Fortune Teller Master

Cheng Huaming was already annoyed when he didn’t get through the first time.
When the phone rang, his patience was almost exhausted his patience.
Fortunately, someone answered: “Who is it?”

Cheng Huaming’s eyebrows were tightly frowning and he talked with a superior sounding voice: “I am Cheng Huaming, the vice president of the Northern Taoist Association.
I have something to inform Lin Qingyin.”

“Northern Taoist Association?” Jiang Wei misunderstood, and asked Lin Qingyin next to him in an unabashed voice: “Little Master, have you heard of it?”

Lin Qingyin held an ancient coin for the divination in her finger and smiled softly: “A few people dare to call themselves Taoism Masters and don’t ask others if they are qualified to represent others.
I haven’t heard of this kind of pheasant organization.”

Lin Qingyin’s voice came over clearly.
Not only Cheng Huaming, but even Zheng Cheng’s face turned green.
But even though they were full of anger, the two were embarrassed to choke on this issue.
After all, they were non-governmental organizations and were not officially recognized.

Zheng Cheng stood up abruptly, but seeing Zhu Weizhen next to him sitting down again, he winked at Cheng Huaming next to him.
Cheng Huaming was overthrown with just one sentence, and his confidence was not so strong.
He even lowered his tone by three points: “Master Lin can’t say that, our Northern Taoist Association has a history of 15 years.
Everyone here can be called your senior, it’s a little impolite for you to speak like that.”

Lin Qingyin chuckled softly: “You are not old enough to be my senior, and you have to let others see if you are worthy to be called like this.”

Cheng Huaming was so pissed that he didn’t know what to say.
He would have thrown his phone away in normal times, but this time they were going to trick and rob someone.
He didn’t have the face to refute this sentence.
Besides, he didn’t dare to offend Lin Qingyin.
If she didn’t come, they would be in trouble.

Zheng Cheng also thought so.
Seeing that Cheng Huaming was so angry, he could only pick up the phone by himself.
He laughed a few times and talked very kindly: “Master Lin, I am Zheng Cheng.
The president of the Northern Taoist Association.
Although our association is not big or formal, we have gathered a lot of colleagues.
This time I called Master Lin to invite you to come over for a gathering, and everyone can exchange ideas and make friends.”

Zheng Cheng’s words sounded much more pleasing to the ear, Lin Qingyin took the phone and smiled: “President Zheng, I’m sorry.
We have a lot of homework in school, and I don’t have time to attend some exchange meetings.”

Zheng Cheng only knew that Lin Qingyin was quite young, but he didn’t know the specific thing.
When he heard that she was doing homework, he immediately looked confused.
Was Lin Qingyin too young?

Seeing this, Zhu Weizhen hurriedly whispered to Zheng Cheng: “Lin Qingyin is a freshman at Imperial University.”

When Zheng Cheng heard that, he was in a very complicated mood.
His family spent an unknown amount of money on tutoring for their children to take the second exam.
Lin Qingyin, who was a fortune-teller, even went to college.
What kind of fate is this? But then Zheng Cheng became even more enthusiastic.
For a child under twenty years old to become famous in their industry, there must be a big chance for him to become famous.