There was still no sound in the room. It must be that the monk was showing Zhou Jiyao's palms. Dai Jialang was anxious and prayed that the old monk would change the conclusion that he had done. If he still came to the conclusion that he had no son, who would know what Zhou Jiyao would think.

After a long time, the old monk said slowly: "The donor's palms are thick, the veins are tortuous but not scattered, and his ten fingers are short but strong, which is clearly the fate of a great wealth, but..."

"However?" Zhou Jiyao couldn't help asking.

The old monk hesitated and said, "However, his palms are thick but too soft. Although the veins are tortuous and not dispersed, they are like father-in-law, with his fingers short but too hard. If he is a poor person, he may have a son in his destiny, but the donor is clearly rich and noble. With the combination of hardness and softness, it is naturally a daughter."

When Zhou Jiyao heard this, he seemed to be unable to help it anymore and scolded him: "No, I already have a son, how can I say it's a daughter?"

Unexpectedly, the old monk was also stubborn and said, "The donor just said that the female donor was just pregnant, and even if he was a baby boy, he could not be sure of having a child."

Zhou Jiyao took a deep breath and said angrily: "What do you mean is this child not going to survive?"

The old monk seemed to realize that his words might cause trouble and hurriedly said, "I don't mean that. In fact, when I said that the donor was destined to have no children, the donor's son stood outside the door. Although he unfortunately passed away, he could not say that the donor was destined to have no children."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Jiyao snorted: "If my son was standing at the door back then, then I would only think that you were farting, and I would not come to tell you fortune again today."

The old monk said in confusion: "But the donor just now clearly stated that it was your son who was standing at the door, but he unfortunately passed away."

Zhou Jiyao lowered his voice and said, "Although he is my son, he is not my biological child."

When the old monk heard this, he said in surprise: "This... this, I am wrong, I am wrong."

Zhou Jiyao calmed down and said, "You have not made any mistakes. I ask you, is your conclusion today still saying that I am destined to have no son?"

The old monk hesitated for a while before saying, "I'm not afraid of the donor being angry. Speaking of which, the donor still doesn't understand the Buddhist verses enough.

In fact, what Buddhism says about nothing is existence, and being there is nothing. There is no child in the destiny, and there is also a child in the destiny. There is a child in the destiny, that is, there is no child in the destiny.

As for whether it exists or does not exist, it all depends on the donor’s own thoughts. I have said this. Please do not need to be too obsessed with it. As the saying goes, sometimes destiny will eventually exist, and destiny will always be forced."

Zhou Jiyao seemed to be confused by the old monk and scolded: "You old bald donkey is just a contradictory thing. What is there or not? Is it okay to give me a happy word?"

The old monk was not angry and said slowly: "Please forgive me, donor. I am a monk, not a fortune teller on the street. In my eyes, I have no worries about any existence or nonsense. This is what is called the four elements empty. Since the donor is already rich and noble, why should he seek trouble yourself?"

Zhou Jiyao sat there, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and finally said, "There is another thing to come here today. Six years ago, you named my grandson Zhou Xiaohu, so you also give my son a name."

The old monk said in confusion: "The noble son has not been born yet and has no birth date. How can I choose this name?"

Zhou Jiyao waved his hand and said, "There is no need to stick to the birth date and horoscope. I don't even know my own birth date and horoscope. Aren't you still rich and powerful? It's obvious that this thing is not as good as a bullshit. Just think of a good name for me."

The old monk hesitated for a while before saying, "Then I can only choose this name according to the donor's wishes."

Zhou Jiyao nodded and said, "This is the best."

The old monk muttered a word for a while and said, "Just call Zhou Cunxu."

Zhou Jiyao asked in confusion: "Is there any special meaning?"

The old monk said: "This means having a son at home, and the meaning of Cunxu means that the noble son is like the rising sun, which is not limited by manpower."

Zhou Jiyao muttered a few words, nodded, and said, "Okay, this name is good. To be honest, I still admire your old bald donkey's knowledge, but I still say the same thing. We can only know the two of us. If the third person knows it, I will cut your tongue."

The old monk recited a Buddha's name and said, "Heaven knows the earth knows you know me."

Hearing this, Dai Jialang hurriedly ran to a stone in front of the monastery and sat down, took out a cigarette and lit it, and his heart couldn't help but jump.

After a while, Zhou Jiyao walked out of the monastery. Dai Jialang hurriedly threw away half of the Yanzhen and stood up. At this time, it was already dark and he couldn't see Zhou Jiyao's face clearly. However, based on his feelings, he knew that the boss's face should not look good at this moment.

Damn, why can't the damn old monk be more energetic? As long as he says something about having a son when he is in the donor, Zhou Jiyao's chin will fall off now.

"Boss, where are you going?" Dai Jialang asked carefully.

Zhou Jiyao sat there for a while without saying a word, as if he was still zenly understanding what the old monk had just said. After a long time, he suddenly asked, "How is the name Zhou Cunxu?"

After pausing, he seemed to be afraid that Dai Jialang would not have any education and did not know which words he said, and he added: "The existence of existence is the rising sun."

Dai Jialang didn't expect Zhou Jiyao to discuss this issue with him, so he hesitated and asked, "Is this the name given to Mr. Tang's son?"

Zhou Jiyao nodded and said, "No, that old bald donkey just now."

Dai Jialang smiled and said, "It sounds good, but I don't have much education and don't know what it means. There must be some special considerations for naming children in our hometown."

Zhou Jiyao took out a cigarette and lit it, took a few sips in the darkness, and asked, "Then what's the point of the name your family gave you."

Dai Jialang didn't expect that Zhou Jiyao would be interested in his name and smiled and said, "Chairman, I have a long story about this name, so I'd better not say it."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Jiyao insisted: "It's okay anyway, just tell me. To be honest, if you want to name it, rural people are still particular about it now. People in the city just want to make a good sound, and they can call out any strange names."

Dai Jialang had no choice but to say, "My father's surname was Dai. When he was young, he was very poor and could not afford to marry his wife. In the end, he had to marry into a marriage. My mother's surname was Wang. Therefore, after my brother and I were born, my surname was Wang, but Wang. After my brother got married, my father always felt that we could not break the incense of our ancestors, so he asked me to recognize our ancestors and return to our ancestors and changed our name to Dai Jialang, which means the first boy in the Dai family."

Zhou Jiyao sighed after hearing this, "Yes, no matter how poor you are, you can't cut off your ancestors' incense. Your daughter is unreliable. After getting married, she basically forgot what her surname is.

Even if you marry into a marriage, it’s useless. Look, your father married into the Wang family, but when you grow up, you still have to regain your ancestors?”

Dai Jialang didn't expect that a big boss like Zhou Jiyao actually had this traditional idea. He didn't know what to say for a moment, and said with a smile:

"Actually, my father's idea is very simple. He is just worried that no one will pay homage to the ancestral graves of our brother's surname Wang, and he is even more worried that his descendants will not visit him. Rural people attach great importance to visiting the graves on the Winter Solstice on the Qingming Festival and the New Year's Day."

Zhou Jiyao nodded and said, "Respecting the ancestors of heaven and earth is originally a tradition of Chinese people, and it is not a patent of rural people. It is just that the people in the city can't even remember what their ancestors are called."

Dai Jialang couldn't figure out Zhou Jiyao's intentions, so he didn't dare to talk too much, so he asked again: "Chairman, where are you going now?"

Zhou Jiyao did not answer Dai Jialang's question, but said: "I still have a problem now. See if you have any good solutions."

Dai Jialang hurriedly said, "Oh, since even the chairman can't solve it, how can I have this ability?"

Zhou Jiyao said: "That's not necessarily the case. As the saying goes, three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang. Your head is very clever. Maybe you can think of a good idea for me."

Dai Jialang had no choice but to say: "Of course I am willing to share the worries for the chairman, but I am worried that I don't have the ability."

Zhou Jiyao was silent for a while and said, "If you have two women who have given birth to a son for you, but one day you suspect that this child may not be yours, what are you going to do?"

Dai Jialang was so scared that his whole body trembled slightly. He didn't understand why Zhou Jiyao suddenly told him this. Could it be that he had already suspected him?

It is impossible. If he really doubted that he was cuckolding him, he would not be able to sit here to discuss the problem with him calmly. It is probably because the old monk's words just now caused his suspicion.

"This is not simple, go to the hospital for a paternity test." Dai Jialang said as if he was simple-minded.

Zhou Jiyao shook his head and said, "If you go to the hospital for paternity tests when every child is born, wouldn't the villagers know about it? Then there will definitely be gossip everywhere. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

Dai Jialang touched his head, thought for a while, and asked in a decisive way: "What do you mean is that both children may not belong to them?"

Zhou Jiyao hesitated and said, "Maybe there is one that is not his own, but I don't know which one it is."

Dai Jialang pondered for a moment and said, "I think it is unlikely that two women will steal the same man even if they steal people. As long as I make sure that these two children are brothers, they must be my own children.

If you are not a brother, then one of them is definitely not a biological child, or neither of them is a biological child. You have to go to the hospital for a paternity test in person.”

Zhou Jiyao was stunned for a while, then suddenly reached out and slapped Dai Jialang's shoulder, laughed and said, "Good solution, good solution, I know you have many ideas in your belly."

Dai Jialang was sweating all over his back and smiled flatteringly: "The Chairman has been too much."

Zhou Jiyao seemed to be happy again suddenly, waved his hand and said, "Let's go, go to No. 16, Dayun Mountain."
Chapter completed!