Xiao Ying took out a suit from his suitcase. This was made by his mother when he was admitted to college. Of course, it was not a famous brand, and the fabric was not high-end, but it was a suit. He rarely wore it unless there was a dance party organized by the school, so it was relatively new.

After putting on a suit and tie, he looked in the mirror and had indeed become a middle-aged man in his thirties.

He folded the white cloth written yesterday and put it in his pants pocket. He left the dormitory and went downstairs. He looked upstairs vigilantly, and there was no movement. Then he jumped out of the dormitory building.

He came to the bicycle rental store at the school convenience store and used his student ID to mortgage a bicycle. Originally, the student ID of their graduation class could not be mortgaged, but he was familiar with the bicycle store owner and said a few good words, but he rented it for him.

I rode a phoenix weighted bicycle out of the school gate and spent ten yuan to buy a pair of toad glasses at an eyewear shop. The lenses were big and worn on my face, most of the face could be blocked. And they were cool lenses with gradient color. These were the color-changing glasses worn by the killer in Chow Yun-fat's "The True Color of Heroes". Xiao Ying has always been envious of it.

Everything must be frugal during the entrepreneurial period. We should not have bought luxury goods like sunglasses, but now sunglasses are props for him to start a business and must have them, so I bought them.

He wore sunglasses and rode a weighted bicycle, and his head was filled with the hot summer sunshine, which flowed into the torrent of bicycles.

Such a scene was hard to see more than 20 years later. At that time, it turned into a torrent of cars like turtles.

Xiao Ying sighed all the way and rode his bicycle to the train station.

The city where he lives is the provincial capital of a large population province. Next to the train station is a long-distance bus station, so there are a lot of passengers. The train station square is crowded with people everywhere. In addition to the rushing passengers, there are also many businessmen and vendors walking and selling with baskets.

The hotel girl who solicited customers at the exit and the old lady was asking the passengers one by one. The mysterious ticket scalpers and the people who sold fake invoices and the underground party usually came out from time to time to ask in a low voice.

Xiao Ying is so familiar with the train station. During the years he has been studying, he has to return from here to his hometown every summer and winter vacation. After the holidays, he will take the train from his hometown.

He parked his bicycle to the parking lot, took the parking sign, and walked back to an alley next to the square with his hands behind his back.

This alley is called "Fortune Telling Street" by the locals, and there are hundreds of fortune telling shops and stalls of all kinds.

The 1980s and 1990s were an turbulent era. A few rich people who got rich first were rich and most of them were weak and thought about how to make money. The bag companies were flying everywhere, and everyone wanted to make money. There was a saying at that time: "The capable ones became bosses, the incompetent ones set up street stalls, and the unsophisticated ones went to work."

This has created a market for fortune-telling. Those who want to make money but have no way to do so want to spend some money to get guidance from fortune-tellers, find a way to get rich, and join the ranks of a small number of people who get rich first. The fortune-telling street at the provincial railway station was formed in accordance with the requirements of the times.

Of course, you cannot get an industrial and commercial license in the fortune telling industry, so most of them are street stalls that are operated without a license, and local industrial and commercial taxation generally do not care about it. A few fortune tellers have applied for business licenses, of course they have titles such as a certain consulting company.

In the past, when Xiao Ying was waiting for the train to go home, he had nothing to do and had to come to a fortune telling street, and he also stood by and listened to other people's fortune telling with interest. Of course, he basically said nonsense, but those fortune tellers looked pious and nodded constantly, and looked focused and seemed to believe it. Perhaps this was the bystander, and he always sighed at that time.

Now, he wants to be one of them, not to tell fortunes, or to tell fortunes. However, he is different from others, not counting fortunes, not counting fortunes, but only counting difficult and complicated diseases, and giving guidance to patients and their families.

In addition to the railway station street, there are fortune tellers outside several temples in the provincial capital. However, Xiao Ying chose this place mainly because there are train stations and long-distance passenger stations next to them, and there are large personnel flows, and patients from all over the province and even other provinces who come to the provincial capital hospital for medical treatment must pass here.

At the same time, leaving the railway station square, next to the Provincial Second People's Hospital, a famous Grade A hospital in the province, with endless patients coming to see the treatment.

He entered the alley, and the ones near the entrance were occupied by the fortune teller who came first. When he walked into the alley, he found an open space. He took out the white cloth with words written in his pocket and spread it on the ground, pressed the four corners with stones, and then sat cross-legged on the edge of the top of the white cloth. Through his sunglasses, he looked at the pedestrians passing by.

There are fortune telling stalls everywhere on this street, and no one cares about his appearance. However, the words written on the white cloth on the ground quickly attracted onlookers.

A fat middle-aged woman holding melon seeds was first interested. She squatted in front of his white cloth sheet, spitting out the melon seed shells, and tilting her head and pronounced the words on it: "Difficult diseases cannot be cured for a long time; I am a half-immortal in my life, so I will give you ten yuan if I don't think it's right."

The fat woman vomited a melon seed shell and said to Xiao Ying: "What a big tone, can you pay ten yuan?"

Xiao Ying sat cross-legged without saying a word, but just nodded deeply.

At this time, an old lady came over behind the fat woman, patted the fat woman's shoulder and said, "What are you doing? Is fortune telling?"

"Yes, yes, there's a rare thing, - if this fortune teller wearing sunglasses says, if he doesn't calculate it correctly, he will pay for it."

"Is there such a thing?" The old lady slapped a palm-leaf fan and squatted beside the fat woman. She read the words on it with great difficulty, squinted her eyes and looked at Xiao Ying and said, "Young man, are you a gimmick to attract customers, or are you really not sure you will lose money?"

Xiao Ying still didn't say a word, took out a few ten-dollar bills from his pocket, put them in front of him, and pressed them with a stone.

At this moment, both women started to talk loudly in surprise.

When the woman bluffed this, several people came over and saw that Xiao Ying was really putting the money in front of her. She was completely in a state of being arguing, and she immediately became interested.

You should know that it is normal for fortune tellers to say whether they don’t have money. However, it is difficult to see if they dare to say whether they don’t pay for money. What’s more, they look cool in suits, tie, sunglasses, and never speak, which gives people a sense of mystery and attracts the attention of these people.

A porter carrying a shoulder pole on his shoulder grinned, revealing a few yellow and scorched teeth. He smiled and turned his head to say to the people around him: "Is it possible to pay ten yuan? It's much more cost-effective than I'm helping people carry the load. I'll try it - I said fortune teller, you can calculate it for me, how much money I have made so far today? It depends on whether you can calculate it accurately."

Xiao Ying still didn't say anything, but just reached out and tapped on the white cloth sheet in front of him.

The few people watching the eyes focused on the line he pointed. The fat woman pointed at her and said with a smile: "Look clearly, they only count the difficult disease that cannot be cured for a long time. If you are sick, they will calculate it for you. How much money you make will not count it."

The Huangbanya porter laughed a few times and said, "Yes, I didn't pay attention, okay, then do you think I have any disease?"

Xiao Ying still didn't speak? He continued to pretend to be deep, stretched out his finger and clicked on the white cloth sheet again, and everyone's eyes focused on the place where his fingers were.

The fat woman laughed again and said, "Difficult diseases! - You must not be sick, only if you have a patient, and it must be difficult and complicated diseases. People who have colds and diarrhea will not calculate it for you."

Huang Banya said: "What are difficult and complicated diseases?"

The fat woman vomited a melon seed shell and almost flew to the yellow-plate-toothed porter's face. She curled her lips disdainfully and said, "I don't know the difficult and complicated diseases? I deserve to be a coolie as a porter. Let me tell you, difficult and complicated diseases are diseases that cannot be cured by the doctors in the hospital, right, big brother?"

The fat woman seemed to have a good impression of Xiao Ying, who looked cool in a suit and sunglasses, and helped him speak.
Chapter completed!