt, but quietly waited for Han Yi to finish his calculations.

Seeing Han Yi look away, he asked slightly mockingly: "I wonder if the benefactor has finished his calculations?"

"Okay, let's talk first!" Han Yi said calmly.

"Okay, the poor monk will show his ugliness!" The little monk was not hypocritical.

The little monk turned around and looked at the middle-aged man: "My benefactor, your family is well-off, and you have never had to worry about food and clothing since you were a child. Did you ever fall from a tree and break your leg when you were seven years old?"

"When I was 12 years old, I had a serious illness. I was hospitalized for a week and almost died!"

"I made a girlfriend in college, and died in a car accident within a month of dating!"

"I started doing business with your father after graduating from university. It has been smooth sailing, and the business has flourished!"

"Married at 28, had a son at 30!"

"However, your son disappeared when he was 3 years old, and you searched frantically for a month but still couldn't find it!"

"Since then, your wife has no children and no children under her knees!"

"You can't bear to have no offspring, so you found a concubine outside. 23 She gave birth to a daughter for you, so you love her very much!"

The little monk said everything he saw in one breath.

Then he fixedly looked at the middle-aged man and asked him: "Benefactor, I wonder if what I said is right?"

The middle-aged man was already shocked when the little monk talked about his university. When he talked about the disappearance of his only son, the pain in his eyes could not be suppressed.

The middle-aged man now really believes in the little monk, and believes that he can really tell fortunes.

"Yes, the master's calculation is very accurate!" The middle-aged man replied respectfully.

Although there are many things that others don't know about those things, the result is generally the same as what the little monk said, and it is indeed accurate.

After the middle-aged man was confirmed, everyone was surprised and talked a lot.

"As expected of a master, it's unbelievable to have calculated so many things!"

"What a pity that the only son is missing!"

"Do rich people like to fuck around outside?"

"Is it because his wife didn't have a chance to give birth?"

The little monk didn't care about everyone's comments. After the middle-aged man confirmed it, he raised his chin and looked arrogant.

"This benefactor, it's your turn. I don't know what you can add?" The little monk asked Han Yi provocatively.

When the little monk thought about it, Han Yi couldn't have anything to add, he must be racking his brains now to figure out how to escape the bet.

"If you don't have the ability, don't force yourself to stand out. You just wait to kneel in front of the Buddha from the foot of the mountain!" The little monk thought proudly in his heart.

When Han saw the young monk's haughty look, he was very upset and sneered.

Then he said disdainfully to the little monk: "I don't have anything to add, I just want to ask the master a few words.

When the little monk heard Han Yi say that he had nothing to add, disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Excuse me, benefactor!"

Han Yi looked at the little monk and asked with a sneer: "Do you know why he broke his leg when he was seven years old?"

Did you know he was in a car accident?"

"Do you know how his son disappeared? Do you know whether his son is dead or alive? Do you know where his son is now?"

"As for these few questions, if you can answer them correctly, I will immediately admit defeat and immediately fulfill the bet!"

Han Yi kept asking questions, seemingly simple questions, but they hit the nail on the head.

The little monk's face changed when he heard Han Yi's question, because it was something he could see very vaguely.

He couldn't believe that Han Yi could ask so accurately, could it be that he guessed?

The middle-aged man's face also changed drastically, he obviously knew what Han Yi was asking.

That's something that the little monk didn't figure out [Is there really someone who can see through everything?

The middle-aged man looked at Han Yi in surprise, but unfortunately the young monk didn't pay attention to him.

The little monk's expression immediately returned to normal, and he said with a smile: "It was common to break a leg when I was a child, so there's no reason for it! His girlfriend died in a car accident. It's an accident, and there's nothing to say about it! And his son, who must have been abducted by human traffickers, is probably still alive, but it's not something the poor monk can figure out where he is now, and I don't believe anyone can figure it out!"

The little monk's words were obviously meant to be sophistry, but the middle-aged man suddenly became ecstatic: "Master, is my poor son really still alive?"

The little monk hesitated, but he still said: "He should be alive, but the poor monk can't calculate his position!"

The hope that the middle-aged man had just raised was shattered again, and he couldn't help but stay there with a gloomy face!

"Hehe, it's ridiculous to make excuses when you're obviously not good at learning!" Han Yi said disdainfully.

"You...... Then tell me, I don't believe what reason you said!" The little monk felt that his volcano was about to erupt.

Han Yi sneered and said, "Listen well, I'll show you what fortune-telling is!"

"When he was 7 years old, he broke his leg from a tree because he was playing with a neighbor's child. He was pushed and fell from the tree. As for why others pushed him, it was because they were jealous of his family!"

"His college girlfriend died in a 590 car accident. It was caused by human beings. It was because he robbed someone else's girlfriend. The man was angry and drove over his girlfriend's doctor as soon as his brain got hot!"

"As for his son, he was indeed abducted by human traffickers. You guessed it right. His son was trafficked by human traffickers to a remote mountainous area in the southwest, a village called Lijiazhai. His life was very poor, and he has grown up now."

"Also, he has not just one daughter, but two!"

Han Yi's every word pierced into the little monk's heart like a knife, making his face full of disbelief.

"Impossible, I didn't even figure it out, how could you know? You must have made it up." The little monk roared crazily.

He didn't believe it, he thought it was all fabricated by Han Yi, how could it be that Han Yi couldn't figure it out better than him.

Han Yi looked at the little monk disdainfully, and said with a sneer: "It seems that you are not only not good at learning, but also unrepentant!"

"Whether I made it up or not, you can ask this person and you will know!"

When the little monk heard it, he seemed to catch the straw and looked at the middle-aged man expectantly, hoping that he would tell Han Yi's lies.

But when Han Yi asked these questions, the middle-aged man was already stunned, his face full of disbelief. .