The woman showed a look of surprise on her face and said, "Little brother, you are really good, you can even see this."

"Hehe, this is my true level." Wang Baoyu regained some confidence.

"Absolutely true, brother, tell me what I should do." The woman looked at Wang Baoyu earnestly.

"Sister, I can't always bear this kind of thing. Now that women's status has long been improved, we should dare to fight. In fact, the family also needs mutual respect. Your constant compromise has also encouraged his arrogance." Wang Baoyu said.

"How can I fight? He is big and thick, and I can't beat him. I'll say a few more words and I'll keep slapping my hands. Oh, I really can't live this life." The woman said with tears in her eyes.

"If you have difficulties, look for the Women's Federation." Wang Baoyu said casually.

"I am just a housewife, and I don't know where the door of the Women's Federation opens." The woman hesitated.

Wang Baoyu softened again and stood up and said, "Sister, I'll take you there."

The woman felt that Wang Baoyu didn't look bad, so she nodded and agreed. So Wang Baoyu put away the divination stall and walked out of Dingliu Park with the middle-aged woman.

"Little brother, you still have a car." When Wang Baoyu opened the car door, the middle-aged woman was shocked.

"Yes, having a car does not mean you can't set up a stall to tell fortunes." Wang Baoyu said, "Let's go, I'll send you to the Women's Federation. You must fight for the rights you should fight for. Women are oppressed by oppression. That's the old society."

The middle-aged woman stomped her feet hard before getting on the car, but she was so restrained that she didn't dare to move. She understood that this was a good car, for fear that it would cause trouble if it got dirty. Wang Baoyu asked her to relax. She stepped on the accelerator, walked through the streets and alleys, and headed straight to the city Women's Federation.

When he arrived at the gate of the Municipal Women's Federation, Wang Baoyu did not get off the car and said directly to the middle-aged woman: "You go in by yourself to explain the situation, and someone will help you solve it."

"Little brother, how should I thank you." The middle-aged woman's eyes were filled with gratitude and her eyes were wet.

"No need to thank you, remember, you can't be bullied by men in the future." Wang Baoyu said, stepped on the accelerator, turned around and drove away.

Sitting in the small shop and eating a bowl of noodles, Wang Baoyu regretted it again. Not only did he not make any money by telling fortunes, but he also made money from other people's business. It was really not worth it. After all, he was a good person.

After finishing the noodles, Wang Baoyu took out three dollars to pay the bill, but the boss smiled and said, "It's five dollars."

"The price has increased. Isn't a bowl of noodles four yuan in the past?" Wang Baoyu asked in surprise. No matter how high the price is, it can't be so outrageous.

"Your bowl is made of meat," the boss explained.

"Fuck, I didn't say add meat."

"Hehe, everyone in your outfit has to add meat, and some even ask for a pork trotter." The boss said to the car outside the hotel.

Wang Baoyu was speechless and made up for another two dollars. He was very depressed. I had never eaten any food before, but a thousand-eight hundred dollars was just pocket money. Now I have to calculate how many dollars I have to pay.

No, I have to try it in the afternoon. I can’t give up because of a temporary failure. I must find a way to make money. Wang Baoyu walked out of the noodle restaurant and drove into the car to Dinglilac Park.

"Young man, I'm out to set up a stall." The old guy said with a smile when he passed by the old fortune teller.

"I just came out to play and tell fortunes and find fun." Wang Baoyu said.

"You are still a little real, but you can't tell fortunes too seriously, otherwise you won't make any money." The old guy was instructing Wang Baoyu in the posture of a person who had experienced it.

"Sorry, I haven't learned to lie." Wang Baoyu said arrogantly, and found the flower bed where he set up a stall in the morning, and spread the white cloth out again.

Although Wang Baoyu kept cheering himself up and even though he shouted loudly from time to time, he waited for an afternoon and no one cared about the divination stall, which made him a little depressed. He didn't expect that setting up a divination stall would be difficult. If it really doesn't work, think about doing something else.

Until the evening, more and more people came to the park for a walk. Wang Baoyu seemed to understand some tricks. It turned out that he was not busy just now, no wonder no one came. Wang Baoyu regained his confidence, told fortunes, and gave money after he was accurate. Finally, several women couldn't help but curiosity and wanted to test the young man's ability, and squatted in front of the divination stall one after another.

Women ask about family matters, whether men have hidden private money, children will be promising, and whether they have little fortune recently. For Wang Baoyu, these questions are of course easy to get, and it is easy to get.

To seize this opportunity, Wang Baoyu took out the spirit of a professional hexagram master, saying that he was like a spitting star flying around and a sky was falling. While the women nodded and praised him, they finally put down a lot of money for him. After a group of people left, Wang Baoyu gathered the money, including five yuan and twenty yuan, which added up to a large number, fifty.

No matter how much you make, it is a good thing to open it. Wang Baoyu is full of fighting spirit and feels that once he has gained some fame, it should not be a problem to earn hundreds of dollars a day. After a month, it will be similar to working. If he is more ideal, he will make money every day.

Hehe, Wang Baoyu excitedly put the money in his pocket in his suit top, and felt warm in his heart. He had 360 skills, and as long as he was willing to put in his efforts, he could eat.

However, at this moment, the commotion of the people who set up stalls in the park interrupted Wang Baoyu's dream. It turned out that the paid urban management company had arrived. Wang Baoyu quickly got up, not caring about patting the dust on his butt, and began to pack up in a panic, wanting to avoid it for a while.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a dirty uniform had a inferior cigarette in his hand, his mouth was covered in yellow teeth, and his mouth was smelly of alcohol. He was swaying and swaying. He saw Wang Baoyu at a glance, and he walked forward and shouted, "Who asked you to set up a stall here, hurry up and put them away."

"Brother, how did you come here for the first time? I hope you will take more care of it." Wang Baoyu smiled and handed over a cigarette. The drunk urban management officer took the cigarette and grabbed it in his ears. He didn't take it seriously at all, and said, "You are a little fortune teller, set up a stall to pay taxes to support economic development."

"I didn't make any money on the first day, so I'd better slow down." Wang Baoyu bargained with a smile, and he felt really unbalanced. Thinking back then, I was also calling the wind and rain. What a nonsense like you. Oh, it's time for a while, and the past is unbearable to look back on.

"It's said it's the first day, who are you fooling?" The urban management didn't believe it.

Wang Baoyu suppressed his anger and smiled apologized: "Brother Urban Management, let's talk about it carefully. Brothers will make money to invite you to drink. Please give me some advice and take care of you."

"No, pay the money quickly, or close the stall and leave." The urban manager of the drunkard refused to give up and took out the stub of the bill from his pocket.
Chapter completed!