The daily life of the fortune teller who was forced to open business

In the middle of the night, the red lanterns on both sides of the pedestrian street have long been extinguished, leaving only the landscape lights hidden in the greenery, the red ones and the green ones are so half-bright and faintly illuminated, there is no ghost in the heart. It also forced a little more daydream.

The midnight arrived, and the sound of firecrackers that only ghosts could hear rang out in the empty streets. Although there were only a few people who participated in the opening, they managed to create a lively atmosphere.

Nan Shi took off the red cloth on the plaque, and the three words 'Nanchen Pavilion' painted on iron with silver hooks made Nan Shi feel comfortable looking at it.

The designer in charge of the decoration this time is a young and beautiful woman, but she is very skillful. According to Zhang He, she created a famous design studio after three years of death. I heard that Lian Jifu plans to rebuild a The King of Hades wanted to do it with her, but it was a pity that she was unwilling to go to the underworld, only willing to stay in the human world.

Everyone respectfully called her 'Wang Gong', but Nan Shi didn't know what her real name was, so she followed suit.

Today she is also Nan Shi's good start - the first guest.

"Wang Gong, please come inside." Nanshi was wearing a dark red gown for the celebration, and he made a gesture of invitation: "Today's opening on time is all thanks to you."

"What is Mr. Nan talking about?" Wang Gong followed Nan Shi into the room, and the two sat face to face. Wang Gong said, "Mr. Nan, please take a look... It's a bit mysterious to say, but everyone It’s all ghosts, and there’s nothing bad to say about it.”

"I'm talking casually, so you can listen casually. If you don't have a clue, then I don't blame you." After Wang Gong finished speaking, he nodded when he saw Nan Shi, and then thought about it: "I feel like I've lost something since I passed away. But I can't remember what I lost, I know it should be in this world, so I specially applied for a long-term visa to look for it."

"But in this world, I still don't remember what this thing is. I don't remember where I lost it. It doesn't affect my life, but it's always in my heart. It's really uncomfortable."

After hearing this, Nan Shi thought for a while, and pushed the pen and paper over: "You can write something, just write whatever comes to mind."

Wang Gong thought for a while, picked up a pen to write a word, and finally put down the pen. The ten fingers painted with red nail polish twisted into twists. She looked a little uneasy: "I just remembered this, is it okay?"

"Yes." Nan Shi turned the paper over and dusted it on his hands. The word 'Jun' was neatly written on the fine gold-sprinkled paper. It could be seen that he had practiced brush calligraphy, and the handwriting was standard and correct. very.

Even character, left soil and right uniform, Kun hexagram is soil.

But the word 'uniform' is very interesting.

'Even' has the meaning of buying, for example, when buying an antique in an antique business, an old player will say to the seller: Can you give me this thing evenly?

Furthermore, pictographically, 'even' is like a woman pregnant with a child.

If you are looking for something, it will be as much as a spoonful of ominous hexagrams - as much as a spoonful comes from "The Doctrine of the Mean". Gathered together, but it is unfathomable. If you put it on the search object, it will be like a fish entering the sea, and you will never find it again.

But when Nan Shi looked at it, he always felt that the word didn't look like looking for objects, but looking for people.

is looking for a child.

And I'm afraid this child is very wrong, 'Yun' is a deformed moon character, and there is a little bit of the meaning of being snatched away.

Nan Shi thought for a while, then asked, "Wang Gong, are you sure you lost something or something else?"

Wang Gong frowned and thought for a while before he said in a daze, "It shouldn't be an item...but what could it be if it's not an item?"

Hearing this, Nan Shi was [-]% sure: "Literally, you lost a person, and the person should be in the southwest now."

"People?!" Wang Gong looked at Nan Shi: "Mr. Nan, are you serious? How could I lose someone? Who is this person?! He is so big, how could I lose it?!"

Because of the lack of 'months', this child has not yet been born, so I'm afraid that even she herself doesn't know about it. Nan Shi saw her reaction, which also confirmed his guess.

This seems to be a bit important. Nan Shi can't put on a dragon gate array anymore, and said: "You should have been pregnant when you passed away, female fetus, how long have you been dead? Has the body been cremated? If not, you can go and check now Find out what happened to your body."

As I said before, people are ignorant when they die. They don’t remember anything like a fool for the first seven days. Unless they become ghosts, they may not remember what happened in the middle—even if someone else moved on their (corpse) body. knife.

Anyway, they were all cremated when they turned around, and when people realized that the corpses were gone, who would remember whether they had been stabbed by a knife!

This kind of baby who died before birth has the deepest resentment. Nan Shi is a little afraid that the wicked will take him to do something bad: "This child should have been taken away without your knowledge. Go look for it in the southwest. It should be in a city on the plains."

Wang Gong's expression became confused: "How is this possible?!"

Nan Shi waved his hand, motioning her to calm down, and persuaded her: "If you believe me, go and look for it... If you are not looking for someone, but for something, then don't look for it, you are destined to not find it."

Wang Gong has a hot temper, she bit her lips, and nodded heavily: "Mr. Nan, this is a thank you gift, please don't refuse it, no matter if it's a person or a thing, I won't feel at peace if I don't go looking for it. It’s here—I’ll have news later, and I’ll definitely come back and thank you.”

She threw a wooden box into Nan Shi's arms. Nan Shi opened it and saw that it was an antique ring. There was a pear-shaped blue diamond in the center of the ring, surrounded by a circle of broken diamonds. It was already very big. The main drill was enlarged again.

"Then I won't be polite, Wang Gong, you'd better go quickly, otherwise things will change later." Nan Shi said.

"Okay!" Wang Gong turned around and left, leading her team without any delay.

As her figure disappeared, Nan Shi heaved a sigh of relief, his entire spine sank into the chair, feeling like he hadn't tested the characters for a long time, and he was still a bit unfamiliar.He rested his chin and asked, "Qinglan, will someone abduct children's souls these days?"

Qinglan shook her head and said, "Master, such situations are not uncommon anywhere."

Nan Shi pondered for a moment, then murmured: "I hope I just got lost, not anything else."

Before going out today, Chi You specially asked Nan Shi to go over and give a lecture, emphasizing repeatedly that fortune-telling is fine, but remember not to do it for him.

Nan Shi summed up what his senior brother meant, probably: fortune tellers, to put it bluntly, are revealing the secrets, since they want to reveal the secrets, they can't talk about things too hard, and they are too lenient, and they have to leave room for everything. .

This leeway is reserved not only for oneself, but also for others.

When others give money, he does things, and if he informs the other party of the result, he has already fulfilled his duty. No matter how much it is, it depends on how much God loves him.

Due to the previous incident, Nan Shi felt that God loved him very deeply, probably drawing a [-]th line, stretching out his hand to chop his hands, stretching out his feet to chop his feet, if he stretched out his head, it would be just right, and he would be sent to the west directly That kind of depth.

Speaking of this, Nan Shi couldn't help but wonder if his sect had offended God. As soon as he got started, God automatically pulled his favorability directly to the kind of hatred.

I used to watch those fortune-telling po owners on some video platform, and nine out of ten would show up and say that they could change the fate of the victim against the sky and resolve the disaster, even if eight of the nine were unreliable barefoot doctors, The remaining one didn't see any retribution for the other party!

Forget it, leave him alone.

As Wang Gong's team left, the shop became more and more deserted.

The firecrackers outside burned out early, leaving behind a field of red confetti rolling slowly on the ground with the wind.

All kinds of antiques were placed on the brand-new Baibao Pavilion, and there were few high-ranking people. Except for Nan Shi and a few servants, no one came in to appreciate it. It was a pity.

Nan Shi didn't mind either, he was already mentally prepared, he took out a set of tea sets from under the newly made coffee table with stylish old root carvings, and slowly did his homework while reciting books over there with Kung Fu tea, trying to get Chi You The "XX Jing" given to him can be memorized fluently as soon as possible, so he can be liberated as soon as possible.

The time passed like this at five o'clock in the morning, and the sky outside was getting brighter. I don't know what bird's cry came from a distance. Nan Shi stretched his waist, reheated a pot of hot water for himself, and made a cup of water. New tea, take the tea to the door and walk around to see the scenery.

Someone is already sweeping the floor outside... Oh no, there is a ghost sweeping the floor.

An old lady in the uniform of a sanitation worker was sweeping the firecrackers and confetti all over the floor.

Nan Shi thought about it, asked someone to pour a cup of hot water, and handed it to the other party together with a red envelope: "You have worked hard, my store has reopened, and I have caused you trouble."

The old lady turned her head to look, but she didn't expect to use too much force, her head turned back, but her body didn't turn back, which suddenly created a sense of sight in a horror movie. Nan Shi was so frightened that the smile on the corner of her mouth froze.

"It's okay, it's okay!" The old woman seemed to have sensed something wrong with her, and stretched out her hand to break her neck, hoping to restore her normal appearance.She took the hot water and the red envelope, and was about to say a few words of politeness, when Nan Shi trotted back to the door of the store and waved to her: "My store will be open in the future, if you are short of water, hot food, etc. Come to the store."

"Thank you, boss." The old lady smiled, raised her cup and drank the hot water in one gulp, and then slowly swept the floor.

Qingying returned the tea cup that Nan Shi stuffed into her hand just now to Nan Shi. Nan Shi was also a careless person, sitting on the threshold with his tea cup in his arms and playing with his mobile phone - in fact, he could almost close the door and go home, but!He knew there was an omelet stand on the pedestrian street!The delicious one!Open at six o'clock every day!

Since moving to live with Chi You, Nan Shi has never been able to get up at six o'clock, let alone arrive at the pedestrian street at six o'clock.

The last time I ate or didn't know Chi You, he spent the whole night in the store doing accounts before he ate.

There were also pedestrians on the pedestrian street one after another. Sanitation workers (living people) came to collect garbage in their cars. A sanitation worker who was in charge of Nanshi even greeted Nanshi: "Yo? Boss Nan opened the door so early. ?”

Because the sun has not yet risen, there is no pressure to show up at Nanshi, and he is also used to being seen by others—he waved his hand and said, "Morning...how can this be, it's doing accounts in the shop! I haven't slept all night !"

"You young people are under a lot of pressure to make money now!" The sanitation worker comes to collect garbage twice a day, and he is familiar with Nan Shi: "Did Boss Nan have something at home before? I don't think you have opened the door for ten days! "

"I just came back after traveling." Nan Shi chatted with someone with a smile on his face. Seeing that it was almost six o'clock, Nan Shi poured cold tea, got up and patted his buttocks, planning to go in and tidy up and prepare to close the door up.

"Hey! Wait!" Suddenly someone shouted.

Nan Shi stopped in his tracks, and looked sideways when he heard the sound, only to see an old man in a Tang suit arriving outside the store at some point: "Don't close the door, let me go in and open my eyes!"

Nan Shi pointed to himself: "You mean me?"

"You are not talking nonsense." The old man's left hand was wrapped with various bracelets, which almost covered half of his arm, and his right hand kept twitching on his left wrist. The style of an old player.

"You know me?"

"Aren't you Nan Shi, the boss of Nanchen Pavilion?" The old man walked over, and looked up at the plaque: "It's okay, Boss Nan, you have changed your shotgun! I don't care about the things you put out before Come in and see."

Nan Shi touched his nose, followed him into the door, and said with an embarrassed smile: "...The old man looked strange, I wonder who you are?"

The old man turned to the door with a backhand guide: "I am the boss of Qingxuanzhai. You saw me last time when you came here! Did you forget it so quickly?"

The owner of Qingxuanzhai, Nanshi, knew each other. It wasn't the one in front of him, but a man with a mustache who made people feel like a rich old man on his shoulders. Qingxuanzhai was different from Nanshi. He was serious. Antiques are still membership-based. Nan Shi happened to go in and visited once.

How should I put it... I can't compare, I can't compare.

Compared with others, Nan Shi is at best a handicraft seller, and cannot form a competitive relationship with them.

Nan Shi looked at the old man carefully, and then he suddenly realized that he looked so familiar——Gah, that ghost who was hiding on the second floor and showing his eyes in the dark during the last visit!

He thought Qingxuan Zhai was not clean!What kind of treasures did someone enter in the back, and Nan Shi was dragged to look at it, but Nan Shi really didn't dare to go, so he made excuses to shirk: "So it was you!"

"It's me." The old man replied, but his attention was already drawn away when he saw the calligraphy and painting protected by vacuum glass.

His eyes lit up, he threw Nan Shi down and walked over in three or two steps, and took out a magnifying glass from his pocket to look carefully: "The calligraphy and painting of Master Mi, the great poet of the Yong Dynasty! Boss Nan's hands and eyes are open to the sky!"

"...You're welcome! You're welcome!" Nan Shi followed and stood aside, seeing the old man holding a magnifying glass and turning around the calligraphy and painting: "It's a pity! It's just that the light is too bright, so it's hard to determine the age, otherwise your pair of paintings will be different." Ask a hundred families to ask for it."

"Mr. Nan, where did you get such a look?" The old man asked again.

"It was passed down from the ancestors."

"Tsk, if you don't say it, I won't say it, and I won't force you to say it." The old man snorted disdainfully, and turned to the treasure shelf again.There are some small items on the treasure shelf, each of which is protected by a transparent sealed box, nothing else, it just looks more expensive.

The old man walked around the shop, clicked his tongue on a lot of things, and finally pointed to the calligraphy and painting and said: "I am a little moved by this one, Boss Nan, do you want to give it to me? The price is negotiable. RMB is fine.”

"Sorry, old man, this one is for sale." Nan Shi said with a smile, "If I sell it to you, my house will be empty."

"Okay, it's not easy for old men to bully young people." The old man pointed to a jade screen on the Baibao Pavilion: "What about this one?"

"This one is okay." Nan reported the number, and the old man kept shaking his head over there: "This number is a bit false. The jade screen that is more than 200 years old has been touched. How dare you count it?"

Hands-on is a jargon in antiques, which means that this antique has been damaged and has been repaired later.

Nan Shi wanted to do this business, but it was auspicious without him. "If you really want it, I can give you a [-]% discount!"

"50% discount? [-]% discount is not acceptable." The old man seemed to have given up by seeing his tone. He asked several things, but in the end he thought the price was too high. Finally, he pointed to the seal on Baibao Pavilion and said: " When your new store opens, it’s not easy for me to enter the door and return in the air... What about the seal? I don’t think it’s even been in [-] years, so how do you sell it?”

Nan Shi was questioned all over the place, and his brain was overwhelmed - almost none of the items that he took out from the servants in the family that could be sold had a fixed price. The old man is an insider, so he can't make false prices: " It was written by Mr. Xuanwei, and I won’t lie to you, fifty, take it away if you like it.”

The fifty that Nanshi said was not 50 yuan, but 50.

Mr. Xuanwei also investigated. Now a handed down seal is about 200 million. Depending on the carving technique and concept, it is not as good as the one given to him later. Nan Shi’s asking this price is really a loss of cost.

He thought that the old man should nod his head now, but he still shook his head: "You look alike, but I know Chen Xuanwei, and there is a bit of his meaning in this handwriting, but it's not as good in comparison. The taste is so bad...Boss Nan is a member of the industry, so I will take the 2000 yuan."

"Some of this price is earned, do you think about it?" He looked sideways at Nan Shi, deliberately showing a little surprised expression: "No way? Boss Nan, do you think it's the real thing? It's based on the opening price. ?”

Nan Shi immediately chuckled in his heart, and immediately understood the purpose of the old man's visit today - to pick up the leak.Judging by his expression, if Nan Shi hadn't received it from Chen Xuanwei himself, he would have believed it!

Such acting skills, if you don't act, it's really a loss for Rabbit Dynasty and even the people of the world.

"Old man, you are joking." Nan Shi picked up the chapter, dipped some ink pad, printed a seal on the paper, and signaled the old man to take a look: "Mr. Xuanwei's handwriting, 50 is really the cost price for me."

"I'm still the same old saying, take it away if you like it, and I'll wrap it for you, or...you can take a look again?"

"One look!" The old man looked at the imprint carefully and praised.When he saw Nan Shi biting him to death like this, he didn't lower the price at all, and he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he said, "But I don't think so. If Boss Nan doesn't believe it, you can find someone to come and appraise it tomorrow."

Nan Shi raised a business-like smile—a standard superficial smile: "Okay, please worry about it."

The old man shook his head, flicked the beads on his wrist, and walked out shaking his head.

Qing Lan looked curious, and said from the side: "Aren't you angry, young master?"

"What's there to be angry about?" Nan Shi is quite used to it, and even seemed a little happy: "When you buy things, it all depends on fate... This old guy came to me to pick up the leaks, and told me to see through it, you Don't look at his calm face, he may be so upset behind his back!"

"People are not enough to swallow elephants. What I gave was really a sneaky price. He didn't want it. He will regret it later!"

Qing Lan looked at Nan Shi, then at the back of the old man who was gradually disappearing, and said with a light smile, "Young master is really amazing."

Nan Shi smiled and said nothing.

"Let's go, the young master will buy you cakes to eat!" Nan Shi raised his voice: "If you go late, there will be no more."

"Yes." The servants and maidservants in the whole room responded one after another. Those who closed the windows closed the windows, those who closed the doors closed the doors, and they cleaned up after a while. Nan Shi was like the primary school teacher who led the team, leading the people to the egg. Go in the direction of the bakery stand.

Being so delayed, I don't know if I can still catch up.

Nan Shi is lazy, but it doesn’t mean everyone else is lazy. The omelets here are cheap and delicious. The old people who live around like him and wait in line to buy them every day.

Sure enough, when they arrived at Nanshi, there were already seven or eight old men and women standing in front of them.

Qing Lan originally wanted to stand in line instead of Nan Shi, but was pushed aside by Nan Shi to sit and wait for food.

The boss's speed is very fast. On average, one cake can be prepared in one minute. The people in front of him left one by one. Seeing that the next one was about to arrive at Nanshi, Nanshi was suddenly patted on the shoulder: "Boss Nan? You're back?"

Nan Shi turned his head to look—huo, coincidentally, it was Boss Liu, the boss of Qingxuanzhai.

"Brother Liu! What a coincidence!" Nan Fashion put his fists into his arms as if to say hello: "I just finished paying the bill, and I'm here to buy cakes... How many times have I been told, just call me Xiao Nan."

"How can this work!" Boss Liu said, "Then your store is still not open?"

"It's not open yet. The store is packing up. I ordered a batch of furniture, but it hasn't been delivered yet." Nan Shi greeted him, and reminded him by the way: "Brother Liu, Chinese New Year is coming soon, remember to lock it up when you get off work at night." Doors and windows... I just saw two people who don't look like us on the street sneaking away, and I don't know which one is unlucky."

Boss Liu responded quickly: "Success, thank you for reminding me! I will pay attention."

Nan Shi's smile was particularly bright - hell, you have to go through the doors and windows to get out.

It seems that Boss Liu's father probably lives in Qingxuan Zhai, and the doors and windows are all locked, so he can't get out!

"Young man, it's your turn!" the cake stall owner said, "How many do you want?"

"Five! Add all, two eggs! Coriander is needed for mild spicy food!" Nan Shi told the past the configuration that he had thought of long ago without hesitation.

Watching the golden eggs solidify on the cake, the surrounding aroma became more and more intense.

Nan Shi couldn't hold back and took a bite first.

Pit people are so happy!