Many tour guides have connections with temples in major cities in Thailand, but if a customer wants to ask for a Yin card, they have to ask for a card dealer. Within ten days, many tour guides called Lao Xie, saying that the group was already in a certain city in Thailand, and some tourists wanted to ask for a Yin card. Let Lao Xie rush to the XXX attraction as soon as possible.

Lao Xie did not go to Thailand, and others are still in Xiantao, but this method has been verified to be feasible. So he took advantage of the discount on air tickets to fly to Bangkok. His wife was very angry, the more than 5,000 yuan she earned from selling Buddhist cards last time had long been spent on two trips to Bangkok and a train to major cities in Hubei, and she even had to borrow money. But Lao Xie is not in a hurry, he feels that the foundation has been laid, and he will make money from now on.

In Bangkok, Lao Xie was reluctant to afford to stay in the cheapest hotel, so he cheekily lived in a temple, and after communicating with several monks who knew a little Chinese, he allowed him to leave his luggage in the temple utility room and sleep in a corner at night. Language is the biggest problem, Lao Xie bought a dictionary of Chinese and Thai, and when he had nothing to do, he studied hard and memorized, he was forty years old. His memory is not as good as that of young people, but with a strong belief in making money to treat his son's illness, Lao Xie actually mastered the daily communication language in less than four months.

During this time, he had asked for a total of three Yin cards for tour groups to come to Bangkok, and if it weren't for the two people around Master Azan who didn't understand Chinese, Lao Xie would have sold five. After deducting the rebate to the tour guide, Lao Xie made a net profit of more than 7,000 yuan. Lai Dong garbage.

In this way, Lao Xie officially became a card dealer.

More than half a year has passed in a blink of an eye, because he always asked for leave and had no performance, Lao Xie was finally dismissed by the furniture factory. This forced him to do his best to be a good dealer. He has had a hard time in the past six months, and the language barrier, Master Azan's white eyes, the tour guide's restraint and the pickiness of tourists have all made him live like a year. However, Lao Xie is already very familiar with the relationship between the major temples in Bangkok and more than a dozen white-clothed Azans. He extended his tentacles to other cities such as Pattaya, Rayong, Khon Kaen, Chiang Mai, Phi Chi and Prachuap, and even asked people to find the Azan in northern Vietnam and northwestern Cambodia.

The tour group business is not good, their itinerary is very tight, and the tour guide has to eat kickbacks, but this is just a springboard for Lao Xie to accumulate funds. For more than half a year, Lao Xie can independently communicate with the Thai locals for most of his interactions, and the most important thing is that he has completed the most basic primitive accumulation. I started to advertise in Thai newspapers, and I was able to receive the job of being introduced by old customers one after another.

In order to make more money, Lao Xie never picks business, from thousands of yuan to tens of yuan, Lao Xie will take any job. In the past, Lao Xie didn't speak and act like he did now. But in order to make up for his congenital deficiencies, when he faced his clients and Master Azan, he always had a smiling face, and spoke politely or even lowly, so as to impress the other party. After a long time, Lao Xie developed this habit.

When Lao Xie lived in the monastery for the third month, the monk told him, "You can't sleep here, please go find another place to live!" ”

"Huh? Why? "Lao Xie doesn't understand.

The monk told him that the reason for letting him go was not that he was occupying space, but that he saw that this person was still living in the temple for three days and two days, and felt that he should not provide a place to live for free.

In desperation, Lao Xie had no choice but to go north to Khon Kaen, where he could rent a very cheap apartment for only a few hundred baht a month. Although the conditions are very simple, the bed board is harder than the iron plate, and the three meals a day are only the cheapest meals. But these bitter old Xie can be eaten, and what he is most afraid of is going to the house of Azan in black, and sometimes he has to accompany customers to cemeteries, funeral parlors and other places to relieve or bless. He was timid by nature, and if it weren't for the sake of making money, he would have been scared to go back to China a long time ago.

In the past six months, Lao Xie has sent a total of more than 40,000 yuan to his home, which is equivalent to the salary of the former husband and wife in the past two years. In addition to spending on his son's illness, there is still a little left after the debt is paid off. But his wife was still not satisfied, so she asked Lao Xie to make a lot of money, so that he could send his son abroad and cure the disease at one time, which also became Lao Xie's greatest wish in his life.

One day, a university teacher who had traveled to Thailand with a group and had invited a Buddhist card in Lao Xie's hand called him and asked if there was a card of the Black Witch Azan XX in northern Thailand. Lao Xie, like other brand dealers, always goes to run the goods when the money arrives. After the university teacher paid the money, Lao Xie came to Chiang Mai, met this Master Azan XX, and found that he actually knew Chinese. After understanding, I learned that this master is from Yunnan like Hong Ban, and he has been able to do Miao witchcraft since he was a child, and he came to Thailand a few years ago to practice legal cards, and his reputation is not small.

After the business was completed, lying on the hard bed in the old apartment at night, Lao Xie had some insomnia. In the past six months, I have not been less affected by the white eyes of those Azan masters. Because he doesn't have the funds to hoard cards, in order to make more money, he can take on cheap jobs, and sometimes Master Azan can't help but think that he is unproductive, so he will also look down. Lao Xie thought to himself, this Miao master can be an Azan in Thailand, why can't Hong Ban? If he is willing to come to Thailand to be an Azan, he will not only be able to make more money, but also have a close upstream channel, which is better than being discriminated against by those Azans.

Early the next morning, Lao Xie took out the phone book and found out the phone number of the village chief that Hong Ban had left for him when he was treating his son in Tengchong. But the phone couldn't get through, and it seemed to be ineffective.

At noon that day, Lao Xie received a phone call, and a customer named him to find Azan's independent binling card, and Lao Xie went to Azan's home in Dacheng. Azan XX took out the only remaining independent binling card, Lao Xie was watching, and answered the phone halfway. At this time, a young Chinese female businessman came to Azan XX's house, and it seemed that she was very familiar with Azan very well, and the two sat on the ground, chatting and laughing easily. This female brand dealer is also in her early twenties, dressed fashionably and sexy, and looks like a Chinese student in Thailand. She casually took the independent binling card in front of Lao Xie and said, "Is this money?" If I don't give it, I'll ask for it. ”

Azan XX said that he didn't give it, and the female dealer directly put the card on his thigh in black stockings. When Lao Xie finished making the call, he found that the independent Binling card had been pocketed by the female card dealer and was about to leave, so he hurriedly said that he had already asked for this card. The female dealer pouted and asked Azan XX what was going on, Azan XX actually asked Lao Xie to come again next time, Lao Xie was anxious: "I came all the way to ask for this card, and the customer has paid for it, how can you say that you will take it away?" ”

He reached out to take the Buddha card, and the female dealer suddenly splashed: "Stinky rascal, you dare to touch my thigh?" She quarreled with Lao Xie, and Lao Xie didn't want to make a big fuss, so she had to leave Azan XX's house in a gloomy manner.

After this incident, Lao Xie wanted Hong Ban to come to Thailand to be Azan. He first traveled from Bangkok to Guangzhou, then to Kunming, then to Tengchong, and finally to the village where Hongban lived. When I arrived in the village, it was morning, the village was quiet, and the villagers either went to work in the fields or went to work in other places. Under the guidance of others, Lao Xie saw Hong Ban in a side room in the backyard of the Hong family ancestral hall, at this time Hong Ban was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a layer of light yellow powder emitting a strange smell in front of him, writing words on it with his fingers, and muttering something at a very low volume while writing.

Lao Xie has seen this kind of scene, when he went to the temple to ask for a plaque before, he had seen Master Long Po mix temple soil and scripture powder and other things together, spread them on the ground, and write mantras on them with his fingers, with the purpose of injecting mana into these powders.

Seeing Lao Xie coming, Hong Ban didn't seem to be surprised, only nodded slightly, didn't speak, and continued to write on the powder. Strangely, none of these characters were recognized by Lao Xie, some looked like oracle bone inscriptions, some looked like Chinese characters written backwards, and some seemed to be just a combination of geometric patterns. Lao Xie tried hard to recall that when he and his parents went to Hong's house to treat himself for a strange illness more than 20 years ago, he saw Uncle Hong do this kind of thing.

He didn't dare to disturb, just sat by and watched, sitting from morning to noon, it was the height of summer, and the day was getting hotter and hotter. Lao Xie wiped his sweat countless times, watched Hong Ban write strange words on those powders thousands of times, and then stopped, collecting the powder into a clay pot.