Chapter 574 Tell Zhang Qianwu a secret

I felt like I was back at Youranju again. Only I was the master, and Chunlai was the apprentice. In such a lonely foreign land, just chatting with each other was a joyous experience.

I said, "People with central obesity have two extreme personalities."

Chunlai nodded.

"The first type has a very good temper. They are very calm, good at keeping themselves in check, and are good people who almost never lose their temper.

The second type is someone with a bad temper who gets angry easily. There may be nothing wrong with a person's nature, but they are easily angered. After they lose their temper, they often feel regretful.

Chunlai took note of the two situations.

I continued, "The first type is called spleen deficiency obesity. The tongue is pale and enlarged. The second type is called liver depression obesity. The tongue is red and has a yellow coating.

"I've observed Mr. Zhang and he's the first type. He's very good-tempered and calm. You can't be impatient when doing things like this. You can't be too hot-tempered either."

"Why?"

"Because this business model mainly deals with people. Other business models also deal with people, but this fission-style fruit shop requires a sense of grandeur, calmness, and composure.

In short, you can't interfere with the store manager, and you only manage the store manager. If a manager comes to a store for inspection and sees an employee operating improperly, and then points out the employee's mistake on the spot, that's not acceptable.

This is similar to Zeng Guofan commanding a war. He couldn't actually command the battles. He just had to select and employ the men.

People with bad tempers can’t do that; they’ll fly into a rage at the slightest mistake.”

"What else?"

"And you've seen it too. Mr. Zhang isn't in a rush to express his opinion. He's a quiet person, and he's definitely thinking things through."

Chun said, "Mr. Luo made the decision on the spot. He wants to invest. It's obvious that he's a straightforward person."

I said, "Mr. Luo isn't centrally obese. He's both extroverted and introverted. He might be impulsive, but he can't hold his own against Mr. Zhang. However, a combination of the two of them would be ideal. Mr. Luo would only provide the capital and not participate in the management."

"Oh. Why do you judge personality by centripetal obesity?"

I smiled and said, "Medicine and witchcraft share the same principle. A person's personality doesn't come first; their body comes first, and their personality is determined by their body. The body is determined by their genes. Therefore, a person's personality is influenced by their parents."

You think that each generation of human beings is always a different individual, but in the final analysis, they are actually copies of their ancestors.

You either look like your father or your mother. When it comes to your son's generation, he will either look like you or your wife. When it comes to your grandchildren's generation, he will either look like your son or your daughter-in-law.

The world is full of changes, which is actually reincarnation.

The continuous reproduction of human beings is actually the continuation of life.

It’s the same thing with plants: from seed to plant, to flowering and fruiting, then back to seed, and the next cycle begins.”

I chatted with Chunlai for a while. Although he didn't necessarily understand what I said, he listened very carefully.

After chatting for a while, I took a shower, returned to my room, and half-lying on the bed, checked WeChat. One of the messages was actually from Dongzi:

"Shanhong, my novel on Qidian.com was rejected."

I replied: "It's okay, just familiarize yourself with the style of online novels first. Most people will experience rejection or even a half-hearted response after signing.

If you have a dream, you will succeed one day. If you don’t have a dream, you will have nothing.”

He didn't reply, probably because he was writing an article or fell asleep.

The other one was from Qing Ruo:

"Master, I know other scenic spots have names like 'Daughter Lake' and 'Daughter Tribe', but I think the name 'Daughter Island' is a good one.

Our state tourism department is so backward. What do you think? Should we give it another try?

I replied, "You should try to get it. Collect information related to naming your daughter in other places and report it to Mr. Chen. Ask him to try to get it."

Next, a stranger requested to be added as a friend. I clicked on it and saw it was Zhang Qianwu. It said, "Hello, Teacher Wan, I forgot to take my phone out of the car. Please add me."

Oh, I remember now. I didn’t find his cell phone, so I approved his application.

He immediately sent a WeChat message as if he was waiting online:

"Hello, Teacher Wan, I'm finally added."

I sent a few handshake symbols.

After a while, he sent a message:

"It's so late, I won't disturb you. I can't sleep after listening to you. I have a lot to say to you, but I don't know where to start.

If you have time, I would like to visit you tomorrow morning."

I replied: “Okay.”

Looking at the messages in other groups, it seems like everything is fine. Nothing serious, so I go to sleep.

The next morning at nine o'clock, Zhang Qianwu drove up alone. As soon as he entered, I made him a cup of tea.

The two sat down, and he said, "I didn't sleep well last night. I have something I must ask you."

After that, he gave me a cigarette and lit it for me.

After taking a puff of his cigarette, he said, "Teacher Wan, I have a knot in my heart. My great-grandmother's grave was reburied once. Ever since the reburial, our family has been in trouble.

Later, we asked a terrestrial immortal to take a look. He said there was no way. The sixty-year cycle lasted for sixty years, and the family would only prosper after this sixty-year cycle.

As expected, my family never thrived, mostly farming. I was the only one who made it to a junior college, and after seven or eight years in China, I followed the others to Thailand.

It’s been fifty years since my great-grandmother was reburied. Will it take another ten years for our family to recover?”

I understood what he meant - isn't it too early to invest now? It hasn't even been sixty years yet.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Zhang Qianwu thought he hadn't expressed himself clearly and wanted to say it again.

I waved my hand. “I know what you mean. How many cousins ​​do you have since your great-grandmother?”

"Seventeen."

"How old are you this year?"

"I'm 42 years old."

I said, "I can't check the feng shui of your great-grandmother's grave, but you have seventeen cousins ​​in your generation. This indicates a large family.

Furthermore, there is a law unknown to most earthly immortals: one male child equals one year. Even if it takes sixty years to turn things around, 17 years should be subtracted, leaving only 43 years."

When he heard this, he nodded repeatedly.

I asked, "Since your family hasn't been prosperous and you don't have a lot of money, it would take a lot of capital to open a fruit shop."

Zhang Qianwu smiled and said, "Don't lie in front of a real person. In fact, Luo Cheng wanted to do it and invited me to join. I have a little money, but I haven't made up my mind, so I went to the temple to ask. Some people said it was okay, while others said it was not.

He told me that he had recently met a great man and asked me to come and ask you for advice."

"I see. But let me tell you the truth. We can cooperate, but even as a minority shareholder, you are the only one who can manage the company. You must sign this contract before investing. Otherwise, don't do it."

"Why?"

I shook my head and said, "There are some things I don't explain."

He nodded seriously and said, "I'll treat you to lunch and let you try authentic Japanese food."

I smiled and said, "I try not to go out when I'm treating people. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. But don't tell Luo Cheng that you came to my place."

"Okay." Zhang Qianwu clasped his hands together, thanked him and took his leave.