Xiang Que took a picked branch and set it on fire. After burning the branch black, he wrote a calculation word in front of himself.
"Hmm..." Old Man Lai tilted his head, nodded and commented: "The strong writing style shows that you have a strong character, and the elegant handwriting shows that you are free and easy, and your words are like the person you are. You can see it from this calculation.
You, eh..."
The old man was about to make a comment in a serious manner, but then he suddenly understood. He stared at his eyes and said: "Oh, let me go, young man, you are not honest, you are here to cause trouble."
Xiang Que turned around and said with a smile: "Uncle, I just want to make a living. I can get enough money to eat for two days and then leave."
"Then you chose the wrong place. Do you think you can get business if you set up a stall next to me, Lai Banxian?" Old Lai stretched his neck and hummed, "With my golden sign here, you must have no one."
I’m curious, since you’re just a breadwinner, I won’t give you a hard time, just find another place.”
Although the old man was talking nonsense, he was not evil-minded, and he was self-righteous enough to give Xiang Que a kind word.
People want clothes, just like they want gold. When comparing the two of them, the old man is more convincing if he is a fairy, while Xiang Que is slovenly and looks poor at first glance. If someone were to count, the first choice would definitely be Old Lai.$
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But what about the facts?
After strolling around the street, Xiang Que deliberately chose to set up a stall here, because this location is still a decent financial position. He doesn't need to have a good business, he just needs to make a little money.
Xiang Que leaned his head and half-squinted his eyes, yawned and said: "Uncle, don't worry about this. It's too late today. I'll just make a fortune and then leave. I can still receive such a small amount of business."
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Old Man Lai shook his head regretfully, as if he felt that Xiang Que's choice was very unwise: "Young man, you have little experience."
But what happened?
When Xiang Que had just taken a nap, a middle-aged man in his forties wandered over hesitantly. When he passed by Old Man Lai's stall, he seemed to have the intention to stop and ask, but there was a sudden movement at his feet.
The crooked man staggered over to Xiang Que, and when he happened to lower his head, he saw a calculation written on the ground.
The middle-aged man scratched his head and glanced at Old Man Lai.
"Sir, please move here and wait for me to do the math for you." The old man nodded the paper fan in his hand and pointed to the stool in front of the stall.
The middle-aged man seemed to want to go there, but after hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, forget it, it's the same everywhere, I just want to ask a simple question for some comfort."
Old Man Lai shook his hand and pulled off a strand of his beard: "Why don't you come to me for comfort?"
Unexpectedly, Xiang Que waved his hand and said to the middle-aged man: "Go back, I don't count."
The middle-aged man was stunned, and Old Lai frowned, both of them quite surprised.
"I haven't asked yet, why don't you just ignore it?" the middle-aged man said a little unhappily.
Xiang Que said: "Go back, don't forget about it, and settle down well. You should understand what I'm saying, right?"
The middle-aged man was suddenly startled. He opened his mouth for a long time without saying a word. The expression on his face was ridiculously complicated and unpredictable, which made people look very surprised.
After a long moment, the middle-aged man sighed and said a bit dejectedly: "Well, well, thank you, I understand, I understand."
The middle-aged man seemed very helpless and sentimental. After standing up, he walked slowly and staggeringly, his back looking very desolate.
Old Man Lai came over shaking his fan and asked in disbelief: "Business has come to my door, but you actually pushed it out? Young man, your numbers are a bit too easy, why don't you count them for him?"
"Forget it, it's all in vain. If I can't collect money, why should I go through all the trouble in vain?" Xiang Que said casually, shaking the branch in his hand.
Old Man Lai was even more confused. Originally, he thought that he was quite good at deceiving people. His words were like the clouds in the sky, which meant he was quite floating. But he didn't expect that someone was actually more floating than him, floating directly out of the earth and into the Milky Way.
"Why is it all in vain? Why can't we collect money?" Old Lai had a strong thirst for knowledge and continued to question while stretching his neck.
"I am terminally ill and my life is not long."
The middle-aged man stood in front of Xiang Que. He could already feel the death energy oozing out of Xiang Que's body. It was obvious that he didn't have much time to live. This kind of person couldn't be counted because money from the dead couldn't be saved.
collected.
Old Man Lai said in a daze: "Oh, you are so cruel. You just want to kill someone. This is too wild."
Xiang Que sighed and said, "I confiscated his money."
Old Man Lai and Xiang Que chatted incessantly. He had no objection to this kind of liar in the fortune-telling world, nor was he disgusted with the old man. This was not considered evil, it was just a means of eating.
You can also learn about the customs and customs of Xi'an by chatting with the old man. This old man belongs to the world of martial arts. He said that he has done everything. When he was young, he worked as a coolie and did some small business. Later, when he got older, he could not do anything.
He makes a living by running a fortune-telling stall. His surname is indeed Lai, but it has nothing to do with Lai Buyi.
"This business is also a high-risk industry. When I meet a big customer, I can touch his fragile heartstrings with just one sentence. They can throw a lot of money at me without a word, but if I don't hit it right,
People might give me a slap if they throw away their hands." Old Lai pointed to his head and said, "Do you know why you have long hair? The scars on it all have stories."
Xiang Que said with a smile: "The person who did this is serious and ruthless, why did he do it only on the head?"
"They said they were helping me organize my thoughts so that I wouldn't be distracted by what I said." Old Lai sighed sadly.
"It's business time." Xiang Que suddenly raised his head and looked at a young daughter-in-law in her thirties walking over not far away.
Old Man Lai also saw that he was here for business. There was a woman in her thirties twenty meters ahead. She kept staring at the fortune-telling stalls on the street as she walked, as if she was wondering which one to go to.
Old Man Lai suddenly became immortal and shook his paper fan with a bang, his long beard swaying in the wind, and an enigmatic expression on his face, which made him look quite attractive.
"Stop pretending, it's not your business," Xiang Que said calmly next to him.
"Why?"
"You are destined to have no money today and will not be able to do business."
Old Man Lai puffed his beard and glared, just about to say goodbye to Xiang Que, but he didn't expect that the thirty-year-old daughter-in-law walked all the way and her eyes only paused at Old Man Lai for a moment, and finally walked towards Xiang Que.
"This young man..." Old Lai was amazed and a little at a loss.
Xiang Que smiled, raised his head and said to the woman standing in front of him: "I'm here to calculate my spouse, right?"
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