Third Realm Boundary
The beauty of learning lies in making people confused; the beauty of poetry lies in inciting men and women to commit adultery; the beauty of a woman lies in being foolish without complaints or regrets; the beauty of a man lies in telling lies until they are believed.
Lao Ye has a mouth that can make people confused, stir up men and women to commit adultery, and turn daylight into seeing ghosts. Whatever fruit enters his mouth is rare in heaven and on earth.
Combined with Tang Zhendong's handsome appearance, many big girls, young wives, aunts and mothers would buy some fruit from his stall whenever they passed by.
This morning's sales are enough to equal two days of normal business, fortunately, a lot of goods were delivered this morning, otherwise, there wouldn't be enough to buy.
The weather at noon was scorching, but fortunately, thanks to this sweltering weather, Tang Zhendong and Old Ye had a chance to catch their breath. After Old Ye helped shout for half a day, Tang Zhendong went to the front boxed meal stall at over 11 o'clock to buy two boxed meals, one for each of them.
"Uncle Ye, you've been helping me out all day, but your own business hasn't made any progress. I feel a bit guilty about it."
Lao Ye waved his hand, "Do we still need to say this?" Lao Ye scooped a mouthful of boxed rice into his mouth. Neither Lao Ye nor Tang Zhendong were picky eaters; Lao Ye was forced by life, while Tang Zhendong had laid the foundation for his bitter days in prison.
Inside, don't even mention eating boxed meals, the dishes are never stir-fried, mainly because there are too many people and it's impossible to stir-fry. As the song goes: holding a steamed bun in hand, not a drop of oil in the dish.
However, the prison that Chi Zhiqiang was in back then was a prison of the 80s. Now, after so many years of prison construction and humanized management, at least in terms of food, it won't be like feeding pigs anymore. Although convicts have lost their political rights, they still have human rights after all. In fact, whether ordinary people's political rights are deprived or not doesn't matter much, because political rights are too far away from us.
In the past, I may have eaten moldy rice that had turned red, but now it's much better. Even if it's moldy, there isn't too much of it, at least you can't see the five colors on top. However, all the rice is spoiled, that's for sure.
In the words of a prison guard, this is called: ruining one's own body to redeem a sinful heart.
Tang Zhendong eats very quickly, and the chicken pieces in this potato chicken nugget are obviously just chicken frames, but Tang Zhendong still eats with relish.
Lao Ye's speed was not bad either, and he had skills that Tang Zhen Dong didn't have, which was eating while talking. If Tang Zhen Dong hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he absolutely wouldn't believe Lao Ye's oral abilities could reach such a level, speaking non-stop, eating even faster than himself.
"Little Tang, I've found that I can no longer see through you. You're just a fruit vendor, yet you know qigong? No matter how I think about it, I find it unbelievable. And for illnesses that would cost tens of thousands in hospital bills, you only need a few dozen yuan to achieve obvious results? In the past, I thought I was the best at deceiving people, and I've met all sorts of characters, but never anyone like you - it's strange, too strange. Can't see through you, can't see through you at all."
Old Ye said while coordinating with his signature move: shaking his head and swaying back and forth, that appearance was a complete god stick.
Tang Zhendong burst out laughing, "Old Ye, look at what you're saying. I just know a bit of qigong and happen to understand some medical common sense, and can combine the two, that's all. It's not as magical as you say."
Lao Ye still had some doubts, "Little Tang, I've discovered that you're a bit of an enigma, you must be someone with a story to tell. Your big brother has never asked, who doesn't have some past experiences? However, you're too low-key, with such great abilities on your body, if others hadn't discovered it, that would be fine, but since I've discovered it, why don't you dare admit it?"
Tang Zhendong burst out laughing, "Alright, alright, I admit it, I'm the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, the new generation of Sun Simiao, the next Zhang Zhongjing. My medical skills are unmatched! Let me tell you a secret that nobody else knows: actually, I have a familial relationship with Shen Nong, the god who tasted hundreds of herbs." Tang Zhendong lowered his voice and whispered into Old Ye's ear.
"Alright, alright," Old Ye pushed Tang Zhendong away. "Don't try to fool me with this, you little rascal. I'm getting more and more confused by you. You're usually smooth-talking, but when it comes to doing business on your own, you rarely speak up. And yet, sometimes I feel like you're a bit like Guo Degang."
Lao Ye clapped his hands, "Right, it's Guo Degang. And you have a characteristic that Guo Degang doesn't possess?"
Tang Zhendong had also heard of Guo Degang, this celebrity, but he wasn't clear about what characteristics Guo Degang had. The only thing he was certain of was that Guo Degang was ugly.
So Tang Zhendong was also curious about what Old Ye didn't say afterwards, "What special features? Tell me?"
"You're as humorous as Guo Degang, but you look like Lin Zhigeng, hahaha!" Old Ye said with a loud laugh.
Tang Zhendong made Old Ye laugh inexplicably, "I'm saying, Old Ye, is it that funny? I have a strong masculine aura, how can I be like that sissy Lin Zhiying?"
Tang Zhendong spent eight years in prison and didn't understand the commonality between Guo Degang and Lin Zhiying, two people who are worlds apart. Lin Zhiying is known as the "ageless wonder boy", while Guo Degang looks like he's approaching fifty, but their common ground is that they're both 38 years old. Many people lament: how can there be such a huge gap between people?
Tang Zhendong didn't smile, and Old Ye's loud laughter also felt dull and came to an abrupt halt.
"Lao Ye, actually I admire one thing about you the most, do you know what it is?"
"Oh, and what else is there to admire about me? That must be my extraordinary divination skills that even ghosts and gods are amazed." Old Ye was quite confident in his eloquence and ability to read people.
"Well, yes, there are three types of feng shui masters: the first-class ones deceive people so thoroughly that they're grateful for their help and thank them for life; the second-class ones may not be entirely satisfactory, but you can't find any major flaws, so it's just okay; the third-class ones make people curse them by name, wishing to dig up their ancestors' graves and expose their bones in the wilderness. Old Ye, when I first set up my stall, you were still a second-class master, but now you've been promoted to first-class, congratulations, congratulations!"
Tang Zhendong witnessed Lao Ye's growth during his time selling here. In the past, Lao Ye would shout tirelessly to attract business, calling out to every passerby. Gradually, he began to only call out to those who appeared to believe in Feng Shui. Later on, Lao Ye's eyes became piercingly sharp, and he rarely shouted anymore. Even when he did, it was always a guaranteed hit, grasping people's psychological weaknesses. In the past one or two months, Lao Ye had only done five deals, but every single one of them ended in triumph.
Fortune-telling requires innate talent, and observing words and expressions also cannot depart from innate talent.
Lao Ye let Tang Zhen Dong say with a mixture of laughter and tears, "You little brat, I really don't know what to say about you. What I did wasn't deceiving people into being grateful and respectful, but rather I'm someone with real skills. Can't you see that?" Lao Ye raised an eyebrow at Tang Zhen Dong, hinting for him to help out a bit.
A big auntie was walking towards us from a distance, it was the one who had been deceived by Old Ye to give him 3000 yuan yesterday with a worried and bitter face.
