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"The effect of this medicine is too fierce. Wang Anyuan looked at the small pink pill and sighed with palpitations.

Compared with this little pill, what viagra and Indian salad oil are simply scum, and it is the first time he has heard of a stupid medicine that has such a big reaction when he asks about it.

If those big bosses who are weak and have difficulty taking care of themselves in their lives know about the existence of this medicine, they are not going crazy.

Thinking of this, Wang Anyuan's eyes suddenly lit up. I'm worried about money, isn't this an opportunity to get rich right now?

If you sell this pill, you can definitely make a lot of money.

The more Wang Anyuan thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, so he casually put on a piece of clothing and was about to go out. But when he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered that he was so excited when he smelled this medicine, and if he sold it whole, wouldn't it be fatal.

When the time comes, don't go to jail without money. Wang Anyuan couldn't help but shudder.

After thinking about it, Wang Anyuan found more than a dozen small bottles, picked up the small pills and soaked them one by one, and then stirred them with his fingers at the end, and more than a dozen bottles of Wang's secret aphrodisiac water were baked.

Wang Anyuan gently licked the finger used to stir, and an impulse immediately moved from the dantian.

Phew, he spat a few mouthfuls of spit indiscriminately, and a hint of joy appeared on his face - the effect of the medicine was still there, still strong.

Wang Anyuan hurriedly prepared and hurriedly went out to carry out his fortune plan.

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Ghost Street is a very distinctive street in Nanxing City.

Its true origin is far from known, and it is said that during the Qing Dynasty, it was a street dedicated to transporting dead people and coffins, and it was eerie and uninhabited.

Later, some tomb robbers took a fancy to it and chose to come here at midnight every day to trade antiques poured out of the ancient tomb.

Because most of the people who come here have ghosts in their hearts, there are no lights on the streets, no human voices, only ghosts and longings. So those who happened to witness it exclaimed that it was a "ghost street".

Nowadays, the ghost street is no longer limited to the rule of sunset and sunrise, and it is very lively 24 hours a day.

There are all kinds of business in the ghost street, snacks, juggling, antiques, fortune telling... Niu Ji and soap, fish and dragons are mixed, which can be described as all-encompassing.

Wang Anyuan is now standing in a small corner of the ghost street, waiting for the arrival of the man he was destined to do.

To his left is a stall selling antique knick-knacks, and to his right is a fortune teller.

Wang Anyuan's position is not very good, it is too partial, and the flow of people has not been much, but it is also delusional for him to find a good position when he first arrives.

The fortune teller on Wang Anyuan's right, who pretended to be a master outside the world for a long time, didn't see any fools fooled, and was a little tired, so he simply put aside his posture and chatted with Wang Anyuan.

"I said, young man, you've been squatting for most of the day. It doesn't look like it's going to be a tuba, what the hell are you trying to do?"

"Lao Tzu, the one who sells medicine. Wang Anyuan squatted so that his legs were numb, and he didn't see a customer come to the door. In an unhappy mood, he glanced at the fortune teller and rolled his eyelids angrily.

"It turned out to be a counterfeit drug seller. The fortune teller suddenly realized.

"Then why don't you hang a sign?" the fortune teller pointed to the man who sold the antiques, and then said, "Look at how bright the sign is?"

Wang Anyuan heard this, and finally held back a sentence after being silent for a long time: "The fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys." ”

He was embarrassed to say that he was in a hurry to go out and forgot about this stubble. He was dumbfounded when he first arrived, these guys were all prepared.

The fortune teller was dressed in a Taoist robe, and a small table was set up in front of him, and a large strip of cloth hung next to the table. There are also a few majestic characters written on it: "Fortune telling, physiognomy, feng shui, and naming, all starting from 100 yuan." "Look at the posture of others, it looks professional.

Although the antique stall next to it was only paved with a rag, a big loudspeaker was placed next to the people: "Come and see, come and see, the terracotta warriors and horses of the Qin Dynasty, the blue and white porcelain of the Qing Dynasty, buy it is earned, and the opportunity will not come again." "That voice can be heard clearly from afar.

Look at yourself again, I came over with a dozen plastic bottles, squatting on the side of the road, and I didn't even bring a small maza with my buttocks.

The fortune teller saw that Wang Anyuan had been squatting and drinking the northwest wind for most of the day, and thought that everyone was all fallen from the end of the world, so he felt sympathy for a while, pulled out an old newspaper from under his buttocks, and hesitated to speak: "Or, Uncle will write you a signboard." ”

But before Wang Anyuan could be grateful, he threw the newspaper away, put on a bitter and hateful face, and greeted a passerby.

"This benefactor, please stay. ”

The passer-by was a fat man with a big waist and a round waist, wearing a big gold watch, hanging a big gold chain, and ten carrot-like fingers were strung with bright gold rings, and the whole person almost wrote the word "nouveau riche" on his face.

The nouveau riche fat man frowned and glanced at the fortune teller, and hummed two words from his nose: "Something?"

"Donor, your face is wonderful, and you are destined to be rich and prosperous all your life. It's a pity—" The fortune teller praised him twice, then shook his head, full of regret but stopped talking.

The fat man is not ambiguous, and he is about to leave when he raises his feet.

The fortune teller immediately grabbed his arm and said like a cannon: "It's a pity that you have been trapped by a catastrophe recently, and you can't sleep at night." If you can't find a way to liberate yourself as soon as possible, you may be worried and sad, and even affect your fate for the rest of your life. ”

Wang Anyuan looked interesting, originally thought that this nonsense charlatan was going to be beaten, but he didn't expect the fat man's face to be stunned, and he hesitated for a while and said: "The master may see why I am trapped?"

There was a hint of joy in the fortune teller's eyes, and he finally left according to my script.

He hurriedly pretended to have a confident expression, nodded slightly, and said, "I naturally know." But it's hard to say, and you can't say it. ”

The fat man was really a little surprised this time, and he hurriedly asked, "Can the master reveal a few points?"

The fortune teller touched a few sparse mouse whiskers under his chin, shook his head and said, "Are you sick?"

The fat man nodded subconsciously.

"However, it is difficult to reconcile the yin and yang qi in the body, and the five elements are disordered and unbalanced. ”

The fat man is a coal boss, and he doesn't know a few words, so he understands these nonsense. But he heard the words yin and yang clearly, and when he thought about his own problems, he quickly slapped his thigh.

"Master, you are really a god, I just lack the yang energy in my body?"

The fortune teller's face showed a look of smugness that I had already expected, but the fat man couldn't wait to pounce on him and hurriedly said, "Then master, do you have a way to cure my disease?"

The fortune teller refused to say more, but nodded and shook his head inscrutablely, repeating the sentence: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed." ”

The fat man was in a hurry, took out a large stack of red banknotes and stuffed them into the fortune teller's arms, and begged: "Master, you can help me, I still want a son." ”

The two of them were playing happily over there, but Wang Anyuan was dumbfounded.

It's really so accurate, is this not-so-amazing fortune teller really a master of the world?

The owner of the antique stall on the side looked surprised at him, and finally couldn't help but complain: "This old liar comes and goes just like those two brushes, I can see them all." ”

"This kind of nouveau riche is not short of money or women, and the most regrettable thing is life. You see that he is so fat, his body must be more or less sick, no matter how you say it. The first calculation of the old liar, a normal person can guess it with a little thought. ”

"His second count is even more unfancy. Yin and Yang are out of balance, and the five elements are out of balance? Heh, who has a physical problem that is not due to these two reasons?"

"The fat man said he lacked yang energy and wanted a child. I see, he clearly doesn't lift it. ”

The owner of the antique stall talked eloquently, nodded Wang Anyuan again and again, and suddenly realized.

When his final sentence came out, Wang Anyuan suddenly stirred, and a thought flashed in his mind.

"I'll go, isn't this just business?"