Zhang Weiguo transmigrates to that era of scarcity, a time of lacking clothes and food.
He is a decorated veteran who has been transferred to a position as the head of the purchasing departme...
I'm not trying to get your money, I'm not giving it to you for free, this must be true.
Xu Damao took the pill and was very grateful to the fortune teller.
The fortune teller packed up his things and walked away with his cane.
Xu Damao looked at the Taoist priest walking away, expressing his gratitude profusely.
When I got home, I immediately found some water and swallowed the pill.
Zhang Weiguo was waiting for news at home.
When I saw Xu Damao coming back in a hurry, I knew that the matter was settled.
Zhang Weiguo went out to look for the Taoist priest and found him at a corner.
"Did you know I would come out to find you?"
"Of course I will. I have never been wrong in judging people."
"You are really a talent."
"Give me an address and I'll find you later," said Zhang Weiguo.
The fortune teller told me an address.
Zhang Weiguo gave him ten yuan.
"Does that pill really work?"
The Taoist smiled mysteriously and asked, "How about making a bet?"
What kind of bet?
Just bet on whether he can come out within an hour?
"Sure, what's the bet?"
"How about ten bucks?"
"no problem."
"It seems that you are very confident in the efficacy of your medicine."
"Of course."
The two men found a corner and watched secretly in the dark.
Not to mention an hour had passed, Xu Damao ran out just after half an hour.
Look at Xu Damao's appearance.
The effect of this medicine is surprisingly good.
"Isn't your medicine too effective?"
The Taoist smiled mysteriously: "I increased the dosage."
"You win."
Zhang Weiguo gave the Taoist priest ten dollars.
The Taoist priest said, "Come back to me if you have such a problem next time."
In just one hour, I made thirty dollars.
He can't make that much money just by calculating fortunes for a month.