Rebirth: Rising Hong Kong

"Wow, what a big formation!"

"Yeah, that's Shi Zhijian in white?"

"Look, that is real estate tycoon Li Zhaoji!"

"The other one is Li Jiacheng, the president of Hong Kong Cheung Kong Industries!"

People around pointed at Shi Zhijian and others.

Those media reporters who had already heard the news also set up long guns and short cannons around them, ready to fight.

Miao Zhu knew that something big was going to happen today, but he didn't expect such a big scene, even if the Governor of Hong Kong came in person, there would be no such scene.

Miao Zhu led everyone in the temple to welcome him out.

Shi Zhijian didn't say much, he just said that he came here to draw lots to pray for blessings.

After being invited in, Shi Zhijian first came to the altar, looked at the standing statue of Lord Che, and then glanced at the windmills placed on both sides.

Miao Zhu stepped forward and said to Shi Zhijian cautiously: "Turning this windmill can bring good luck to you."

"Really?" Shi Zhijian smiled slightly, "But today I came here not only to pray for good luck for myself, but most importantly, to pray for good luck for the people of Hong Kong. But I don't know if turning this windmill can transfer luck for the people?"

"Of course! Mr. Che is a god!" Miao Zhu said firmly, "As long as you are sincere, you will be successful!"

Shi Zhijian smiled and shook off the windbreaker he was wearing.

Yan Xiong caught it behind him.

Shi Zhijian invited Li Zhaoji, Li Jiacheng and others to turn the windmill in person.

Everyone asked Shi Zhijian to invite first.

Shi Zhijian turned the windmill with his hands.

The windmill creaked.

There happened to be a whirlwind blowing around.

"Look, Mr. Che has appeared!"

"Yes, there is a whirlwind, whirlwind!"

The people of Hong Kong believe in Feng Shui very much. To put it bluntly, they are superstitious. When Shi Zhijian turned the windmill, there was such a whirlwind, which made them shout.

Shi Zhijian didn't expect such a coincidence, he cupped his fists at the Che Gong statue calmly, and said, "Thank you!"

Li Zhaoji, Li Jiacheng, Xu Sanshao, Huo Dashao and others also had surprised expressions behind Shi Zhijian, especially Laihao who came over with him, opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Pu, your mother, this is really outrageous! Jian turned the windmill, and it actually attracted a whirlwind! I'll try it later!"

After Shi Zhijian turned the windmill, those big bosses stepped forward to turn the windmill to pray for safety.

Li Zhaoji, Li Jiacheng and others moved one by one according to their status.

But without exception, no one had this weird phenomenon.

Lai Hao didn’t believe in evil. When it was his turn, he went up to the statue of Mr. Che and bowed three times, saying, “Mr. Che, Mr. Che, you don’t know me, and I don’t know you either! But that was in the past! Now let’s talk about you You know, my name is Wu Guohao, and I used to hang out in Wanchai! The big guy in Wanchai who chopped all over Causeway Bay with a watermelon knife is me!"

"Zhong You, I am a person who distinguishes black and white in things, and loyalty comes first! If you are willing to cover me in the future, then show me a little whirlwind. From now on, I, Wu Guohao, will guarantee that you will be popular and spicy, and worship every year. You, I’ll send you a roast suckling pig! If you look down on me, then there’s nothing to talk about, and I’ll draw out the watermelon knife and kill you!”

After the lame Haoluo finished talking, he clenched his fists at Mr. Che and started to spin the windmill.

This time it's evil!

The windmill didn't move at all!

"Ah, what's going on?" Lai Hao's eyes widened.

Others also looked suspicious.

The windmill was fine just now, why can't it turn when Lai Hao is going to turn it now?

Lai Hao looked very embarrassed, what's the reason? Look down on me?

Miao Zhu was also sweating, and hurriedly stepped forward to check, then clasped his fists and said to Li Hao: "Sorry, sir, this windmill is stuck! It needs repairing!"

Lame rolled his eyes angrily.

The surrounding people pointed to Li Hao and said: "This is a bad guy, even Mr. Che didn't protect him!"

"Dare to threaten our God-respecting Mr. Che, seek death!"

"If you can't turn the windmill, go to the street!"

Lai Hao was not embarrassed this time, but his old face was flushed. In other words, he would have rushed forward to fight Che Gong, but there were so many people in front of him, not to mention Shi Zhijian was already glaring at him.

Helpless, Laihao had no choice but to clap his fists at Che Gongxiang: "You are doing well, just wait! Humph!"

At this time, Shi Zhijian had arrived at the lottery under the guidance of Miao Zhu and others.

According to Miaozhu's words, there are thirty-seven fortune-telling stalls in Chegong Temple, but this one at the entrance of the temple is the most accurate.

Indeed, the old fortune teller was wearing Taoist robes, with white hair and a childlike face, with a fairy air.

The old fortune-teller's attitude is very good, even though Shi Zhijian is extraordinary, there are so many people behind him who come to him like stars, he doesn't even owe his ass, let alone get up to greet him, he just strokes his white beard , with a closed-eyed look.

Until Miao Zhu said that there was a fortune teller.

The old fortune-teller opened his eyes just now, and his dim eyes became radiant the moment he saw Shi Zhijian, so that he was slightly startled and almost fell off his seat.

"Ah, old man, are you alright?" Shi Zhijian had quick eyes and quick hands, and hurried forward to help him.

The old fortune-teller was supported by Shi Zhijian, and said, "It's okay! It's okay! I'm getting old, and I'm a bit unfit!" While talking, he took a deep look at Shi Zhijian, thinking, how could there be such a thing in the world? Has such a weird face? !

However, Shi Zhijian knew why the fortune teller was so surprised and lost his composure when he saw him. Can't help but think highly of the opponent's ability.

"Are you a fortune teller, or..."

"I want to draw lots, it's one thing."

"Drawing lots? That's fine! Just draw a lot and have a look!"

The old fortune teller said, picked up the chip and shook it, stopped for a while, twitched his white beard and looked at Shi Zhijian to take one.

Behind Shi Zhijian, Li Zhaoji and others poked their heads out to take a closer look.

Shi Zhijian reached out and took one casually, and handed it to the old fortune teller without looking at it.

The surrounding media reporters crackled and recorded this scene.

The old fortune-teller glanced at the lot first, and then at Shi Zhijian: "What are you, what are you asking for?"

"I'm a bridge~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I want a bridge!"

"For whom?"

"For the four million compatriots in Hong Kong!"

"good!"

The old fortune-teller said, pointing at the words on the stick with his long fingernails, stroked his beard with one hand and read aloud: "Prestige is not prestige, it should only help and have precepts. Surrounded by Zhang Liangshou."

After reading, the fortune teller looked at Shi Zhijian again and said, "Congratulations, sir, this lottery is neither good nor bad, but a winning lottery."

Shi Zhijian smiled, clasped his fists and said to the old man, "Thank you!"

After speaking, he took the bamboo stick and turned to face the media: "Everyone, see clearly, this is a winning lottery! I won't say much else, I just hope that the British Hong Kong government can humbly listen to different opinions! Just build a bridge ,is that really so difficult?"

"There are more than 130 seats in the government council, and four million compatriots in Hong Kong. Which one can dominate this bridge? Shi Zhijian and you - wait and see!"