Hong Zhuo was actually right. This was already a very important clue, and I couldn’t be too picky. But then I became irritated. Liu Banxian’s fortune-telling parlor?
The heir to the "Divination" book opened a store with a name that was too tacky, like Hong Zhuo, who hides in a hospital and comes out to solve supernatural events when encountering them, giving him a sense of déjà vu as the protagonist of a novel.
Not to mention Liu Qiqi, Shifu is one of the best masters of Yin and Yang in the world.
As for me, I open a Lingling Hall. The name of the store seems to be several levels higher than some half-immortal fortune-telling parlor.
No matter how you think about it, this guy is the coolest among us.
"Old Hong, how can I find the Liu Banxian fortune-telling parlor?" I asked Hong Zhuo.
Hong Zhuo also looked worried. He thought for a while and said: "I will go to the police station to find Director Liu later and ask him to check how many stores nationwide have registered this store name, and then ask him to pull up the image and show it to me."
, I hope I can find it using this method.
good idea
With a name like Liu Banxian’s fortune-telling parlor, even if one or two fools picked it up, how many would it have? One hundred? Or two hundred?
You need to know that registered shops are generally registered with the police station, and most of them will have pictures. You can just pull them up and find them.
When Hong Zhuo said this, he stood up hurriedly, picked up the "Medical" book, and said, "Without further delay, I will go to the police station right away. You guys are waiting for my news."
After saying that, he ran out quickly.
"Qiqi, you should also take a rest. If you have nothing to do in the past two days, go out for shopping. There are still many interesting places in Chongqing. I'll go out." I feel like staying in the house all day is not a problem.
, he stood up, threw the book "Mountain" into the cabinet in his room, locked it, and walked out.
It's not that I don't believe Liu Qiqi, it's just that Liu Qiqi and I haven't seen each other for such a long time, and the "Mountain" book is an important thing for me to resurrect Zhao Shanyu, so there can be no mistakes.
After I went out, I didn't know where to go, so I walked to the door of Lingling Hall out of boredom. At this time, there were two master workers inside who were painting the walls.
I walked in. The two masters were both in their forties. When they turned around and saw me, one of them frowned and said, "Young man, we are working. If you have nothing to do, don't come in."
"What you two are busy with is, this is my shop. I'll come and see how it's decorated." I said to them with a smile.
They both had no doubts and continued to decorate.
There was nothing inside at this time, and they were not afraid that I was a thief.
I looked around and found that Brother Lu was very luxuriously decorated this time. It was so numb that I didn’t even know how much money I had in my card during this time.
The card I use for daily life is separate from the card used for accounting in the store. The accounting card is usually placed with Brother Lu. After all, he used to stay in the store all day long. I usually just ask how much money is in the card.
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I looked around for a while and then walked out of the Lingling Hall. As soon as I walked out, I saw two people wearing urban management clothes yelling at Mrs. Wang in the fruit shop next to her.
"You damn old woman, didn't you tell me not to set up stalls outside the door? Don't you know how this will affect the appearance of the city? Do you really believe that we smashed your stall?" These two urban management officials were in their mid-twenties, slightly older than me.
But it seems that he is more angry than me, so that's not the slightest bit wrong.
"Yes, yes, rectify it immediately." The old woman bent over and looked at the two urban management officials with a smile.
I frowned and shouted: "Hey, this is not a street, it's a small alley. Who the hell has nothing to do here to see the city."
"Hey, let me go, where did you come from, you little brat." One of the urban management officials glared at me and pointed a rubber roller at my head.
Damn it, I hurriedly hid to the side, easily dodged the stick, and shouted: "Brother, I just said a few words, you just hit someone, what else?"
In fact, I usually have a good impression of the urban management. After all, many small businesses and hawkers put their stalls on the street, which not only affects the city appearance, but also affects pedestrian traffic. It really needs to be rectified.
Moreover, some small vendors are indeed quite annoying. Even after being reminded once, they refused to listen and continued to play a battle of wits with the city management.
But no matter what, I wouldn't hit someone. Apart from anything else, the blow from the stick just now definitely gave me a slight concussion.
"You are the one being beaten, don't you agree?" The urban management officer glared at me, then patted his right cheek and said, "If you don't agree, why don't you hit me?"
"I hate people showing off the most." The more I looked at the urban management officer, the more upset I became.
"Oh, it's just right. I like to show off, hit me, hit you, hit me, hit me." The urban management officer became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and even grabbed my right hand and slapped him on the face.
I exerted all my strength and slapped him in the face with a big-eared melon. He didn't react yet. He probably didn't expect that I could really slap him with a big-eared melon.
"I have never heard such a mean request in my life. Don't show off when it's okay." I wasn't afraid either. I picked the two of them by myself, and it was fine. If I couldn't do it, I turned around and called the two master workers.
Master workers, if you give them two thousand yuan and ask them to beat someone up, they will be happy to do so.
"Oh my god, you little brat, I'm going to kill you today. Come on, let's fight." The city manager pulled off his shirt and was wearing a white T-shirt underneath. He could vaguely see a tattoo underneath.
In these days, any gangster with some connections could become an urban management officer?
"It's a one-on-one fight." I punched him directly on the nose, and then kicked him hard in the stomach. I kicked him to the ground.
Another urban management officer immediately rushed to help and strangled my neck with his hands.
I was strangled by the ghost so many times, but his strength was not enough, so I grabbed him hard by the lifeline.
"Ouch, it hurts, brother, let go, brother, I was wrong." The city manager immediately let go of his hand, not daring to move.
If I try too hard, he will be useless for the rest of his life.
"Are you still pretending?" I looked at them and cursed: "Go as far away as you can. Where did the cats and dogs come from to run wild in front of my mourning hall?"
The two men turned around and ran away in disgrace.
"You kid, can't you just put up with everything?" Wang Po smiled and handed over an apple.
I sat down on the ground, took the apple, took a bite and asked, "Wang Po, although I don't know how powerful you were before, but you will never be bullied by these two people, right? You can tolerate this kind of thing."
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"As I get older, I've seen everything and feel nothing." Grandma Wang looked at me with a smile on her face and said, "But that's right, young people, they just have to be a little more cool, so that girls will like them.
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"Come on, those two guys are pretty cool, and they may not necessarily be liked by women." I asked with a smile, "Wang Granny, why don't you tell me more about your past, because you'd be bored anyway."