Zheng He furrowed his brows, "Does it have to be 24 hours?"
In fact, waiting for 24 hours was not impossible for him, but what about tonight? With only 21 yuan left in his pocket, where could he stay? Should he really sleep under the bridge to guard his money?
The fortune-teller said solemnly, "Yes, it must be 24 hours. The money must remain here undisturbed, not a minute less, otherwise the consequences will be very serious!"
Zheng He was stunned.
The consequences were already severe.
He had to stay up all night guarding his 'sincerity', otherwise, if he fell asleep and someone stole his money, it would be over.
Zheng He: "What about you? Are you staying here with me tonight?"
The fortune-teller smiled, waved his hand and said, "You can guard it by yourself. We are destined to meet; otherwise, I normally wouldn't help anyone like this."
Zheng He looked at the old man and suddenly grinned, "Thank you, master, but..."
"But what?"
