Chapter 82: Geniuses are lonely

The New Year's atmosphere was growing stronger and stronger. I still went to Youranju every day to be on duty.

No one comes to visit. I just sit there every day. Well, this is a good time for me to reflect on the past four years.

I thought I had learned the essence of my master, but in fact I only learned the basics.

If you want to make money quickly and quickly, in fact, it is better to make one or two orders at a time than to earn a hundred or two.

Therefore, I made up my mind not to fall in love, not to be distracted, and to follow my master for another six years.

Don’t sit still or play with your phone. Find a book from your master’s study and read one every day.

In the south, the Little New Year is celebrated on the 24th day of the lunar calendar.

I arrived for my shift as usual. I swept the floor, wiped the table, and made tea. When I was done, I brewed a pot of tea and found a copy of "Decoding Scams" to read.

This book contains Master's reading notes. Some parts are marked with a red line, and some parts have annotations.

When I read the chapter "Master Ma's Downfall," I saw that Master had not only underlined a sentence in red, but also annotated it with the words, "This cannot be done."

The sentence underlined in red reads: "Master Ma is amazing. Sitting at home, he can predict the exact color of the car the other party will drive when visiting. It turns out that he has already installed a surveillance camera outside the door."

He slapped his thigh. It suddenly dawned on him: Master wasn't trying to monitor me. He wasn't worried about me bringing people over to his house; he was just worried people would say he'd installed surveillance. That's why he insisted they remove it when he returned!

Fortunately, I told Linghu to come get it himself. If I had taken it, Master would definitely be unhappy - because, at the very least, Linghu would think that Master's house was under surveillance.

You need to think more about everything, just like playing chess. If others think three ways, you should at least think five. I read until eleven o'clock and drove home. After all, it was the Little New Year.

Peace and tranquility returned to our home, and that Xiuxiu never contacted me again. My mother was delighted and joked, "Chef Shanhong, you cook the last fish dish."

I felt a little awkward because this dish was taught to me by my "former future mother-in-law." I wasn't her son-in-law, but I was enjoying her selfless teaching. It was so hard.

I frowned and lied, "Mom, my master said that during important holidays like Chinese New Year, the chef can't be changed midway. You should cook. There's no special technique, just boil the water, and anyone can make it equally delicious."

She squinted her eyes at me and said, "Master said so, there's nothing I can do. I'll give it a try. Don't be disgusted if it doesn't turn out well."

I raised my eyebrows and said, "You are very clever and skillful. You can make clothes without learning tailoring. After moving to the city, you learned Tai Chi in the park. Now you can do it better than 99.99% of the old ladies in the city."

She looked at me lovingly and said, "You don't have any advantages, but you do have some, like a sweet mouth and good conversation."

At noon, the family was filled with joy. Foshu Noodle Shop had achieved record sales. Becoming an outstanding enterprise in the city's catering industry was a truly remarkable achievement, worthy of a toast.

So, we all congratulate the great female entrepreneur Comrade Wan Shuixiu and hope she will reach even greater heights in the coming year.

There is another thing that cannot be made public: Comrade Wan Shanhong, with the help of his family, successfully got rid of a beautiful girl and got rid of her entanglement. The continuation of the family line is guaranteed.

Of course, this is something I can only secretly celebrate and is not worth toasting to. My brother-in-law said:

"Shanhong is making progress every year. I wish him the same fame and fortune as his master in the near future."

With this reason, everyone raised their glasses again.

Since there was no law enforcement program for drunk driving back then, my father, brother-in-law, and I all got drunk. I slept until 3 p.m.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock..." I was awakened by a series of rapid knocks on the door.

I got up, got dressed, and opened the door.

My mother said seriously, "You promised to guard the yard for your master, so you should go to work on time. Can you drive? If not, Gao Xu will take you there."

"Yes!" I declared loudly, almost saluting. As I walked, I habitually checked my phone.

My grandma. Does my mother have any magical powers?

In the video, a woman was walking back and forth in Youranju, and even lay down at the door to look inside.

You bold thief, if you were going to come, you should have come at night. It's so bold to do it in broad daylight.

I drove at full speed towards Youranju.

After parking the car, I looked out the window and saw a middle-aged woman in fashionable clothes squatting under a tree on the sidewalk.

I stepped forward and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

She pointed to the gate.

"Looking for Master Hongyi?"

"Yeah, I've been waiting for over an hour, but no one's opening the door. Even if it's a nap, I should be getting up."

As I opened the door, I said, "Master is not home. I am his apprentice."

She asked casually, "Are you Master Wan?"

I said, "Yes, yes."

She followed me in, plopped down on the chair opposite, and said:

"I heard you're pretty good, could you please help me with a character test?"

"You write."

She wrote the character "回".

I shuddered inwardly. Even during the Little New Year, they were doing fortune-telling. What I lost wasn't a small thing.

I asked, "Looking for someone or something?"

"Looking for someone."

It's almost Chinese New Year, and missing someone is a serious matter. This can't be done haphazardly. If it's a child missing, and you're going in the wrong direction, you're going in the wrong direction. If it's an adult missing, it's basically a bloodbath.

I stared at the word, analyzed it in my mind, and said:

"It's a trap."

She trembled and asked, "How is it a trap?"

"Look for yourself. The character '回' you see looks like a well."

Her eyes wandered, and she asked again, "Anything else?"

"For the character '回' (return), first write a vertical stroke, then surround it. Then repeat. This suggests setting a goal first, then surrounding it.

So it's a process of setting traps over and over again. It's about money."

"Oh, can people come back?"

I can't tell her directly.

The woman said, "Here's what happened. Three days ago, my husband said he was going out to help someone with something, and he didn't say when he would be back. I didn't call him because he's usually out and about."

But today is the Little New Year, so he should be home. I called him at 11 a.m., but his phone was turned off. I called his friends, and they all said they hadn't seen him in the past few days.

"What do you do? What is your husband's usual occupation?"

"My husband and I are both laid-off workers. I don't do much, I just like playing mahjong. He has a wide social circle and takes on small projects, or...whatever it is, it's hard to say."

"He has a wide network of contacts. If a car breaks the law, he helps them get it released from the traffic police station. If someone wants a loan, he helps them find their acquaintances in the bank..."

The woman interrupted me: "Yes, yes, that's what happened."

"If you can't get through, why not borrow someone else's phone to call?"

"I tried, but it didn't work."

I had the answer in my mind. This guy was basically doomed, but I couldn't say it directly. So I said:

"I suggest you call the police immediately."

"Call the police? He loves to drink, and when he's drunk he doesn't care about anything. I called the police once, but he came back a few days later. It was a waste of police resources. I'd better ask you to do a fortune telling. If he comes back, I won't call the police or look for him anymore."

I said decisively: "Call the police immediately."

After the woman left, I found my notebook and began to record my reasoning.

The few words this woman said were crucial.

The first sentence: You are Master Wan. This proves that she has heard of me.

The second sentence: I heard you are quite capable. This proves that either my family members, relatives, friends, or neighbors have come to see me.

The third sentence: I usually play mahjong.

The fourth sentence: My husband travels widely.

I came to the conclusion: it must be the owner of the building materials store, Deng, who killed Ma Ren, and the person who came was Ma Ren’s wife!

It was absolutely certain. I pounded my fist on the table.

But I couldn't tell anyone. It's like predicting an earthquake. If you say it's going to happen, they'll accuse you of spreading rumors. Then, when it does happen, they'll claim you were right.

Genius, genius, all the geniuses in the world, it is neither right to talk about them nor to say them. In the end, there are only four words left:

Very lonely.