2 Chapter 2
◎ Qingning Platform is recruiting anchors!!!◎
The traffic light across the sidewalk was almost over.
The young man walked slowly, lagging behind the passers-by. Looking at the green light that was about to return to zero, he inexplicably remembered a sentence.
"Watch your step..." The young man lowered his head and looked at his feet.
A corner of the red paper covered by wet soil was exposed, lying quietly on the curb.
"Huh?" The young man's eyes were shocked, and he hurried forward, bent down and picked it up.
After shaking off the dirt, a hundred-yuan bill came into view.
"Master..." The young man opened his eyes wide in shock and exclaimed.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, there was a loud noise in my ears.
A pitch-black object, blowing with a fierce gust of wind, almost brushed past his arm, and hit the traffic light pole with a "clang". The huge impact bent the pole, and it collapsed with a "bang". The young man felt a black screen in front of his eyes. The pole just brushed past his nose and hit the ground with a dull thud.
"Hey boy! Are you okay?"
"Oh my god...why did the tire suddenly burst?"
"Is everyone alright?"
The young man looked confused and shook his head as he looked at the passers-by who gathered around him one after another.
The loud noise across the street attracted everyone's attention, but Qianyang didn't care much and continued shouting on the roadside.
"Fortune telling! Fortune telling! I can tell you anything! You can't ask for money!"
"Don't cheat anyone, young or old! Don't cheat anyone, young or old!"
Qianyang turned around and saw several of her colleagues standing there in astonishment, dumbfounded, with astonished eyes fixed on her, as if they had seen a monster.
"Fortune-telling? Difficult and complicated diseases, good and bad fortune, the secrets of heaven are all clear at a glance..."
Before Qianyang finished his choreographed slogan, seven or eight people dropped their belongings and rushed forward.
"Little Master! Little Master! I'm so sorry for what happened just now!"
"Little Master, let me calculate! Let me calculate! Why doesn't my son want to get married? Is it related to the ancestral tomb?"
"My grandson hasn't been sleeping well these past few days and has been having nightmares. Is he being haunted by some unclean thing?"
"My daughter's business isn't going well. Is there any way to improve it?"
…
Qianyang was surrounded by them, as if dozens of mouths were talking in her ears, making her feel overwhelmed.
"I'm only telling one fortune, please move aside." Qian Yang said loudly.
"I'll count! I'll count!"
"Why? Don't you believe it? Go away!"
"I, I'll give you five hundred!"
"I'll give you one thousand!"
…
Passersby saw them gathered together and asked curiously, "What are they doing?"
"Some little wizard showed up out of nowhere and instantly predicted the truck across the street had a flat tire! It's amazing!"
"I heard it's only 25 yuan a divination!"
Passersby sneered, "Do you have any brains? You believe everything?"
"Pooh!"
"If you don't believe me, what are you doing here?"
"Go! Go! Go!"
“Master!!!”
“Good Master!!!”
At the same time, two loud shouts came from the outskirts of the crowd.
Immediately afterwards, a figure forced his way through the crowd and squeezed in despite the curses.
"I won't raise the price! Twenty-five per divination, only for one person..."
Qianyang was explaining to everyone when suddenly, someone squeezed in front of her and knelt down in front of her with a plop, his face full of joy and excitement of surviving a disaster.
"Master! I am willing to take you as my master. You saved my life. From now on you are my master!" The young man's face flushed and he kowtowed with a clang.
"Little Master, I can also become your disciple!"
"I can do that too!"
"I'll give you two thousand! Master, please accept me as your disciple!"
"I'll give you five thousand!"
…
For some reason, a group of people started bidding inexplicably.
Qianyang was completely confused. He thought he was the country bumpkin from the mountain, so why did the people down the mountain act like they had never seen the world?
The Xuan Sect were all prominent figures back in the day, but has the people down there fallen to this point? They're fighting over something that can be calculated without even needing to count on one's fingers, yet it's enough to get them to such a bloody pulp?
It seems that the mountain flood was not an accident, but an arrangement by the ancestors, allowing her to go down the mountain to carry forward the ancestral business and save the Xuanmen.
"Master, Master!" the young man called out twice in a low voice, "Follow me."
Qianyang took a reluctant look at the picture of the giant pancake, swallowed his saliva, crouched down, and went out with the young man.
The group of people were arguing so fiercely that they attracted the attention of the police from the police station. No one noticed that Qianyang and the other person had sneaked out.
After following the young man about a hundred meters away, the air became more flowing and Qianyang breathed a sigh of relief.
"The people down the mountain are so ignorant." Qianyang couldn't help but sigh.
The young man, no longer looking haggard and dejected, said with shining eyes, "Master, how did you calculate that just now? Teach me, teach me!"
Qian Yang glanced at him and said, "Although you have wisdom, it is not deep enough. It is impossible for you to reach this level."
youth:"……"
The young man's face darkened. "Oh...never mind. I'm really a loser. Thank you for saving my life. See you again if we're lucky."
"However, you can learn some basic skills."
The young man perked up immediately and asked, "What? What?"
"You'll know later. I'm very hungry now and want to eat the giant hand-pulled pancake from the stall. Go buy it." Qianyang ordered bluntly.
In her opinion, an apprentice's job is to serve his master like a cow or a horse.
The young man asked her to wait there without saying a word, then turned around and ran back.
In a moment, the young man came back with a delicious giant pancake and handed half of it to Qianyang.
"It just so happens that I haven't eaten yet. This pancake is too big for you to finish by yourself. Let's each have half."
Qianyang was about to say that he could finish it, but the young man had already bitten into the other half of the Big Mac pancake.
Qianyang took it expressionlessly and silently labeled his cheap apprentice as "disrespectful to teachers".
"What's your name?" Qian Yang asked.
Qianyang was able to find out the names of those with low energy through a few short conversations, but the young man had such strong energy that she couldn't figure it out all at once.
"My name is Yang Mao. Master, what about you?"
"Qianyang."
Qianyang took a bite of the pancake, and a taste he had never tasted before burst into his mouth, filling the air with fragrance.
It seems that the people living down the mountain still have their merits, and the food they make is very delicious.
"Where do you live?" Qianyang asked.
Yang Mao said, "A rental house. What's wrong? Master, do I have to live in a mansion and eat a fancy meal with you?"
Qianyang gave him a questioning look and said, "I have nowhere to go and I don't have a penny."
Yang Mao: “?”
Returning to Yang Mao's rental house, Qianyang looked around the small room and curled his lips. Things were piled up in a mess, even worse than the lounge of the Laotou Street Police Station.
Yang Mao scratched his head and awkwardly threw the dirty clothes on the sofa into the washing machine. "Master, this is the living room, and the bedroom is inside."
Qianyang followed him into the bedroom, looked around, and commented, "Not as good as the living room."
Yang Mao said helplessly: "I've been busy looking for a job recently and have no time to clean up."
"...Alas, I thought I wouldn't have to look for a job if I became your disciple."
Qian Yang said: "Don't worry, I have made enough money, so I don't need you to support the family anymore."
Yang Mao smiled and said, "I didn't expect there is a century-old Taoist temple on Xiaoqian Mountain."
On the way here, Qianyang had already told him his general situation.
"Master, you have real skills. You will definitely lead me to a life of wealth and honor in the future!"
Thinking of those people's attitude towards her before, Qian Yang asked curiously: "You just brought me home like this, aren't you afraid that I'm a liar or have other intentions?"
Yang Mao said: "Do you have other intentions? First of all, I am very poor; secondly..."
He looked at himself, then at Qianyang, and said cheerfully, "You are a bad guy, what can you do to me?"
Qian Yang pursed his lips and said, "Although I don't know what you are referring to, I can kill you with just one finger without leaving any evidence."
"knew!"
Yang Mao quickly packed up his things and put them in the living room.
"Master, you don't seem to have much luggage? There are clothes from my sister in the closet. She's about the same height as you, so you should be able to wear them."
"Um."
After taking a shower, Qianyang changed into clean clothes and asked Yang Mao to bring him a basin of cold water and a piece of white paper.
"Master, what are you going to do?" Yang Mao asked curiously.
"Find a way to make money."
As he spoke, Qianyang spread the white paper flat on the water and took out a half-burned incense stick from the cloth bag.
"Can we find it this way?" Yang Mao frowned.
"I think so."
Yang Mao expressed his disbelief but respect. Seeing her insert the incense into the cup, he immediately stood up and said, "I'll go get the lighter."
"Don't bother."
Qianyang took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from somewhere, shook it gently in the air, and a flame emerged out of thin air.
Yang Mao suddenly opened his eyes wide. Didn’t he see how Qian Yang lit the talisman paper?
After lighting the incense, Qianyang dropped the ashes of the talisman paper onto the paper on the water.
Yang Mao became more and more curious about what she was going to do. He half-knelt on the ground and watched her every move intently.
"Ancestor, are you there?" Qianyang suddenly spoke.
Yang Mao: “?”
Gradually, a clear line of ink writing appeared on the paper floating on the water.
--exist.
"Holy crap..." Yang Mao exclaimed. He had prepared the basin of water and the white paper, ensuring there weren't any traps. How did Qian Yang do it?!
After what happened not long ago, Qianyang realized that she would not be able to make much money on her own.
If she can't make money, she can't guarantee her life, and if she can't guarantee her life, she can't carry on her family business, so she decided to ask her knowledgeable ancestors for advice.
"My ancestral home collapsed, and I was forced to move down the mountain. I want to make some money. Can you give me some advice?"
Qianyang added: "It's better to find a job that makes money quickly."
Yang Mao didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing any wonderful scene.
After he finished speaking, the water remained calm for a long time.
Qianyang looked at the paper with no expression on his face.
A few minutes passed, and Yang Mao became restless. He asked tentatively, "Master, is the ancestor still here?"
"Yeah." Qianyang lowered his voice, "Maybe he's asking someone for advice."
After all, the ancestor has passed away for so many years, and he may not be as familiar with the world below the mountain as Qianyang.
Hearing this, Yang Mao couldn't help but shudder, and his eyes involuntarily glanced into the void.
Could it be that their ancestors and other deceased people are right next to them?
Qian Yang saw his fear and comforted him, "Don't worry, they usually don't have any bad intentions."
At this moment, a strange noise suddenly came from the cabinet next to him. Yang Mao immediately straightened up and looked over nervously.
"call out!"
Suddenly, the cabinet door opened automatically, and a piece of paper flew out from inside and hit Yang Mao in the face with a "bang".
Yang Mao had never seen anything like this before. He was trembling with fear and dared not move. He shouted in a trembling voice, "Master, save me..."
A thin white arm reached out to him and peeled the paper off his face.
Qianyang turned the paper over and found it was an advertisement. Besides the fancy pictures, there was a huge line of words written on the top - Qingning Platform Recruiting Anchors!!!
Several live broadcast areas are listed below: beauty area, dance area, game area, goods selling area... and metaphysics area.
Yang Mao asked tremblingly, "What does ancestor mean?"
Qianyang read the contents of the advertisement carefully.
Qingning Live is a platform that was launched not long ago. As it is still in the development stage, it warmly welcomes anchors to join. The live broadcast time in the first month reached 200 hours. Regardless of whether there are viewers and rewards, they can get a full attendance salary of 4,000 yuan.
"Live broadcast?" Yang Mao asked.
"Um."
Yang Mao said seriously, "I've looked into this platform. It's been less than two months since its launch, and there are almost no streamers or viewers. We can definitely switch to a live streaming platform with more traffic."
Qianyang shook his head, "No, this is it."
As the words fell, a line of words gradually appeared on the paper: teach and answer questions, accept believers, rebuild the ancestral business, and recreate the Xuanmen.
After a few seconds, a line of small words appeared below.
——There is a villa at the foot of the mountain. Burn two for me, and they must be duplexes.
“…Master, the old ancestor is quite fashionable.”
【Author’s words】
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