After reading Jiang Shan's fortune, Hong Shan also handed over her's own birth date and said, "This is our family's Young Miss' Bazi Chart, you can read it." She had done it according to Jiang Xi's instructions. Jiang Xi wanted to give it try.
The young man was still angry. When he saw Hong Shan take out the money, he reluctantly reached out and took it. A man would not bend for some rice, but he could bend for three thousand yuan. He roughly glanced at the Bazi Chart Hong Shan handed over and said, "If you don't believe me, you can leave. There's no need to test me again and again. The birth characters you gave me are even worse than the ones just now. You'll be a slave for the rest of your life, a lowly life. Fortunately, you've met a noble person who can help you get rid of my status as a slave. Even your descendants will have great opportunities."
Hong Shan laughed when she heard this. No one disliked hearing good words.
