Chapter 24: The word "out" determines marriage

The next day at work, my master found out what happened the night before. He stared at me for a long time and said, "Don't have the intention to harm others, but be on guard against them. You must be careful to prevent them from taking revenge."

I smiled casually, "Master, don't worry. I'll pay attention to the expressions when I enter the house and the weather when I leave.

During dinner, my brother-in-law said, "Can you lend me your car? I want to visit Secretary-General Liu of the Municipal Calligraphy Association."

My sister said, "Are you so vain?"

My brother-in-law laughed and said, "You still have to have some necessary vanity. Otherwise, who would buy a nice car?"

I said, "Okay. I'll walk later. It's not far anyway."

My sister said, "You drive our Buick."

I smiled and said, "I am vain too."

My sister glanced at me and said, "It's time to buy a new car by the end of the year."

After dinner, I took a walk along the Chunqiu River and arrived at the teahouse in ten minutes.

The evening went smoothly. After the fourth test, I said to the girl leading the group, "We'll only test five tonight."

The girl agreed and brought the last order a moment later.

Two people came in, and they looked like a couple. I looked at them and saw that the woman was plump and the man was thin, so I said, "Please sit down."

After sitting down, the woman said, "Sir, we would like to have a prediction about our daughter's marriage."

I pointed to the paper and pen on the coffee table.

The woman wrote the word "out".

I looked closely at the character "出" (out), which is composed of two "山" (mountain) characters. From the writer's perspective, it seems to be a desire for his daughter to get married soon.

"Your daughter is still unmarried. She tried dating one guy but it didn't work out, so she tried another, and another, but nothing worked out." After saying this, I stared into the woman's eyes.

The art of physiognomy is to look at the eyes. All the secrets of a person's heart will be betrayed by the eyes.

The woman's eyes rolled to the left.

I knew what they said was right, so I deliberately kept quiet and looked at them with a smile.

The woman said, "Sir, please continue. We are listening."

I deliberately didn't look at them, staring at the landscape painting on the opposite wall, and sighed:

"She doesn't like any of the candidates you recommend to her."

The woman asked, "Will she be able to find a partner?"

I said, "Yes, she can find one. However, she likes tall and strong guys, and the ones you recommended to her, or the ones you both like, are all gentle, refined, handsome, and elegant boys."

The man asked, "You can't even tell what kind of boy we like?"

The woman glanced at the man and signaled him to stop talking.

A short laugh escaped my throat. "If I can't see that, why would I sit here and give advice?"

The woman said hurriedly, "That's right, that's right. What I want to ask you is, sir, she has identified someone, and we don't agree. Is there any prescription to resolve it?"

Hearing this, I saw their trump card and said:

"In any situation like this, the more you try to persuade her, the worse it will get. It will only push your daughter into the arms of the other man. The person who tied the bell must untie it. She found a black man, so you have to remain calm..."

I was just using an analogy, but the woman almost slipped off the chair and onto the floor. She managed to hold herself back.

The man grabbed her and said, "Don't get excited, listen to what the master has to say first."

The woman's eyes were red. The man took out a napkin and gave it to her. The woman wiped her eyes and said, "Sir, how can you even guess that she likes black people?"

"Haha..." I couldn't help but burst out laughing, thinking to myself, this is just a psychological trick. My method is to use metaphors to express something. If I'm right, people will think I'm a god. If I'm not right, I'm just using a metaphor.

I folded my arms across my chest and said:

"It usually takes me five to ten minutes to test one character. Because there's a queue behind me, if you really want to hear my analysis, then..."

The woman immediately interrupted me and said, "I understand. I'll double the price. First, please explain to us how you measured these, and second, please make some decisions for us."

I explained to them: "The character '出' means two mountains stacked together, which is like 'one mountain looks higher than another', so marriage should be held later.

Secondly, the man your daughter likes must be very strong. In other words, she is particularly attracted to men with strong physiques and well-developed tendons. Therefore, she is not interested in the gentle men you recommend. "

"Why isn't she interested in gentle and refined men?" the woman asked.

I said, "out." Is adding a mountain on top of a mountain heavy enough?

The two of them suddenly realized that this was the case.

I then said, "So, black men are very suitable for her marriage preferences. They are tall, majestic, and strong."

The couple nodded in agreement.

Next, I was going to show them some color, so I asked, "What's your name, sir?"

The man said, "My surname is Xiao."

I saw a mole in the middle of the man's nose. This mole indicates that people who have suffered setbacks in middle age usually develop black spots or moles on their noses.

So, I resorted to a ruthless trick and said, "This is a one-word prediction. I've said everything I wanted to say. But I still have a piece of advice for you."

The woman's eyes were even wider than the man's, waiting for me to speak.

I said, "Mr. Xiao, the fact that your daughter's marriage has been delayed until today is related to you. Your career setbacks in middle age and your lack of fighting spirit are the reasons why your daughter longs for a solid embrace."

When they heard this, they were so shocked that they almost fell off their chairs again.

When the man heard this, he shook his head and sighed.

The woman glared at the man fiercely, then turned back to ask me, "Sir, you haven't told me the recipe yet."

I shook my head and said, "It's too late to resolve the situation now. There's only one way. You guys should suddenly change direction and support her, very strongly. If she notices that your strong support can actually throw her off balance, she might stop and think it over."

The man hurriedly said, "Mr. Wan, I'll take down your phone number and visit you another day."

I gave him the number and the man saved it.

The couple stood up, bowed to me, and said in unison, "Thank you so much, Master. Thank you so much."

After work, I walked out of the teahouse and slowly walked back.

Strange, I feel like there's a car behind me, stopping and starting, like it's following me. Could it be the Qiang Si?

I kept looking back as I walked. The car was always following me closely.

I put my hands in my trouser pockets, and my hands were covered with "fixing powder". At the slightest sign of trouble, I would do a somersault.

The car didn't turn around and leave until I arrived at the noodle shop.

Who is this?

The next day at work, I told my master about this strange thing. He smiled and said nothing.

Judging from his expression, I thought that this must be someone sent by my master to protect me secretly.

Who is the person who protects me secretly?