Tianjin City has a history of more than 600 years, and there are many people who come and go from the south to the north to do business at the mouth of the Sancha River. Naturally, it became a city.

From ancient times to the present, this business thing depends on three points of vision and seven points of fortune, so every businessman goes from east to west, south and north, and always inevitably goes to the temple to worship before going out to do business, and then looks for a fortune teller to ask for a hexagram in order to get good luck.

However, in the realm of Jinmen, it has been standing for many years and has been handed down as a craft. That is, the Zheng family of the CD crossing. The Zheng family is not famous. Even third-rate fortune tellers are more famous than them.

Because they themselves will take the initiative to cut into the right circle at the right time, get close to the people who need them, get what they want, and come and go freely when they are born and enter the world.

This historic family has always existed in the history of the city like a ghost.

Fame?

That must be a third-rate charlatan.

Don't you know that the tree is a big wind?

Boss Jia, who is in the antique business, arrived early in his private room in Qishi Linding, waiting for his old friend Zheng Dingyuan.

The agreed time is 11:30.

His heart was somewhat anxious.

Anxious, he began to recall how he had met his old friend.

In the eighties of the last century, the state-owned enterprises were reformed, and he was unfortunately laid off and re-employed. At that time, Boss Jia was discouraged, wearing tattered overalls, and walked out of the gate of the Bohai Cigarette Factory with two large boxes of cigarettes. It was the scorching heat of June, but my heart was desolate, thinking that there was still a daughter-in-law and a two-year-old child at home.

There was no way in my heart, and beads of sweat fell down my neck drop by drop.

He pulled a cigarette out of his trouser pocket and took out a matchbox, and he saw that only the last match was left.

He carefully took out the match and gently swiped it in the palm of his hand.

For a while, his throat was dumb, and his eyes were moist.

I don't want to light this cigarette.

Just as I thought about it, the match went out.

He felt pity in his heart again.

People, when you are down, even a match feels distressed.

He glanced up at the poisonous sun, which burned his eyes viciously.

"Jia Aimin, Jia Aimin, there is no endless road, you are a dignified seven-foot man, if you cry here, you will really lose."

Jia Aimin read softly.

"Brother, it's so hot, drink a bottle of soda, I invite you."

Jia Aimin turned his head and saw a young man in a white shirt holding two bottles of open Shanhaiguan soda in his hand, which should have been just bought or chilled. The glass bottle also had water beads on it.

The young man's handsome face had a pair of particularly clear eyes. It's as clean as a flat lake that you can see through at a glance.

Such a person is easy to be credulous.

Jia Aimin hesitated, but still stretched out his hand to take the bottle of Shanhaiguan, and stuffed the unlit cigarette he had just opened back into the cigarette case.

He raised his head and took a sip, seeing that the young man smiled at him, showing friendliness, and for friendliness, out of politeness, Jia Aimin also smiled back.

"Thank you."

After being silent for a while, Jia Aimin thanked him.

"It's just a bottle of soda, and I guess you're in trouble."

Jia Aimin is a strong person, and when others ask him directly, he naturally won't answer directly.

"It's nothing, it's just a trifle."

"My name is Zheng Dingyuan, I don't know what your name is, friend."

Zheng Dingyuan in Jia Aimin's memory seemed to be particularly sincere, so Jia Aimin relaxed his vigilance at that time.

"My name is Jia Aimin."

Until now, Jia Aimin still remembers that Zheng Dingyuan glanced at him meaningfully after hearing his name. It seems that all the future relations between the two are firmly in his hands.

Then, Jia Aimin and Zheng Dingyuan, after decades of interaction, also proved that Jia Aimin's initial intuition was right.

Maybe a person's name really has some kind of magic?

Is Zheng Dingyuan's real name?

"Brother Jia, I won't tell you, I am familiar with the art of divination, just now I looked at you from afar and felt that you were about to take a step of good luck."

"You're really going to make fun of me, and now I have two big boxes of cigarettes on me. I don't even know how to find tomorrow's livelihood. ”

"Jia Aimin, if you believe me, tell me the date of your birthday."

When Jia Aimin heard Zheng Dingyuan pronounce his name by his name and ask him about his birthday, it was as if he had fallen under some kind of spell.

"Do you want a lunar calendar or a solar calendar, I really don't know about the lunar calendar."

"It's okay, you can tell me the solar calendar, and I'll pour the lunar calendar."

"Well, my birthday on the solar calendar is October 6, 1965, and the time seems to be six o'clock in the morning, and I can't pass seven o'clock."

"Wait a minute."

Jia Aimin saw Zheng Dingyuan pinching his fingers and calculating the heavenly and earthly branches, and for five or six minutes, he was very focused.

"Not surprisingly, you married three years ago. Two years ago, I was happy. ”

Zheng Dingyuan raised his eyes and looked directly into Jia Aimin's eyes.

Jia Aimin was a little stunned when he heard it, and the other party just heard his birthday. was able to deduce such a detail, could it be that he had inquired about his family background in advance.

This Zheng Dingyuan, don't be a liar anymore?

"Don't get me wrong, Zhou Yibu is just a tool, but people are alive. I deduced from Brother Jia's birth date that the marriage luck of three years ago, and the tendency of the god of food to give birth to a daughter is very large. Of course, the last thing that made me sure you have a two-year-old daughter is the little red flower on the collar of your overalls. ”

At this time, Jia Aimin looked down and saw the small red flower on his chest. The small deliberately does not want to be noticed. It was probably the daughter who secretly drew it when she wasn't paying attention. If you think about it carefully, I often work late before coming home, probably because my daughter misses herself and deliberately paints it. I can't help but feel a warm heart.

When Jia Aimin heard Zheng Dingyuan's analysis, he couldn't help but have some trust in the young man he had just met.

"Brother, you're right. I did get married three years ago and have a two-year-old daughter. After drinking the soda, why don't we go to the commissary over there for a meeting, and my brother should also invite you back. ”

"Okay."

Zheng Dingyuan followed behind Jia Aimin, helped him pick up a box of cigarettes, and walked to the commissary next to him.

Looking back now, Jia Aimin's fate was from the long conversation with Zheng Dingyuan in the commissary that afternoon, and under Zheng Dingyuan's exact arrangement.

This also made Jia Aimin inseparable from Zheng Dingyuan's good friend for 20 years.