The woman standing on the street was suspicious, but after all, she was not a professional, so she couldn't help it, and what Azananya said was also very reasonable, so she couldn't find anything wrong. The spell casting process went smoothly, and I couldn't describe it because I wasn't there, and I didn't inquire about Boss Xian and Mr. Xu afterwards. As a card dealer for more than three years, I have seen too many scenes of this kind of spell casting, not a hundred times but also seventy or eighty, there is nothing to ask, just know whether it is successful or not.

Mr. Xu told me that when she cast the spell, the woman standing on the street looked very painful, almost screaming for half a night, according to her description, it was like being violated several times by a strong black man, and finally the young male ghost was satisfied, and told her that she could rest assured, and the spell was finished. The woman standing on the street cried in pain, saying that Azananya was lying to her, how could it hurt so much, and it wasn't so serious to pick up customers before. Boss Xian told her that long pain is better than short pain, if you don't make this pervert satisfied, how can it be willing to leave you, this is a good thing, you have to thank Master Nanya.

The woman standing on the street proposed that the effect could not be seen now, but she only knew that she had suffered an inhuman crime and would have to pay for it after half a month. Boss Xian wanted to object, but was stopped by Azan Nanya, saying that it was no problem, but don't be discredited, otherwise it would be no good to deceive Master Azan. The woman standing on the street nodded again and again and said that it would definitely not. In the end, Boss Xian proposed to take a photo of the identity document of the woman standing on the street before letting her leave.

The next day, I came to the fence from the B&B and asked worriedly if the woman standing on the street would end up paying the bill. Boss Xian snorted and said, "How dare she! I have a photo of her identity document, she is a native of Hong Kong, can she escape abroad for more than 10,000 Hong Kong dollars? How can I find it!" Mr. Xu smiled and said Boss, you are really lucky, you have solved your problem without half a dime, and you are gratifying.

Boss Xian wanted to scold him again, so I hurriedly diverted the topic and said that it would be good to solve the problem, and let Boss Xian have a treat tonight, and Boss Xian agreed.

A few days later, I returned to Shenyang from Hong Kong because I had something to attend to at home. As usual, I brought a lot of gifts and distributed them to my family, relatives and friends. Luo Li is still working as a salesperson in the mall on Middle Street, and when I went to see her, the two salespeople around me looked at her a little wrong, and I could hear them whispering to Luo Li asking when she changed her boyfriend. It seems that Luo Li already has a fixed boyfriend.

I thought of Ma Zhuang again, although this kid is not firm, but he still provided me with a lot of business, the last time Wuxi Vocational School Teacher Li's matter, but also from Ma Zhuang's magical big thick booklet turned out of the business opportunities. I called him and asked him to come out for dinner, and told him about Mr. Li who crashed into an evil spirit in the school's staff dormitory and finally jumped off the building. Ma Zhuang was very surprised: "Brother Tian, when did you take over that business? Why didn't you tell me, alas!"

"Didn't I tell you?" I knew that what he was surprised about was not Mr. Li's suicide, but the commission of the business, "Don't worry, Lord Yan won't owe the little ghost, this benefit fee will definitely be given to you, the account hasn't changed, right?" Ma Zhuang hurriedly smiled and said that it hadn't changed, and I said that I would use my mobile phone to transfer it to you when I got home.

While eating and chatting, Ma Zhuang said that he still does insurance business in Shenyang, and the overall insurance awareness of Chinese is not high, and there is no benefit. He took out the big booklet and told me that he hadn't been idle lately, and that he had been helping me contact business and pointing it out to me.

There were twenty or thirty pieces of information in the big thick booklet, and I looked at them one by one cursoryly, and I was not interested. There are only two that are okay, one is that the husband and wife in Beijing are not harmonious, and the wife has a strange disease that cannot be cured, and it is suspected that the husband has lowered his head, and the other is that someone in Chaozhou, Guangdong Province wants to give birth to a boy and wants to ask the master for help. Ma Zhuang is a careful person, and he also marked the date of the month and the day in parentheses at the back of each message, and it can be seen from the date that it is within the last half a month.

Seeing the latter paragraph, I couldn't help laughing, thinking that this is really awkward, and if you want to have a child, you should ask a mage for help, which will cause ambiguity. I wrote down the numbers of these two items, and when I saw Chaozhou, I remembered that it was the hometown of Kaohsiung Gao's boss, and I inexplicably felt a sense of intimacy. Patriarchy, where in the whole of China is there none?

Ma Zhuang said: "Brother Tian, don't forget me if you do business again!" I nodded again and again, saying that I didn't forget it last time, and it will be given to you sooner or later. He asked me to call at the dinner table, saying that not every customer is like Mr. Li of Wuxi Vocational School, who has not changed his phone number for several years, and the matter has not been resolved, and he is waiting for me to find him. I had to take out my mobile phone to contact on the spot, but I didn't expect the first lady to say that she was in Shanghai, and she had been diagnosed with myasthenia gravis, and she didn't need a mage. On the second one, the other party is a man, speaks a certain language that he doesn't understand, and it doesn't look like Cantonese, it seems to be between Cantonese and Hokkien, and the tone is very strange. I had to say that I didn't understand and asked if the other party could speak Mandarin.

China may be the country with the most dialects and the most chaotic dialects in the world, and the pronunciation of dialects that cannot be understood by each other is almost the same, especially in the south, because the terrain is complex and mountainous, and many southern villages cannot communicate smoothly with each other next mountain. But now China is not so poor, basically every house has a TV set, all programs have to be in Mandarin, and it has entered the Internet age. Under normal circumstances, Chinese people in the north and south of the world basically know Mandarin, even if they are hard provincial Putonghua, they can speak a few words, unless they are very remote villages, and they have to be the kind of middle-aged and elderly people, because young people want to go out to do business or work, and they can't communicate in Mandarin.

Unexpectedly, today there is finally an exception, this man does not speak Mandarin at all, and still uses that language, and it is very difficult to communicate. Ma Zhuang heard that my communication was so difficult, and he was so anxious to get his mobile phone. I suddenly remembered that these messages were all contacted by Ma Zhuang, and since he could record them, he must be able to communicate smoothly, could this kid speak Cantonese? I didn't have time to think about it, so I handed him the phone.

Ma Zhuang immediately took the phone and asked in Mandarin, "Hey, is it Sister Huang?" Sure enough, he talked for a long time, but the more he talked, the more confused he became, and finally hung up the phone in frustration. I smiled and said Did you find a translator who understands Teochew dialect in the first place, otherwise how did you record this business?

"It wasn't him," Mr. Ma said, "it was a young woman, who said she was from Hunan and married to Guangdong, and she could speak Mandarin." He advised me not to be anxious, and that I might be able to come back in a moment. I said I'm not in a hurry, it's you who is in a hurry, Ma Zhuang laughed. I got home after eating, slept for another half an hour, and didn't get a call back. It wasn't until after dark that the number called me, and this time it was a young woman's voice, in a non-standard Mandarin, but much better. After introduction, she claimed that her surname was Huang, her family was in Hunan, and she had been married to Chaozhou, Guangdong for nearly five years.