"One hundred yuan for fortune telling and five hundred for fortune telling, a total of six hundred yuan."
The fortune teller paused for a moment, sighed and took out a piece of talisman seal. He drew some runes at random and shook his head.
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"I understand, how can you get discounts on medicines when you go to the hospital? If this lucky charm is discounted, your spirituality will definitely be reduced."
The man respectfully took the talisman with both hands and put it into his bag. He took out his wallet from his pocket and took out five hundred-yuan Chinese coins and handed them over.
"That's right, there's no bargaining on this medicine."
"Well, talismans are spiritual, so of course they can't be discounted like ordinary things."
"Asking for it at a discount shows disrespect to the gods. The old man will definitely take it back due to the spiritual nature of this talisman."
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The crowd began to whisper, and of course they all understood this approach, especially the middle-aged women, who even mentioned the gods.
"Wait a minute." When Zhang Yang saw the fortune teller about to take the money, he stood up and shouted in a hurry.
"What's wrong?" the man asked in surprise, and at the same time withdrew his hand that was holding the money.
The fortune teller stretched out his hand halfway, but failed to get the money. His old face turned red and looked particularly embarrassed, and then he looked at Zhang Yang with angry eyes.
"Old god, did you have any reasons for going out today?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile, not caring about his murderous eyes.
"What do you mean?" The fortune teller was confused.
"I mean, did you calculate the good and bad luck for yourself before going out today?"
"Do I still need to calculate? It's just nonsense."
The fortune teller knew that he was deliberately causing trouble, and immediately got angry and continued: "Whenever I go out, it will be an auspicious day. I can turn bad luck into good luck and help everyone avoid disasters. You are simply unreasonable."
After a moment of pause, perhaps still feeling uneasy, he continued: "If your hall turns black, it is destined to be a bad omen, and you will be facing bad luck. You should be careful."
He felt that such a curse was more reasonable, and it looked more graceful than scolding his father and mother, and it was also in line with his title of living god.
"Why are you, a young man, so rude?"
"Yes, if you are so disrespectful to the living gods, be careful of the gods punishing you."
"Don't make trouble. I still have something to do. I will be transferred after today. It's important to find a job quickly."
Everyone expressed their dissatisfaction with Zhang Yang, and they all thought the same as the fortune teller, he was just causing trouble.
Especially the man who just told the fortune, he believed deeply in the living gods. As he spoke, he handed over the money again, wanting to leave quickly, or to get rid of the bad luck quickly.
"Did the Living God tell me a fortune for free just now?" Zhang Yang ignored everyone and asked with a smirk.
"Yes, it's like giving you a divination for free. Go back and burn incense and pray for blessings. Don't disturb me here to help the world and save people." The fortune teller started to roar.
"Then I'll remind you in return..."
"I don't need you to remind me, just leave now."
Before he could finish speaking, the fortune teller began to issue orders to expel guests. He no longer cared about his status and demeanor, which showed his dislike for Zhang Yang.
"Don't be angry, I mean well."
Zhang Yang continued shamelessly: "Your wallet was stolen."
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The fortune teller was stunned for a moment, then his thin face began to twist, and he suddenly turned around and rummaged through the bag on the side.
"TMD, who stole my wallet?" After searching for a long time and finding nothing, he stood up and cursed angrily.
"Of course he's not from here. I saw a man squatting behind you just now, taking his wallet and walking away." Zhang Yang explained patiently.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Don't you know how to count?"
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"You damn old man, why don't you keep an eye on that five hundred I just gave you?" The middle-aged woman couldn't help it and cursed loudly.
After all, women are women, especially those who love money. Once they know that they have lost money, they will forget even what they were entrusted with.
"I put it in my bag just now, but who would have thought it would be stolen." The fortune teller explained with a sad look on his face.
"Didn't I put it in front? Why are you putting it in your wallet?"
"Aren't I worried that there will be chaos when there are too many people and I will take the money away? Damn it, who would have thought that with so many people guarding, thieves would dare to attack?"
The fortune teller no longer had the same sanctimonious look as before, and continued to shout like a rogue: "Where's the Fourth Brother? I'm so busy and you all know how to watch the fun. If my wallet is stolen, you will drink the northwest wind."
It's no wonder that he ignored his face, defended the crowd and got angry. Inside was the fortune-telling expenses for more than ten days, which amounted to several thousand yuan. If he lost it, he wouldn't even have food.
"Nima, liar, so you are a group?"
"That's right, you're still a living god, that's bullshit."
"Call the police and arrest them."
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Everyone suddenly understood and cursed to express their anger, while the man just left quietly, obviously he couldn't afford to embarrass this man.
It is understandable that a highly educated intellectual was actually teased by a few charlatans. He would definitely lose his face and lose the mood to retaliate and curse.
When the fortune teller saw someone taking out his cell phone to call the police, he hurriedly packed up his belongings, glared at Zhang Yang fiercely, and left in embarrassment with the middle-aged woman, carrying his bag.
Although everyone was angry, they did not dare to stop them. If they were cornered, who would know if the liar had a weapon or something like that?
"Let's go." Zhang Yang turned his head and said to Shen Xuue, who was still in a daze.
"Carry me on your back and continue shopping." Shen Xue came back to her senses, smiled coquettishly and immediately rushed towards him.
"No, you are a little girl being carried by a man. Aren't you afraid that others will gossip about you?"
Zhang Yang turned his head to avoid it, thinking that once she was on his back, he didn't know when he would be willing to get off. He wanted to escape this disaster first.
"What am I afraid of? No one knows me anyway."
Although Shen Xue said this, she no longer forced him, holding his arm and walking forward like a couple.
"Why didn't you catch these liars just now?"
Shen Xue knew that he was very skilled. Since he knew it was a lie, with his usual character, he would definitely send him to the police station.
"They are also a means of making a living. Who would become a liar if they have money?"
Zhang Yang turned his head and sighed helplessly and continued: "He is already old, so there is no need to force him to a dead end."
"Was his wallet really stolen?"
"While you were all paying attention to his fortune telling, a thief took away his wallet behind him." Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"Then why didn't you remind him or catch the thief?" Shen Xue was even more curious.
"Thieves who steal money from swindlers can be considered gangsters. We don't need to meddle in such nosy matters."
Zhang Yang said he was relaxed. In fact, he had originally wanted to catch the thief and then take the thief and several crooks to the police station.
However, I saw that the thief was in his forties and his clothes were in rags. He was not pretending to be shabby. He should be a person whose family is really in trouble, or in other words, poor.
What's more, he stole money from several scammers, which was considered a kind of retribution for the scammers, so Zhang Yang restrained himself from taking action.
"Let's go, let's take a taxi to the supermarket and buy some food."
Shen Xue saw confusion flashing across Zhang Yang's face, thinking that she had made him very tired after having him carry the car for so long, so she took the initiative to take a taxi.
"Um."
Zhang Yang felt that his mood was a little heavy, or that liars and thieves had affected his mood. After saying yes, he and Shen Xue walked to the roadside to hail a taxi.
There were a lot of taxis in the city. In less than a minute, the taxi saw the two people saying hello and stopped in front of them.
"Brother, look, aren't they those liars just now?" Shen Xue opened the car door and suddenly pointed to the other side of the road and shouted.
Zhang Yang followed his hand and found that in an alley not far across the way, the three liars who had just told fortunes were surrounding a man and were kicking and punching him.
He saw that the person lying on the ground was actually the thief he had seen, and he immediately understood.
Among the three liars, the man in his thirties who acted as a trustee should have also discovered the thief, but he did not dare to alert everyone, so he followed him secretly and caught him.
The alley is very hidden, and with the green belts and trees on both sides of the road, it's really hard to spot if you don't look carefully.
"Hey, are you guys getting in the car?" The taxi driver saw the two of them in a daze and urged impatiently.
"Sorry, we have something to do, so we won't sit down for now." Zhang Yang said with an apologetic smile on his face.
"Say early if you don't want to sit down. It will waste my time." The driver rolled his eyes at the two of them and drove away quickly.
"Let's go and have a look."
After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he took Shen Xue's arm, crossed the guardrail in the middle, and walked towards the people on the opposite side of the highway.
You could see from a distance that the thief couldn't stand it anymore and was lying on the ground curled up in a ball, looking very pitiful.
But the three swindlers had no intention of stopping. Even the middle-aged woman just now acted extremely tough and kicked the thief on the ground.
It's no wonder that the money obtained through risking being caught was actually stolen. You can imagine the anger.
"Please stop fighting, I know I was wrong." The thief knelt on the ground and begged with a choked voice.
"Damn it, can you not give it to us? Is it okay if you make one mistake?"
The fourth child who had just been a supporter was young and strong. He kicked the thief in the chest and laid him down on the ground. He continued: "Hurry up and hand over the bag."
"I...I really lost my wallet. I won't lie to you. Please let me go this time."
"TMD, who are you lying to? You just stole our wallet and you said it was lost?"
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound, and the fourth child rushed up, slapped the thief hard and cursed.
"Fourth Brother, have you ever seen him come into contact with others, or that he had accomplices who took away the wallet?" the fortune teller asked.
"No Uncle Hua. After he stole the wallet just now, I have been following him."
The fourth child was very sure, with a hint of confusion on his face: "It's just that the wallet is not on him. I wonder where he got it?" (To be continued)