Looking at the white tower, Guo Xing's mind was not good, today he picked up the hexagram stall again, and placed it next to a god stick uncle, the so-called hexagram stall, one person, one cloth only.

After thinking about it, the fortune-telling business still has to wait for the rabbit, and it is a charlatan to take the initiative to attack, and he didn't scare Liu Guiying and Liu Xia away last time, and the key to success may be his local accent.

I didn't see the greasy uncle with a foreign accent next to him, and no one gave him a good face in the morning, and the uncle's face became even more greasy.

Guo Xing is leisurely, no one is looking for him to tell fortunes, the only thing that is better than the greasy uncle is that his face is oilless, clean and fair, and his facial features are distinct.

Looking at the pedestrians passing through, Guo Xing is not in a hurry, the days are long, and the day is not fighting.

He has a preliminary plan, in the future there must be a fixed place, Chinese style, the place does not need to be big, but it can not be a bustling city, it needs to be simple and quiet hidden in the city, want to become a master, packaging is also important, temporarily for the stall, one is no money to plot other, the other is to accumulate popularity, now there is a high forced façade, no matter how fragrant the wine is afraid of the deep alley.

First of all, you have to have money, if you don't have money, you have to make money first, and Guo Xing has taken two steps in the direction of making money, the first step is to lurk in the market, sow the two seeds of He Fengying and Liu Guiying, and let them slowly take root and sprout;

There are not a few superstitious people in the gangsters, and his plan is to carve his tall image of a god stick in the minds of gangsters from all walks of life.

This is also another layer of purpose for the female classmate Morgen.

Two people came from the west road, walking in the direction of the white tower, when the two crossed the road, Guo Xing saw that the young woman was dressed fashionably, different from the ordinary residents of Mulinzhao Town, and the other was a middle-aged woman, flat-soled dark leather shoes, with a pair of flowery green silk hemp summer pants, typical middle-aged women in Mulinzhao Town were dressed, carrying a transparent plastic bag, and they couldn't see clearly from a distance, and they didn't know what to pretend.

The two looked gloomy and depressed, and walked to the white tower and sat on the stone steps. I don't know when, the White Pagoda in the White Tower Park was only used for those stone steps where you could rest.

When the two passed by the fortune-telling stall, Guo Xing saw that there were hospital medical records and B-ultrasound orders in the plastic bag. And the greasy uncle of the peer pays attention to the beauty of the fashionable woman, and the greasy cheeks seem to glow with a layer of light when the fashionable woman passes by.

As the saying goes, the poor tell fortunes and ask about the future, and the rich burn incense to protect their wealth, which is generally the same. Numerology pays attention to one life, two fortunes, three feng shui, four accumulation of merits, five reading, six seven phases and eight gods, and nine nobles and ten health.

Guo Xing doesn't understand numerology, but he has the ability that all warlocks don't have, that is, the accurate prediction of the future, which is the root of his daring to set up a stall to pull the tiger's skin. That kind of means of calling for wind and rain when he moves, he was originally a mortal, and he is also a mortal after being reborn, he can't reach the tuyere, and he can't take off.

No matter what you think, you have to live freely first.

What interrupted Guo Xing's thinking was a strange man in his thirties, energetic and strong.

"Young man, how old are you to dare to set up a stall? Are you a fortune teller or a practical class assigned by the school?" the strange man said with a hint of banter.

Guo Xing knows that his biggest shortcoming is that he is too young, and his age is also an important indicator for him to be a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine.

"In ancient times, there were 12 Ganluo as the phase, and now there are young warlocks of my generation, the world, strange people and wonderful things, as many as the sea of sand. ”

"Tut-tut, if you really apply what you have learned, how do ordinary fortune tellers know who Gan Luo is, you kid, don't study hard, it's a pity. The strange man looked sorry.

"Big brother, do you still want to persuade Miss to be good in the future?" Guo Xing was speechless.

The strange man was embarrassed, and then laughed and said, "You know a lot, have you had social experience?" After speaking, he looked at Guo Xing with frowns.

Guo Xingle is happy, no one tells fortunes anyway, it's okay to chat, "If you want to have wine, I'll tell you about the heart-wrenching wind and snow." ”

The strange man was stunned, this is what a young man should say? You can also learn to set up a stall.

"Interesting, young man, come, do the math for me. After speaking, the strange man took out ten yuan and handed it to Guo Xing.

I haven't started fortune-telling yet, but I can give ten yuan, and I'm generous.

Guo Xing put away the gag smile, and his young face was in a more immature and serious state. Just as he was about to ask who the name of the visitor was and his birthday, the strange man laughed, "Haha! I said, the hair has not grown, don't learn the deep and lively of adults, don't expect you to calculate anything, just pick up the good ones and talk about them, and you should test your spoken language." ”

Guo Xing was infected by the optimistic attitude of the strange man, and said with a smile: "I tell fortunes, the good and the bad say together, you have to be mentally prepared, don't hear words that are unfavorable to you, you can't bear the blow, and make people laugh." ”

"Okay, if you don't forgive, I'll listen to what you can figure out what you can't bear. ”

"Let's talk about who your surname is, and what is your birthday. ”

During Guo Xing's conversation with strangers, a fashionable woman and a middle-aged woman happened to pass by, and because the conversation was interesting, the two stopped to watch the excitement.

"My name is Lin Jianjun, born on November 1, 1967, 33 years old this year, gender, forehead...... Can you see that?" As soon as the words fell, the fashionable woman behind her sneered.

Lin Jianjun didn't look back, waiting for the young fortune teller to have any good words.

Guo Xing looked at Lin Jianjun's outfit, with a round neck black shirt and a pair of coffee-colored slacks, and pointed scalp shoes were shiny.

While observing, Guo Xing was not idle, and read all the data that could be called up in his brain and knew it well.

Everything was ready, Guo Xing pretended to be in a posture, his right hand pretended to be pinching, his lips opened and closed, and he read something.

Guo Xing's appearance caused the fashionable woman to laugh out loud, how to pretend to be an old god stick, how to look funny.

"Brother Lin, your life is hard!" Guo Xing finally spoke.

"Oh, let's hear it?" Lin Jianjun is off duty today, and he has nothing to do anyway, so if he changes his mind, he will be chatting with the young man.

"Last year and now, your life was hanging by a thread, but a heroic righteousness in the dark pulled you back. ”

Lin Jianjun exclaimed in his heart, he was stabbed last year, he avoided his heart, was hospitalized for three weeks, and saved his life.

Without waiting for Lin Jianjun to calm down, Guo Xing said again: "In the future, you still need to be cautious, no matter how wide your heart is, your life is important, the sacredness of your forehead, although it is difficult for gods and ghosts to approach, but there are times when you can't take a nap." ”

Lin Jianjun was taken aback......