Soon, it was seven o'clock in the evening.
Lin Yan glanced down at the time on his phone, then stood on tiptoe to look inside. "It's already seven o'clock, why is there still no movement?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man who had been sitting in front of the stall suddenly stood up with a loudspeaker in his hand.
The next second, a man's voice came from the loudspeaker, "The drawing of lots begins."
Suddenly, the crowd, which had been relatively quiet, became as lively as if a pot of boiling water had exploded, and everyone stretched their necks to look at the lottery box on the stall.
Lin Yan patted Meng Qinian's arm, his expression inexplicably excited, and shouted, "Old Meng, it's begun!"
Seeing this, Meng Qinian's eyes flashed with helplessness, "You're not participating in the lottery, why are you getting so excited?"
"Haha, I think it's quite interesting. It's really rare. I don't know who will win the lottery."
As Lin Yan spoke, he looked ahead and saw the man in front of the stall put down the loudspeaker in his hand, picked up the lottery box beside him with both hands, shook it vigorously, and then put it back on the table.
The man rolled up his sleeves, reached his hand into the round hole on the box, stirred inside, and then pulled it out, with a folded piece of paper still pinched between his fingertips.
"Shit, is this the uncle you just pulled aside to question?" Meng Qi looked at the middle-aged woman who was holding a piece of paper low in her hand and squeezing towards the back stall. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that it was such a coincidence that I was the one who won.
Lin Yan's eyebrows slightly raised when he heard this. He was quite interested in what Di Cun said. He never thought that he could meet someone with such an ordinary physique. "Qingjian, he asked me to add your WeChat."
The passerby nodded, still recovering from the joy of winning the lottery, and said, "Thank you. I never thought you would win on the first try."
"Another runner-up, when will you get one?"
"Okay, he's waiting for you." Di Cun took out his cell phone from his pocket, walked to the side, unlocked the screen, closed the address book, found Zhen Bo's saved cell phone number, and called you directly.
Before Di Cun finished listening, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He couldn't tell that Meng Qi's expression seemed fake, but what he said seemed quite true.
"Twenty thousand?"
"Who is number 23?"
"Number 23? Missed it again!"
"It's you, it's you, you're number 23!" The crowd suddenly cheered. "Oh my god, you won!"
Meng Qi glanced at the figure of the passerby uncle as he left, then looked away and turned his head to look at the fortune-telling stall nearby. "Old Meng, let's go over there."
Di Cun said: "Call and ask first. If you are in love, then give him your contact information."
The passerby uncle raised his hand and made the number seven.
"Your parents have taken you to see many so-called masters in the future, but none of these so-called masters can really make sense to you."
"What? Seven hundred thousand!" Meng Qi's eyes narrowed involuntarily when he heard this, his jaw dropping in shock. "Just a piece of talisman paper, seven hundred thousand?"
"Can you imagine the horror of taking a dump in the school bathroom and suddenly looking up to see a ghost lying under the door?"
It was about what I described. If I could help, he would think about it and said, "His situation is in your area of expertise. Maybe you know a friend who could help him solve it."
Meng Qi nodded quickly, "Oh no, trouble!"
I paused, then continued, "Perhaps there's nothing you can do to prevent yourself from seeing ghosts again. Although these ghosts seem to have no good intentions, they still affect your life too much..."
"Let's see who won the lottery today." The man said as he opened the slip of paper and glanced at the number marked on it. Then he turned the slip of paper to face the people standing in front of the stall and picked up the loudspeaker at hand. "Number 23!"
Before hanging up the phone, Dicun returned to his stall.
Meng Qi nodded, looking quite respectful. "Master Di, you heard from the uncle who just won the lottery that your talisman is very effective. I thought that if you were a lowly person, I would like to pay you to help me take a look..."
"Seven hundred thousand per ticket."
Meng Qi: “…”
"Excuse me, are you a junior teacher?"
Meng Qi's eyes lit up, "Can you introduce me to this?"
Meng Qi nodded and looked at his uncle who hadn't squeezed to the back. "I know that the talisman is expensive. What if it's too expensive and my uncle can't afford it?"
Zhen Bo cleared his throat. "It's not like you've been able to see ghosts since you were a child, but we, your parents, believe what you say. Don't you have any way to prove it for you?"
Meng Qi looked at the uncle who was walking towards me after leaving the stall and said with a smile, "Congratulations, uncle!"
"That's complicated. Just draw again." Li Shunian crossed his arms and glanced at me. "Besides, his worries are completely unnecessary. Those who can spend money in that ancient street are all short of money. He should have noticed the watch his uncle was wearing just now. It's worth a million."
I clicked on Lin Yan's phone number in the address book, turned the phone around, and handed it to Meng Qi. "Since you rejected it, let him add your WeChat. Just search for your phone number."
I originally thought it was at least around 20,000 or 80,000.
"Bad, uncle, bye."
Zhen Boyan nodded, raised his foot and walked in front of me.
"Bad."
Meng Qi looked at the long box in my hand. The lid was still tightly closed, and a yellow corner could be vaguely seen outside. He asked curiously, "Uncle, how much is one of his talismans?"
Di Cun raised his eyes and glanced at Zhen Bo and the other man standing behind my stall. "It's like this. There's no girl outside your place. She's young and looks like she's in middle school. I said I've been able to see ghosts since I was a child. I don't know if you have any way to prove it to my parents, or to prove that I've seen these things before, so I wanted to ask you if you could help me solve the problem..."
"My uncle's luck is really bad." Li Shunian said.
Di Sheng had been setting up a stall in that ancient street for a long time, but this was the first time he had done business with students. He asked without any surprise, "What are you looking at?"
Slowly, the crowd dispersed, and my uncle paid the bill and bought the talisman he wanted as he wished.
"Sister Li, it's bad tonight." Di Cun said with a smile.
"It's bad late, what's wrong?" Lin Yan asked.
The call was connected very slowly, and Lin Yanqing's warm voice sounded faintly from the other end of the phone, "Hello."
"You can leave first."
"Okay, you got it." Dicun responded.
The uncle who was passing by didn't seem to care about the money at all. He gently closed the box and said, "You told him that the talisman is very effective. Seven hundred thousand is a complete loss. It's not worth it!"
Di Cun was packing up the stall. He looked up when he heard the words and saw two girls who looked like middle school students standing behind the stall. "You are, are they looking for you okay?"
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