Song Gang stood up from his seat, holding the ticket number 6667, a little confused.

On the huge electronic screen behind the host, Song Gang was expressionless.

When he passed by An Xiaowu and walked down the stage, he whispered: "Look at me playing this old man to death." ”

A group of people applauded Song Gang's coming to the stage. From the position we made to the position in the middle of the stadium a total of 50 meters away, Song Gang's walking posture changed from trembling at the beginning, to the spring breeze and horseshoe disease later, and then to the last legs have fluttered.

"Sir, you walk with confidence." Standing on the first floor of the stairs, the hostess smiled at Song Gang and said, she stretched out her hand to welcome Song Gang on stage with a grand etiquette.

Song Gang didn't look at Miss Manners, and put the ticket he was holding in his hand on Miss Manners's outstretched palm.

"Twenty thousand, don't look for it." Song Gang said lightly.

Miss Manners stood on the steps and watched Song Gang swagger onto the stage. There was still a crumpled ticket in his hand, and it was messy in the wind.

"Shame on the dead. Don't say I know him. Himeko said with a face covering her face, her expression as if she had eaten a dead fly.

At this time, there was a long table on the performance stage in the center of the stadium, with two glasses of water on the table and a chair on each side of the table.

After Song Gang walked to the stage, Zhang Dasheng stretched out his hand to Song Gang and said, "Welcome, young man." ”

But Song Gang did not shake hands with Zhang Dasheng, but pulled out the chair next to the long table, he sat down unceremoniously, crossed Erlang's legs, put one hand on the table, and his fingers tapped rhythmically, looking at Zhang Dasheng with a provocative look.

"Sit." Song Gang motioned for Zhang Dasheng to sit down.

The people on the audience were already laughing crazy, and some people shouted for fear that the world would not be chaotic, and they were very supportive of Song Gang's shouting.

"You're confident." Zhang Dasheng smiled, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"What's your name?" The latest to open his mouth was not Zhang Dasheng, but Song Gang.

Zhang Dasheng laughed and said, "My name is Zhang Dasheng. What about you? ”

Song Gang said, "Guess! ”

"Poof!" An Xiaowu was drinking milk tea and squirted out.

Zhang Dasheng said: "I can't guess. ”

"Can't guess what sign you're putting up here?" Song Gang looked at Zhang Dasheng with disdain and said. Then he gracefully picked up the water cup on the table and sipped the tea.

"But I can guess you're going to spit out the water you're drinking."

"Why?"

"Because that's the alum water I mixed when I performed in Shanghai half a year ago."

"Vomit~" Song Gang vomited out in disgust.

After the two of them sat down facing each other, Zhang Dasheng said: "Today's first magic show is a prophet, guessing the future. ”

Song Gang snorted and said, "You guess that the earth will be destroyed in 100 years." I'm afraid I'll be in the coffin by then. ”

"No, you write a number on this blank piece of paper, and I'll guess how many it is." As Zhang Dasheng spoke, Miss Manners came to the stage and put a piece of paper and a pen on the table in front of Song Gang.

"Write a number of less than ten, and you still have a 1 in 10 chance of getting it right." Song Gang muttered.

Zhang Dasheng smiled and said, "You can write as many numbers as you want." ”

Song Gang didn't believe in evil, so he covered the white paper with his hand and wrote a few numbers with a brush.

Zhang Dasheng asked: "Written?" ”

Song Gang said: "It's written." ”

Zhang Dasheng said: "What you wrote is 34554. ”

Song Gang was stunned, and the etiquette lady standing aside said, "Please sir, point the number you wrote at the camera below." ”

Seeing that Song Gang didn't move, Miss Manners stepped forward and pulled out the paper pressed under Song Gang's hand and aimed it at the camera lens under the stage.

Exactly 34554.

"No, you're not doing that!" Song Gang suddenly said as if he remembered something. "You said you were acting as a prophet, and you guessed it after I wrote it, and this is an afterthought, and there is a problem with this paper, or there is a problem with this one, and there is a pinhole camera on it, or some other high-tech thing, and this table, I think there is also a problem." Song Gang stood up and uncovered the white cloth on the table, revealing the glass table below.

"You have to say in advance that what I write is a prophet!" Song Gang said proudly.

The people in the stands applauded and sneered at Song Gang.

But Zhang Dasheng said: "Yes." ”

As Zhang Dasheng spoke, he asked another hostess in the audience to bring a bottle, and in the bottle was a folded square piece of paper, with a red rope tied to it.

"You mean, you've written the numbers I'm going to write in advance and put them in this bottle?" Song Gang asked.

Zhang Dasheng nodded. Come to Shuai Yang Row.

Song Gang smiled and said, "Since you are a prophet, you can write the numbers on paper or in your hands." ”

Zhang Dasheng stretched out his hands helplessly and said, "Feel free." ”

"It's funny." Song Gang muttered, picked up the signature pen on the table and wrote on the palm of his hand.

This time he didn't block it at all, but put his hand in front of the camera lens and wrote a few crooked Chinese characters on the palm of his hand: I don't know.

Many people on the stage scolded Song Gang, and Miss Etiquette's face was also difficult to look at, reminding Song Gang and said, "Sir, you should write Arabic numerals." ”

"No, I'm going to write Chinese characters, he's a prophet anyway." Song Gang said with a dead face.

When he asked Zhang Dasheng just now, he deliberately repeated twice that he could write numbers, but he temporarily changed it to write Chinese characters, and wrote the words "I don't know" in front of everyone.

"So if you can still guess, I believe you when you say you are God." Song Gang glanced at Zhang Dasheng and said.

The etiquette lady turned her head to look at Zhang Dasheng, Zhang Dasheng nodded, the etiquette lady was just about to open the glass bottle, but Song Gang suddenly stopped her: "Slow, I'll open it!" ”

As soon as Song Gang said that, he snatched the glass bottle in Miss Manners's hand, and Miss Manners hurriedly said, "Sir, you can't be like this." ”

Song Gang ignored her at all, put her aside with his arm, took out the paper in the bottle, opened the red thread tied on it, and opened the white paper.

The glass bottle fell to the ground with a snap, and Song Gang's hand holding the piece of paper was shaking, and he was stunned.

The photographer gave a close-up of Song Gang's expression at that time, and Miss Manners pulled out the piece of paper from Song Gang's hand, and then pointed it at the lens of the camera.

On the scraps of paper are four handwritten Chinese characters: I don't know.

Everyone cheered and screamed, including An Xiaowu, Ji Zizheng, and me.

"Young man, thank you for not cooperating!" Zhang Dasheng pulled Song Gang's hand, which was still stiff in front of his chest, and shook hands with him.

Several hostesses came to the stage and pulled Song Gang down, Song Gang didn't want to leave, he shouted: "You didn't guess my name, and you have to prove Goldbach's conjecture on the spot!" ”

Song Gang's shouts were drowned out in the crowd, and Zhang Dasheng waved his hand at Song Gang.

The audience on the stage looked at Song Gang, who had returned from a lost soul, and took the initiative to make way for him, Song Gang said: "He will definitely not be able to solve the Godbach conjecture!" ”

As soon as Song finished speaking, he almost cried on his seat, he said: "It's a big shame to be a scholar, it's a shame!" ”

Song Gang's personal experience of such a thing has undoubtedly had a great impact on his worldview, I don't know why there is such a magical magic in the world, is there really someone in the world who can be a prophet?

But the master once said that the future can be changed, and everything that is not established will change with a casual move or even an idea, and when Song Gang wrote "I don't know", he must have also thought about countless things that Zhang Dasheng might guess, and he would wander over what should be written.

However, the words he wrote were exactly the same as the words prepared by Zhang Dasheng in advance, and more importantly, the handwriting was different.

Among the Taoist techniques, divination and asking the heavens are the simplest and most mysterious techniques, because his foundation is derived from the Book of Changes, so the basic outline and principles of fortune-telling and physiognomy in the Book of Changes can be learned, and a little understanding can become a fortune teller. There are many ordinary people in this world, and the fate of ordinary people is almost completely in line with the basic outline of I Ching fortune-telling.

But Zhang Dasheng can completely guess what others think and think, and among the people who have practiced Taoist skills, even the best people can't do this.