After leaving Zongmen, I became a top player in the entertainment industry

In July, the sun is scorching like fire. The scorching sun is scorching the earth, and I can't wait to tear the skin of the earth.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, there was no cloud in the sky, let alone a little wind. Zhang Yi's hand-held small fan finally ran out of power, so he could only hide under the sun umbrella as much as possible, not even daring to show his toes outside.

He has been setting up a stall on this pedestrian street for several days, and only made one business in the morning, which was not enough for the stall fee he paid. Before that, he had changed several stalls, and he was not being punished by the urban management every day. To chase is to be chased away by the aunt of the neighborhood committee, and finally find this pedestrian street where stalls can be legally set up.

The pedestrian street is outside the Chenghuang Temple. There is a lot of traffic and there is a shortage of stalls. He spent thousands of dollars to rent such a place less than one square meter. A sun umbrella, a folding table and chair, and a small schoolbag are all he has. It's home.

There is a wooden sign hanging on the edge of the sun umbrella, on which is written the words "three trigrams a day, no money is not allowed". Passers-by often stop because of the beauty of the stall owner, and are finally persuaded to leave by the introduction on the wooden sign.

"What a handsome guy, why don't you do something wrong, but go this way, the world is going downhill!" Next door is an old man who sells cultural relics, with a string of oily Vajra Bodhi coiled in his left hand, and two walnuts in his right hand. He wiped his bald forehead with his hand, and looked at Zhang Yi with hatred.

"Master, your business is good today." Zhang Yi chatted with him casually.

The old man wiped off a drop of sweat from his forehead, and said proudly: "It's okay, Lao Cai, I have been in this business for decades, and there are still quite a lot of regular customers."

"That's not bad, can you make a lot of money?"

When money was mentioned, Lao Cai became vigilant, glanced at Zhang Yi's tender face, and shook his head, "Hey, I just earn some money to support my family. I live in the basement, but I don’t have any spare money to do fortune-telling.”

Lao Cai saw Zhang Yi as if he saw his useless grandson, and couldn't help but educate him, "I said, young man, you have such an outstanding appearance and good figure, you are enough to be a star, I watch TV The celebrities on the Internet are not as good as you, no matter how bad you sell things, you will definitely be popular, why can’t you think about doing fortune-telling?"

Zhang Yi replied solemnly: "To be honest, this is my family's unique knowledge, and it is the career I have pursued all my life. Unfortunately, the society is changing too fast, and now few people believe in it."

Lao Cai respectfully said, "What's your surname? Lao Cai, I also know a few people from the Taoist sect. They are all famous people. How about introducing you to a teacher another day?"

Zhang Yi waved his hand, "No need, I belong to the Zhang family in Longhushan, my master is already very powerful."

Lao Cai stared at him fixedly, and suddenly lost the desire to chat, "Hey, I said you young man, you are really dishonest, no wonder you want to do this deceitful business, Longhushan is from an orthodox family background , It’s impossible for a random sweeper to go down the mountain to set up a stall. Have you seen that blind old man on the street? I will tell you secretly that he is also a liar. Unfortunately, he has been cheating for a long time, and everyone believes it. You are still far away Woolen cloth."

Zhang Yi shrugged. He was not lying. He grew up in Longhu Mountain. Zhang Zhenren, the master, was his master, and he had five senior brothers. The senior brothers often joked with him: "If it weren't for the age of the master, When I grow up, I thought you were his illegitimate child." After all, none of his first five senior brothers had the same surname as his master.

Zhang Yi moved the chair over, carefully looked at Lao Cai's face, and made a little guess based on the cheats he memorized, and came to a conclusion: "The old man has two children and a grandson, maybe his wife died early?" ?”

Lao Cai gave him a sideways glance, "It's not a secret, most people on this street know about it."

Zhang Yi was unfavorable as a teacher, and wanted to find out some ways, but he was not good at learning skills. Others can only see that the old man is not in good health. He should have chronic diseases and take medicine for a long time, but this is not a secret.

"How about I show you the palmistry?" Zhang Yi asked undaunted.

Lao Cai put down the walnut and stretched out his hand, "Okay, look, I really want to hear what tricks you can see, let me make it clear to you first, Lao Cai doesn't give money, and don't even try to use it. The rhetoric in the Jianghu fooled me, I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice."

Zhang Yi stared at his palm prints for a long time, so long that Lao Cai's palms were about to burn, only to see him look away, then frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Why? Do you want to say that Lao Cai, I can live to 98, widowed in middle age, bereaved in old age, no one to die?"

Zhang Yi shook his head. What he saw was that Lao Cai had a bloody disaster recently, but he is not good at learning. Nine out of ten times he made a wrong judgment. If he said this, he would definitely be beaten again. It's a good thing, but others don't think so.

"Forget it, look at your tangled appearance. Go home and learn the routines from your elders first. There are routines in fortune-telling and fortune-telling. Be smart about what you say. You have to make others believe you first."

Zhang Yi didn't get entangled anymore, opened his backpack, and took out a talisman from Ruyi's auspicious purse and gave it to him, "Master, this is the peace talisman drawn by my elder brother, you should carry it with you these few days, please don't leave." body."

"Do you want money?" Lao Cai asked with a face of resistance.

Zhang Yi moved his mouth, looked at the talisman distressedly, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't need any money, I'll give it to you, but if it's useful, remember to help me publicize it." God, if the chief disciple of Longhushan , the future head of the sect, knowing that the peace talisman he drew was given to a bad old man casually by his junior brother, and the other party still looked disgusted, he was probably so angry that he immediately ascended to heaven.

"You must carry it with you at all times." Zhang Yi reminded, it doesn't matter if you give away 10,000+ safety charms for nothing, but if someone throws them away or destroys them, it will be a heartache.

Lao Cai stuffed the peace talisman into his pocket in front of Zhang Yi, and patted it, "Don't worry now?" He thought, isn't it just a piece of paper, and it doesn't take up much space, so just treat it as a way to make the children happy.