pocket rate palace

Chapter 1 Selling Drugs on Ghost Street
Wang Anyuan used the magical skill of fighting left and right, and took several cold showers in a row, and then suppressed the burning fire in his chest.

"This medicine is too effective." Wang Anyuan looked at the small pink pill and said with lingering fear.

Compared with this small pill, Vigo and Indian salad oil are simply scum, and this is the first time he heard of such a stupid drug that had such a big reaction when asked.

If those big bosses who are prematurely dying and unable to take care of themselves in sexual life know the existence of this medicine, they will not rush crazy.

Thinking of this, Wang Anyuan's eyes suddenly brightened.I am worrying about money, isn't this an opportunity to make a fortune right now?
Selling this medicine will definitely make a lot of money.

The more Wang Anyuan thought about it, the more feasible he felt, and the more excited he became, he just put on a piece of clothing and was about to go out.But when he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered that he was so excited after taking a sip of this medicine. If he sold the whole pill, it would be fatal.

At that time, don't go to jail without money.Wang Anyuan couldn't help shivering.

After thinking about it, Wang Anyuan found more than a dozen small bottles, picked up the small pills and rinsed them one by one, and finally stirred them with his fingers, and more than a dozen bottles of Wang's secret yang strengthening water came out of the oven.

Wang Anyuan lightly licked the finger that was used for stirring, and an impulse immediately started to move from his dantian.

Bah bah, he spit a few mouthfuls indiscriminately, with a look of joy on his face - the effect of the medicine is still there, still strong.

Wang Anyuan made preparations in a hurry, and hurried out to carry out his plan to make a fortune.

Ghost Street is a very distinctive street in Nanxing City.

Its true origin is far from being tested. It is said that during the Qing Dynasty, it was a street dedicated to transporting the dead and coffins. It was eerie and sparsely populated.

Later, some tomb robbers took a fancy to it, and chose to come here every midnight to trade the antique artifacts poured out of the ancient tomb.

Because most of the people who come here have ghosts in their hearts, so there are no lights on the street, no human voice, only ghosts.People who happened to witness it exclaimed that it was a "ghost street".

Up to now, the ghost street has long since ceased to be limited to the rule of prospering at sunset and resting at sunrise, and it is extremely lively 24 hours a day.

There are all kinds of businesses in the ghost street, such as snacks, juggling, antiques, fortune-telling.

Wang Anyuan is now standing in a small corner of Ghost Street, waiting for the arrival of his destined man.

To his left is a stall selling antiques and gadgets, and to his right is a fortune teller.

Wang Anyuan's location is not very good, it's too far away, and the flow of people has not been much, but it is delusional for him to find a good location when he first arrives.

The fortune teller on Wang Anyuan's right, after pretending for a long time that no one was fooled by a fool, was a little tired, so he put aside his posture and chatted with Wang Anyuan.

"I said, young man, you've been squatting here for a long time. It doesn't look like you're going to get a tuba. What do you want to do?"

"I am a drug seller." Wang Anyuan squatted until his legs became numb, and no customer came to his door.Unhappy, he glanced at the fortune teller and rolled his eyelids angrily.

"It turned out to be a fake medicine seller." The fortune teller suddenly realized.

"Then why don't you hang a signboard?" The fortune teller pointed to the antique seller, and then said, "Look at how bright that signboard is?"

After hearing this, Wang Anyuan was silent for a long time and finally choked out a sentence: "The smell of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley."

How dare he say that he forgot about this because he was too hasty to go out.When he first arrived, he was dumbfounded. These guys came prepared.

The fortune teller was dressed in Taoist robes, with a small table in front of him, and a long strip of cloth hanging beside the table.There are a few majestic big characters written on it: "Fortune-telling, fortune-telling, feng shui, and naming, all starting from 100 yuan." Looking at his posture, it looks professional.

Although the antique stall next to it was only paved with rags, there was a big loudspeaker next to it: "Come and see, come and have a look, the terracotta warriors and horses of the Qin Dynasty, the blue and white porcelain of the Qing Dynasty, you can earn money if you buy it, don't come here when you can't miss it." .” That voice could be heard clearly from far away.

Looking at myself again, I came here with a dozen plastic bottles in my hands, squatting on the side of the road, without even a ponytail to pad my buttocks, how shabby and shabby it is.

The fortune teller saw that Wang Anyuan was squatting and drinking the northwest wind for a long time. Thinking that everyone is a fallen person in the end of the world, he felt sympathy for a moment, took out an old newspaper from under his buttocks, and said hesitantly: "How about, uncle will write you a piece of paper. Shop sign."

But before Wang Anyuan could feel grateful, he threw away the newspaper, put on a face of bitterness and hatred, and greeted a passerby.

"This benefactor, please stay."

The passer-by was a fat man with big arms and round waist. He wore a big gold watch and a big gold chain. His ten carrot-like fingers were strewn with shining gold rings. He almost wrote the word "upstart" on his face. face off.

The nouveau riche fat man frowned and glanced at the fortune teller, and hummed two words from his nose: "What's the matter?"

"Your face, benefactor, is so beautiful that you are destined to be rich and powerful in your life. It's a pity." The fortune teller first praised him a few words, then shook his head, full of regret, but stopped talking.

The fat man was also unambiguous, and he was about to walk away.

The fortune teller immediately grabbed his arm, and said like a cannonball: "It's a pity that you have been trapped by a catastrophe recently, and you can't eat or sleep at night. If you can't find a way to escape as soon as possible, you may be worried and hurt your body, and even go to bed. Affect the fate of the rest of my life."

Wang Anyuan looked amused. He thought that this nonsense charlatan was going to be beaten, but the fat man was stunned. After hesitating for a while, he said, "Maybe Master can see why I'm trapped?"

There was a hint of joy in the eyes of the fortune teller, and he finally left according to my script.

He hurriedly put on a confident expression, nodded slightly and said, "Of course I know. But it's hard to say anything about it, and you can't say it."

The fat man was really a little surprised this time, and he hurriedly asked, "Can the master reveal how much?"

The fortune teller touched a few sparse mouse whiskers under his chin, shook his head and said, "Are you sick?"

The fat man nodded subconsciously.

"But it is difficult to reconcile the yin and yang qi in the body, and it is caused by the disorder and imbalance of the five elements."

The fat man is a coal boss, and he doesn't know a few words, so he can understand these nonsense.But he could hear the two words yin and yang clearly, and when he thought about his own faults, he quickly slapped his thigh.

"Master, you are amazing. Is it because I lack Yang energy in my body?"

The fortune-teller had a look of complacency that I had expected, but the fat man rushed forward impatiently and said, "Master, do you have a cure for my disease?"

The fortune teller refused to say any more, just nodded and shook his head inscrutablely, repeating the same sentence over and over again: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed."

The fat man was in a hurry, took out a large stack of red bills and stuffed them into the fortune teller's arms, begging: "Master, please help me, I still want a son."

The two over there were having fun, but Wang Anyuan was dumbfounded.

The calculation is so accurate. Could it be that this unattractive fortune teller is really an expert?

The owner of the antique stall at the side looked surprised at him, and finally couldn't help but complain: "This old liar comes and goes with those two brushes, I've seen them all."

"This kind of nouveau riche has no shortage of money or women, and the most regrettable thing is his life. You see that he is so fat, there must be something wrong with his body, no matter how you say it, it's not bad. The old liar's first calculation is normal. One can guess with a little thought.”

"His second calculation is even more useless. Imbalance of yin and yang, imbalance of five elements? Heh, which person's physical problems are not due to these two reasons?"

"The fat man said that he lacks yang energy and wants to have a child. I see, he obviously doesn't want to lift."

The owner of the antique stall talked eloquently and made Wang Anyuan nod his head again and again, suddenly realizing.

When he uttered the last sentence that was the final conclusion, Wang Anyuan was shocked suddenly, and a thought flashed in his mind.

"I'll go, isn't this just a business visit?"

(End of this chapter)