"It rained yesterday, and the roads in Xi'an are slippery. You see, your chassis is not very stable and you won't be able to make a mistake if you fall. When you leave from here, follow the road on the left, do you understand?" yqkuo-
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The fat man squinted his eyes and said "ah" and asked: "That's it?"
"Well, that's it, do you want to hear it?"
The fat man smiled cheerfully and said: "It's not a big deal. You just want me to crawl. See if I can crawl forward for you. That's it."
Fatty, Mr. Wu and Mr. Mo Da said hello, cupped their hands and turned around to leave.
The three of them were a little confused. They looked at each other and asked Xiang Que: "Are you admitting defeat? You let people leave without calculating the hexagram. This makes us a little embarrassed."
Mr. Wu sighed and said: "We can be said to be victorious, but there is nothing we can do... It's easy to win a thousand armies, but it's hard to find one general."
Xiang Que held a cigarette in his mouth and said in the direction where the fat man was leaving: "Who said I didn't calculate the fortune?"
"Did you forget it? When did you forget it?" Old Lai asked confusedly.
Several people followed Xiang Que's eyes and looked at the fat man leaving. He did exactly what Xiang Que said after leaving here and turned around and walked towards the left road.
"Aim..." At this time, a wild cat followed a crooked tree on the roadside and jumped up to a three-story store next to it. There was a protruding open-air balcony on the store.
There is a row of flower pots placed.
When the wild cat got on the balcony, it pawed at a pot of flowers on it, and the flower pot fell down with a "whoosh".
It fell to the ground with a "pop" sound and broke into pieces.
The fat man who had just walked past was so frightened that he turned around and looked at the flowerpot on the ground in confusion.
If he hadn't happened to walk to the left, the pot of flowers knocked down by the wild cat on the balcony would have been a bloody disaster for him today.
Mr. Mo Da and the others immediately looked at Xiang Que. Outsiders might explain this by coincidence, but could they?
"Hey, I'll go, I was scared to death, and my face was almost covered with blood." The fat man patted his chest with lingering fear, turned back to look at Xiang Que and the others, and then cupped his hands.
Xiang Que said calmly: "Be careful, it's not over yet."
Mr. Wu and the others looked at Xiang Que and their eyes twitched again.
The fat man didn't hear this. He cupped his hands, turned around and took a step, when there was a "click" under his feet.
The fat man looked down and saw that he was confused again.
"What the hell is this?" The fat man stepped on a small blue and white porcelain bowl, which was crushed to pieces by his size 43 fat feet.
Next to the fat man was a small stall selling antiques. There were a bunch of small gadgets on it. When he raised his feet and landed, he happened to step on the stall.
The stall owner was an old man in his fifties. When he saw the fat man crushing his family heirloom, his eyes turned green. He grabbed the fat man's arm and said, "Hey, I said, you just walk and watch."
Come on, do you know what will happen if you step on it? A two-bedroom apartment in the Third Ring Road was destroyed by your step."
"Ah..." The fat man became confused for the third time today. He looked down at the fragments at his feet, turned around and said to Mr. Mo Da and the others with a sad face: "You guys, are you a little too unprepared for what happened to me?"
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The stall owner held on to him and said, "What are you trying to get into? I'm the one who's in trouble. Authentic blue and white porcelain passed down from generation to generation. Christie's asked for 8 million the year before last and was robbed. I'm going to spend the rest of my life there.
A family of five lives by this bowl. Two days ago, an antique dealer asked me to bid 200 yuan, but I didn’t even look at it. So far, I’ve been torn to pieces by you. What do you think I should do?
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The fat man looked at Mr. Mo Da and the others for help, and said, "Master, what do you think? Why didn't you tell me that today there would not only be a bloody disaster, but also a loss of money?"
Master Xu and the others looked at Xiang Que deeply and then walked to the side of the fat man, looking down at the blue and white porcelain fragments on the ground.
When the stall owner saw these people, his face suddenly dropped. He laughed and coughed a few times, scratching his head and saying nothing.
"As for the antiques, if someone was eye-catching when they were collecting them, he deserves to admit it, but today's matter is obviously not a transaction issue, right?" Mr. Wu bent down and picked up a piece of blue and white porcelain from the ground and said casually: "What do you mean?
How many generations has it been passed down from ancestors? If this bowl is as old as you, you can just go in and grab any of the things in my store."
Mr. Mo Da didn't even look at it, and said: "It's useless to talk about anything else. Do you think this fat guy is stupid about money? You really don't care if he wants six or seven figures in compensation, he has to have it? How much does it cost?"
You give me a price, that’s pretty much it.”
The stall owner smiled bitterly and sighed. He spread his hands and said, "I didn't look at the almanac when I went out today. I folded something as soon as I left the stall. For your sake, I'll close the stall and go home right away. I won't go out today. Please let me know."
This gentleman paid me five hundred yuan to compensate me, which is not much."
"Not much, not much, then you order it, it's exactly five hundred." The fat man took out all the money in the bag, and kept mumbling: "What a coincidence, what a coincidence, the calculation is just right."
I only have five hundred left, hey, I still have to walk home, so I’ll just treat it like losing weight.”
Mr. Wu and others quickly returned to Xiang Que. He raised his head and asked with a smile: "Who among you can carry me away?"
"You had known for a long time that if he walked to the right today, there would be a bloody disaster, and he was destined to lose his fortune, so you just left five hundred for him?" Mr. Wu blew his beard with a look of shock.
"Is the iron mouth cut off? The sign in my store needs to be smashed." Mr. Mo Da sighed quietly and said with a frustrated look: "We can only look at people's futures and predict the way out, but we can't predict the future."
Now, I used to think that this kind of legendary fortune-telling was just nonsense, but today I have become more enlightened."
Fortune-telling is generally based on this method. It can predict your future fortune and misfortune, as well as the direction of your family and career, but it is all general, that is to say, vague, and it can only be regarded as a trivial approach.
In the fortune-telling world, the real way of fortune-telling is to understand people's future events. As Mr. Mo Da said, if Xiang Que can judge a person's moment or three moments, then he can truly be a fortune teller.
What does it mean to stop for one hour and three quarters?
You are a fortune teller. Can you tell what will happen in the hour after you leave?
For example, the fat man who just went in, if Xiang Que hadn't reminded him, his head would definitely be bleeding. And the five hundred yuan that Xiang Que left for him, he would have known that he was going to lose his fortune today.
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Can such a person be kept?
If you can keep it, it will naturally be good.
I can’t keep you and I can’t force you to do it.
Therefore, Mr. Mo Da and the others no longer force Xiang Que to be their treasure, but invite him back very politely, just to have a cup of tea and ask for his advice.