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- On a late autumn night, the sea breeze was biting and cold, and it hit his face with a fishy and damp smell, which made Han Wenqing shiver.
He hates the beach.
Half a month ago, he was still the leading figure in the world of physiognomy in the new century, surrounded by beautiful women and fine wine. But it was just a swim, but he swam to the Republic of China. How can anyone explain this?
After more than ten days, Han Wenqing finally accepted his fate. He could not go back and could only survive in the Republic of China.
He plans to use his old profession to make money, such as fortune telling or doing Feng Shui. Han Wenqing was born with yin and yang eyes, and he could easily open the celestial eye. He also had a famous teacher since he was a child and practiced Xuan Gong Yuan Qi. Whether it was opening his eyes or setting up a formation, Han Wenqing didn't need a compass.
That¡¯s why he is unrivaled in the world of physiognomy.
But in this damn time travel, he has nothing!
Han Wenqing also wanted to set up a fortune-telling stall. Although he is in his thirties, he looks like he is only in his twenties because he has practiced Xuan Gong and Yuan Qi since he was a child, and he is frail and frail. Who would ask a young man like him to tell his fortune? Who will believe him?
In the fortune-telling business, you must at least have experience! Even if you don¡¯t have experience, you still have to have age!
He needs to disguise himself as an old man!
When it comes to dressing up as an old man, Han Wenqing is quite good at it. He has specifically studied and practiced the art of physiognomy. Later, his abilities gradually emerged, and others put aside their prejudices, believed in him, and were willing to hire him. Only then did Han Wenqing dare to show his true colors to others.
Of course, every time they see him acting like a half-grown child, customers will question his reputation. But whether he is predicting fate or feng shui, he is extremely accurate and makes people admire him.
But by the time of the Republic of China, all the reputation he had accumulated was gone. If he wants to make a living in the profession of physiognomy, he has to pretend to be an old man again.
¡°How can I put on makeup if I¡¯m just penniless?
Makeup materials also cost money!
Han Wenqing was wandering on the street, trying to solve his survival crisis, when he saw a rickshaw company recruiting people. Because he has the kung fu, he runs fast and steadily. Although he seemed weak and had no strength, the boss tried it himself and decided to use him.
So Han Wenqing started to work as a coachman!
This is his second day at work. First, he met a gangster, who originally planned to default on his debt, but ended up stealing their money and gun; now he met a young and beautiful girl, who pretended to come to the dock late at night, and cried inexplicably.
Han Wenqing stood aside and waited for a long time before the girl's crying gradually became quieter.
"Why are you crying?" Han Wenqing asked her.
The girl was stunned. She obviously did not expect Han Wenqing to ask questions, let alone that he would ask such a question. If it were someone else, shouldn't you say, "Miss, what's wrong with you? What happened, where do you feel uncomfortable?" etc.? Why would someone directly ask "why to cry"?
Her name is Qiongzhi, Han Wenqing just heard the middle-aged man call her.
"Despair." Qiongzhi replied with a choked sob.
Han Wenqing nodded and said, "Well, it's so cold and you have to cry out at night, it's really disappointing!"
Qiongzhi was stunned again, then slowly stood up and looked at Han Wenqing.
The lights on the pier were dim and swaying, making it difficult to see the face.
Han Wenqing's natural yin and yang eyes were not affected at night, and he could still clearly see Qiongzhi's face: her eyes were watery after crying, and her pupils were as bright as ink-colored gems; her cheeks were delicate and small, and her cherry red lips were charming . The figure is slender and graceful, very attractive.
Look at her face again: a plump heaven indicates a blessed person; a plump nose indicates wealth in her old age. Judging from her facial features, it seems that she is young and suffered many hardships in her youth, but she will spend her good years meeting a noble person and will be rich in her later years. Moreover, this woman is strong-willed and loyal, and will have many children and grandchildren.
She is beautiful and has good luck.
Han Wenqing nodded secretly.
"You don't understand" Qiongzhi stood up curiously because of Han Wenqing's words. But looking at Han Wenqing, he was clearly a poor boy, and she felt that no one could help her. Desperation came to her again, and she murmured, "You don't understand how desperate I am!"
"Well, I don't understand you!" Han Wenqing said, "You are wearing a thick cloak and I am wearing a torn jacket. I really don't understand whether the wind blows on you or not!"
Qiongzhi laughed out loud.
It seems that this kid is really cold, and he is always cold.
Qiongzhi's smile relaxed a lot, and she felt very cold, so she sniffed, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, wiped away the tears on her face, and said, "Then go back." Then she gave an address. .
Han Wenqing said, "Miss, sit tight."??, he quickly rushed to where Qiongzhi lived.
On the way, Qiongzhi asked Han Wenqing: "Where are you from?" Qiongzhi heard that Han Wenqing's accent was from another place.
"It's from Guangxi," Han Wenqing said. His hometown is Lingui, Guangxi. When Han Wenqing was a child, he heard from his father that his great-grandfather was from Guangxi and graduated from Guangxi Army Primary School.
Qiongzhi asked him where he was from, and Han Wenqing suddenly had this idea: Can't he go to Guangxi to see his great-grandfather? Maybe I can see my father as a child again in a few years. I just don¡¯t know if this is the real Republic of China or a parallel space.
" Time travel is too unreliable.
"It's not easy to travel so far to make a living." Qiongzhi sighed, and asked, "Are you tired of pulling a cart? How much money can you earn in a day?"
Han Wenqing smiled and did not answer.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Qiongzhi knew that her question was a bit abrupt, so she coughed and explained: "Don't get me wrong. I see that you look quite polite. We are hiring waiters in the dance hall, five yuan a month." Money, work is not tiring. If you go, I will tell the manager, it is better than working so hard for you"
Because Han Wenqing just said a few words, Qiongzhi suddenly felt affectionate towards him. It was really sad to see him running around in the cold wind in such shabby clothes. Han Wenqing looked younger than Qiongzhi, and Qiongzhi thought of her brother farming in the countryside, and couldn't help but feel reluctant to let him go. They are all struggling to make a living, and Qiongzhi also wants to help this interesting young man.
Han Wenqing paused.
This is not a lost idea.
??The concessionaire definitely doesn¡¯t tell fortunes for people setting up stalls. But the rich people are all in the concession. People who are willing to spend a lot of money on Feng Shui and physiognomy are all rich people. If he goes to the old *city* area, his daily income will be quite low, and his skills will not be rewarded accordingly.
If you work as a waiter, you may know a few big bosses, or is it a source of opportunity?
He has no relatives now and no connections at all!
"Okay." Han Wenqing replied, "Please ask me." Han Wenqing could see that this girl Qiongzhi also came from a poor background. Although she was very beautiful, she was not squeamish, she was gentle, warm-hearted, and kind. Maintaining her most simple sincerity.
Han Wenqing remembered that she had cried so sadly just now, so he asked: "If you help me like this, I will help you too. What's wrong with you? Are you crying so hard? If I can help you, just say it."
When Qiongzhi heard this, his face darkened again, and after a while he said: "It's okayit's just a trivial matter. You're right, I'm wearing a big cloak and I'm much better off than you. What's there to be sad about?"
As she spoke, she smiled bitterly.
The two of them had already arrived at Qiongzhi¡¯s door while chatting. This is a dilapidated old house. It is quiet at the moment, and the alley is dark without light.
Han Wenqing looked at it and thought, this girl takes a rickshaw back to a place like this every night, isn't she afraid that the rickshaw driver will have evil thoughts? A normal man would be tempted by a beautiful woman like her.
Qiongzhi seemed to have read Han Wenqing's thoughts and said with a smile: "The manager sent me a coachman. Lao Luo's child was not feeling well today, so he went back early. Lao Luo usually takes me there, and he is a very reliable person. "
It turns out there is a dedicated driver.
Han Wenqing said: "That's good. You go up first, I will stand here. If you are afraid, just shout. When you get home, turn on the lights, and I will leave when I see it."
Qiongzhi¡¯s heart moved: What a careful person. He was probably afraid that Qiongzhi would be uneasy, so he didn't offer to send Qiongzhi to his room; but seeing that the alley was dark, he was afraid that Qiongzhi would be timid, so he said the following words.
Qiongzhi has not encountered such thoughtfulness in many years, and she can't help but feel warm current flowing in her heart.
Her eyes were a little wet, she hummed softly, turned around and walked into the alley.
After taking a few steps, she stopped and turned around, asking Han Wenqing: "What's your name? You go tomorrow and I'll ask the manager about being a waiter. If it's successful, where can I find you?"
"I will still be soliciting customers at your door tomorrow. You can see me when you come out." Han Wenqing did not answer the question in front of her and directly answered the second one.
Qiongzhi smiled and then continued walking deeper into the alley.
A few minutes later, Han Wenqing saw the lights on the second floor to the west. Qiongzhi opened the window, waved her hand into the darkness, and smiled sweetly.
When Han Wenqing saw that she had arrived home safely, he remembered something very important: He didn¡¯t pay for the car!
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