Yang Zimei originally wanted to laugh at her for trying to do everything in front of him, but when he saw her eyes full of eagerness to attract customers, he couldn't bear to let her down, so he sat down.
The goddess stick made random remarks based on her facial features and palms. What she said was just a pretentious attempt to defraud people of their money, but it was also superficial.
When she was helping Yang Zimei read her fortune, Yang Zimei also opened his eyes to help her read.
Then, she discovered that the tragic fate of this goddess stick was no less tragic than her previous life.
Li Zhen, who is named after this goddess, lost both of her parents in a car accident when she was six years old, leaving her seventy-year-old grandmother and her one-year-old brother who were blinded by grief, barely living on their parents' compensation.
Because she had to take care of her elderly grandmother and young brother, she couldn't go to school, so she learned a little bit about fortune-telling from a blind neighbor. She had no academic qualifications and couldn't find much work, so she had to go out and set up a stall.
What a stick.
She looked like a replica of her previous life, and Yang Zimei couldn't help feeling pity. He took out three hundred cash from his wallet and handed it to her.
"so much?"
When Li Zhen saw the three hundred yuan, his eyes that were dimmed by the exhaustion of life lit up. He wanted to reach out and take it, but after thinking about it again, he retracted his hand, shook his head and said to Yang Zimei, "No need for three hundred yuan.
I’ve written here that the price for a fortune-telling is five yuan, and the price for helping you resolve the disaster is twenty yuan. I’m only going to give you a fortune-telling now, and I haven’t helped you resolve the disaster, so I’ll charge you five yuan.”
Yang Zimei looked at Li Zhen in surprise.
She didn't expect that this Li Zhen was so upright.
In such a poor situation, it is really rare to refuse three hundred yuan without hesitation.
She remembers her last life, but she wished that everyone would give her more money.
"So that's the case."
Yang Zimei nodded, took out five yuan from his wallet and handed it to Li Zhen.
Li Zhen happily took it and said to her, "Thank you."
I didn’t want three hundred yuan, but I was still so happy when I asked for five yuan.
This Li Zhen is really a weirdo. I don't know whether to call her stupid or noble.
She took a closer look at Li Zhen's face and found that although this man was poor and miserable, he did not look depressed. In his demeanor, he still retained his self-esteem and pride.
Moreover, her appearance also showed that she had noble people to help her, and her days would get better and better.
She couldn't help but count with her fingers, but she couldn't figure out who this noble man Li Zhen was.
Could it be you?
Seeing her counting with her fingers, Li Zhen was confused and couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing? You can't do math, right?"
"Exactly."
Yang Zimei stopped counting with her fingers and asked her with a smile, "Have you ever thought about changing your job so that you no longer have to set up a stall here to deceive people?"
"I...I'm not lying."
Li Zhen's face turned red instantly and he argued in a low voice, "I really know how to tell fortunes."
"Okay, let's put this aside. I just want to ask you now, do you want to change your job?" Yang Zimei asked.
"What do you think? I haven't gone to school, I just know a few words, and even if I sweep the streets, no one wants to hire me." Li Zhen said with a frustrated look.
"My parents own a bakery and they want to hire someone with clean hands and feet to help. If you are willing, I can take you to have a look."
A few days ago, my mother was saying that because the bread was delicious, the bakery's business was getting better and better. The two of them were almost overwhelmed and wanted to hire a reliable helper.