Chapter 9 Fortune Telling

I am in the business of dead people, so my customers must also be dead people. Therefore, my answer contained many disrespectful elements, but Old Man Ye still smiled, which gave me a very uncomfortable feeling. I frowned, expressing my disbelief at his attitude.

"Mr. Chen is extraordinary." Old Ye pretended to be mysterious. "Without much humility, I, Ye, am a gold nugget maker. Since I have the chance to be here today, I will show it to you for free. However, I can only show it to you in the inner room, and no one else is allowed in. .”

He glanced at Du Xiaosheng. Du Xiaosheng subconsciously took a step forward and stood in front of me.

I pulled Du Xiaosheng's sleeve to tell him not to be nervous. I knew what Old Man Ye was talking about was slang, but I didn’t know what kind of business it was to make gold dots. I vaguely remembered that it had something to do with fortune telling or fortune telling. In order to hide myself as an insider, I pretended that I knew everything and said: "Since Mr. Ye has invited me, I will follow your wishes. I just don't know what the old man's name is?"

In order to do business, I learned a lot of polite words. Our country's culture is extensive and profound, especially in officialdom and shopping malls. Every seemingly ordinary communication has hidden mysteries. Although we are not talking about business now, Old Man Ye is very kind to me, but I reach out to avoid hitting the smiling man. No matter how stiff my tone is, it will appear impolite.

There are many miraculous people hidden in the dark corners of society. Before building a tomb, some superstitious clients will ask a fortune teller to help them calculate where to build the tomb, which is more in line with the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams of the owner of the tomb. This is the same as asking a Feng Shui master to read the tomb in the countryside, except that the Feng Shui master looks at the Feng Shui of the tomb, while the fortune teller looks at whether the Feng Shui of the tomb owner and the tomb are in harmony with each other, and whether they will conflict with each other.

Among them, some fortune tellers are relatively famous and are not mentioned by anyone, but the number one is recognized as Meng Xueling from Hong Kong. Legend has it that he only accepts one customer a day and disappears if he exceeds one. He receives tens of thousands of dollars in gifts every day, some of which are given by rich people who have had their fortunes told by him, and some of which are given by rich people who want to have their fortunes told by him but can't get the number. Meng Xueling has a nickname called "Ghost Sign", which means that his fortune-telling skills have reached the level of ghosts and gods, which is extremely superb.

Secondly, there is a man named Ye, named Ye Zhishan, who lives in a big city in the north. I don’t know exactly where.

The third place was a blind man named Zhang. He was not particularly famous, but he managed to get into the third place. His price was not high, so he was hired by our company as a consultant. Customers who have needs in this area would be sent to him for fortune telling.

When old man Ye mentioned the gold dot maker, I immediately thought of Ye Zhishan.

Sure enough, Old Man Ye said: "Mr. Chen, you're welcome. I uphold the Buddhist philosophy of compassion and joy, and my real name is Supreme Goodness. I wonder if Mr. Chen has heard of it."

I was horrified and almost dumbfounded. The old man in front of me is Ye Zhishan? If that's the case, it would be a great honor for him to buy me a bowl of tea.

"It turns out to be Mr. Ye. You are too humble. If anyone in our industry doesn't know you, then he is definitely not experienced in the industry." Because of Old Ye's reputation in the industry, my tone became much more respectful. , but his eyes looked at Mr. Ye up and down again. Around the old gentleman's neck hung a string of beads, made of a material I could not name.

Old Man Ye said: "Now are you willing to go to the inner room with me?"

I nodded quickly, and Old Ye stood up and walked toward the wall facing the door with the help of Baldhead. I secretly gave Du Xiaosheng a wink, telling him to run away immediately when he saw something was wrong. I don’t know why Old Man Ye inexplicably offered to tell my fortune. The quality of his clients is about the same as the wealthy people who ask Meng Xueling to tell my fortune. There is no need to waste time on me, the owner of a small company.

Du Xiaosheng received the look and nodded at me. Only then did I follow Old Man Ye with confidence. Old Man Ye stretched out his hand and pushed the wall, and a "click" sound suddenly sounded from the wall. My heart trembled. I was very familiar with this sound. There was such a sound in the tomb of the machine operator last time.

This is the sound of the engine starting up.

The floor began to shake slightly, a vibration to be precise, which made the soles of my feet tingle. I doubt if people outside would notice such a big movement. Old Man Ye must have seen through my thoughts and said, "Don't worry, this mechanism only works on things inside the house."

I don't know if it has something to do with the fact that Old Man Ye is a great fortune teller. He is an individual genius. What makes me even more puzzled is his motive. Such a fortune teller, who is famous in both north and south China, insists on telling my fortune at this moment. What is his intention?

I smiled in response. Maybe it's because I haven't smiled much in the past few years. I can feel that my expression is very stiff and extremely unnatural.

The wall also began to shake with the floor, and soon the wall slowly lowered, revealing a dark entrance.

Although the entrance is dark, you can still see from the door a staircase going down, leading nowhere. Old man Ye walked in first, and I followed closely. The bald man did not come in, but stood waiting at the entrance, as if he was not allowed to enter. I'm a little curious. Even Old Man Ye let me in a place that even his subordinates were not qualified to enter. Didn't he take any precautions against me?

The end of the stairs led to darkness. Old Man Ye stopped after taking a few steps. This was the last place that the light in the private room could reach, and beyond that it was pitch black.

He reached out and touched the wall on the right. He soon touched something and stopped. Then the stairwell suddenly lit up, the dim light trying to release itself in the darkness. I suddenly realized that there were wall lamps on the walls on both sides of the stairs, and Old Man Ye had just turned on the wall lamps.

Old man Ye looked back at me, then turned around and continued walking forward. I followed him and stopped. There was no fork in the road. I secretly counted the number of lights on, still preparing for my own safety.

We didn't speak a word and walked down in silence. When we reached the ground, the last lamp was lit by Old Man Ye, and I found an iron door in front of me, locked by a thick rusty chain. There is a bunch of keys next to the iron door. It seems that anyone who wants to enter can open the door by himself. It is not to prevent outsiders, but more to prevent things behind the iron door from coming out.

What will be inside? A prisoner? Or some kind of monster?

I laughed to myself in my heart. In the past few years, I have been surrounded by weird and mysterious people, and my mind has also been thinking about weird things.

Although Old Man Ye is only one place higher than Blind Zhang, the difference in strength cannot be underestimated. One person is hundreds of miles apart. I had no intention of recruiting him into the gang, nor did I want to take the opportunity to build a good relationship with him. Since Old Man Ye is a man in the world and can reach such a lofty position, he must have a lot of wiliness. I hope that I can run my small business in a down-to-earth manner. It is easier to get along with people like Zhang Xiazi who only work but don't deal with people.

I didn’t ask, and Old Man Ye had no intention of explaining. He took off the keys hanging on the wall, selected one, and inserted it into the keyhole. With just a "click" sound, the lock was opened.

Behind the door is a small room of ten to twenty square meters. There is only one table in the room. There are two chairs in front of and behind the table. It looks like a doctor's office desk, but it is simpler. Many of the tables and chairs are made of wood, and there are signs of blackening and decay in the corners.

Old Man Ye put away his smiling expression and turned a little serious. He pointed to the chair behind the table and said, "Sit down." After that, he sat on another chair.

I walked over and sat down, gradually becoming alert and planning an escape route just in case. It’s just that this is Old Man Ye’s territory. Once he wants to do something bad to me, I won’t be able to escape.

This chair is a bit damp and uncomfortable to sit on. Old man Ye opened the drawer, took out a piece of white paper and a signature pen, handed it to me, and said, "Write your date of birth."

I was a little hesitant. Birthday and horoscope are relatively important things, and generally I would not give them to others easily. Because in some ancient religions, such as shamanism, there is a saying that the birth date and horoscope are used to harm people. The most common one is to use the birth date of the other person to tie a small paper figurine. Many people don't believe it. In fact, in my opinion, this ancient secret technique really existed in ancient times, but it has been lost a lot with the changes of the times.

Old man Ye looked at me calmly. I thought about it carefully. If someone really wanted to deal with me, there would be no need to go to such trouble. Doing so would only alert the enemy. Maybe Old Man Ye really just wants to tell my fortune.

I wrote down the eight characters "Geng Wu Wu Yin Gui Mao Ding Si". Old Man Ye took the paper and calculated in the blank space with a pen. I tried to read something in his expression, but failed. Old Man Ye's expression was as calm as water, without any emotion or joy.

About two minutes later, Old Man Ye put down his pen, rubbed his temples, closed his eyes and said, "You have a tough life."

I waited for his next sentence, but the old man kept silent. I knew he was deliberately trying to tease me and wanted me to ask him. In the psychology of a fortune teller, being stared at and asked by customers with eager eyes is a very satisfying vanity thing. I was very competitive and deliberately refused to follow his wishes. I pretended not to care at all and said, "It's good to have a tough life. I'm not afraid of anything with strange power or chaos."

"It's not just that. You're killing your wife." Old Man Ye spat out a few words.

I was shocked.

I have never been in love, let alone married, but I have had the dream of getting married and having children. I believe that reproducing offspring is something that every man must consider in his life. Old Man Ye's words shattered my dream instantly and made all my hopes for the future fall to the ground. Before I could say anything, Old Man Ye continued: "Your life has been rough in the past few years, and you will experience some life and death. However, your life is very strong, and your chances of survival are relatively high. Next year will be your most dangerous year. , there is a 50% chance that you will die next year. In addition, you are easily betrayed, and the person closest to you is very likely to harm you, so please be careful."

Old Man Ye spoke without any emotion, like a fortune-telling machine. He finished a series of words in a flat tone, but it gave me a huge impact.

My mind went blank. A world-famous god predicted that if I suppressed my wife, a disaster would be imminent. If such words were not taken seriously, once I took them to heart, I would probably be entangled with them for a long time.

"The person closest to you is most likely the one who harmed you."