Chapter 148 Jinjiang Debut
"Oh?" Bai Mian raised his head. "Then I'd like to learn who this person is."
Bai Mian was not provoked by the man's provocation. She just saw that the third client of the day had not shown up after waiting for a long time, and she was afraid of wasting the whole afternoon, so she decided to check the man's pulse. After all, it was a live broadcast, and she still had to pursue the effect of the show.
The man showed a contemptuous smile, as if to say "What master? He is nothing more than that." However, he was still afraid that Bai Mian would regret it, so he quickly sat down on the chair in front of Bai Mian and said, "I am here mainly to ask on behalf of my boss. My boss himself is not convenient to show up, so he asked me to feel his pulse on his behalf. My boss wants to know what his future prospects will be like?"
Bai Mian held the man's fair wrist, paused two fingers on his pulse briefly, then nodded slowly. It turned out that this man was a star assistant, and the boss he was talking about was the recently popular comedy actor Qi Zian.
Seeing Bai Mian's expression of knowing everything, the assistant quickly made a "hush" gesture to her, signaling her not to say anything. Bai Mian smiled and said something meaningful: "There must be someone helping your boss behind the scenes."
The assistant blushed a little: "Ha, of course, every successful person will make many friends, this is not the point, our boss mainly wants to know how his future development will be?"
Seeing the assistant's urgent eyes, Bai Mian shook his head: "His journey ends here."
"What?" The young assistant suddenly became nervous and looked at Bai Mian with hostility, as if he suspected that Bai Mian was cursing his boss. After all, Qi Zian had just become famous, and logically speaking, he still had a long way to go in his career.
"Is he going to flip over?" the assistant asked in a low voice.
Bai Mian glanced at the time: "In six hours, someone will throw sulfuric acid on him and disfigure him forever."
The assistant took a deep breath and pulled out his cell phone to check the time. Six hours later, Qi Zian's performance would start. Qi Zian became famous through comedy. In order to make money, he started a nationwide tour, leading his team to perform comedy in every province. He happened to be in Qingshui Town today, so he wanted to come to Bai Mian for a fortune-telling before the performance started, but he didn't expect to get this result.
The assistant was also involved in the fan circle, so he certainly knew how crazy the fan circle was. It was not uncommon for people to be thrown things at. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked Bai Mian, "Master, is there any way to avoid this disaster?"
Although Bai Mian was reluctant to help this arrogant male star, for the sake of public safety, she still offered a solution: "Of course there is a solution, that is to ask your boss to cancel tonight's activities and leave Qingshui Town as soon as possible."
"If we cancel tonight's performance, we'll have to refund the ticket money. There are hundreds of people in the venue and the tickets have been sold out long ago. If we cancel it now at such a last-minute opportunity, we'll definitely be scolded and become a hot topic on the Internet..." The young assistant hesitated and unknowingly revealed his boss's information.
The barrage of comments suddenly became lively. Considering the time and location of the performance, everyone quickly guessed that the mysterious client who came for fortune-telling was the male star Qi Zian.
[It’s actually him?] I like him very much recently and I am planning to go see his performance.]
[Tsk tsk tsk, this is a breach of reputation, he acted like a big shot in public and even let his assistant threaten the master. Humph, didn’t he watch the live broadcast? Our Master Bai also has fans! 】
[Oh my god, I thought he was someone with a background, but he turned out to be just a comedy star. He really thinks he is a dish. He is so proud of himself.]
[It’s not like that, please don’t scold me first, there must be some misunderstanding. I watched Qi Zian all the way on the variety show. He is very talented, sincere and hardworking, and has created many interesting scripts. I believe that this person is not him! 】
The young assistant lowered his head and thought for a while, then stood up and walked back to the car and reported the situation to Qi Zian in the back seat. It was unknown what Qi Zian said, but the driver turned the car around and drove away, and they ended this story like this.
"That's it?" Xia Mang couldn't help but stand up for Bai Mian. "Not paying is fine, but he didn't even say thank you. Is this the quality of a big star? Master, you have such a good temper that you even tell fortunes for such a person. If it were me, I would ignore him!"
Bai Mian explained: "I am not just doing this for him. If the murderer really went to the scene and poured sulfuric acid, it would definitely harm many innocent people."
"But do you think he will listen to your advice?" Xia Mang pouted. "I think his attitude is terrible!"
Bai Mian lowered his head and picked up the phone: "Of course he won't, so I still have to take other measures."
While Bai Mian was sending a message, the third client of the day arrived. It was a woman holding a little boy in her hand. As soon as she entered the door, the woman began to apologize to Bai Mian in every possible way:
"Oh, Master, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. I really had no choice. I had planned to come here as soon as I had lunch today, but my child just wouldn't come. He kept saying that he felt uncomfortable, and I was so worried. So I coaxed him for a long time, even coaxing and tricking him into coming here."
As she spoke, the woman pulled the little boy in front of Bai Mian. The boy was probably in elementary school. He was chubby, with a pair of big round and bright eyes, and a big mask on his face. He looked at Bai Mian with resistance in his eyes.
"Are you here to consult about your child?" Bai Mian asked gently.
The woman nodded. "Yes, my name is Duan Yuying, and this is my son Congcong. Our family story is long. We were originally a happy family of three, but when the child was two years old, we took him to the mall to play. An accident happened in the mall and a fire broke out. I was close to the door and ran away holding the child, but the child's father could not escape and died in the fire."
The woman lifted her sleeves and said, "The fire burned my right arm and Congcong's face, causing a large pink scar on the lower half of his face. He can only go out wearing a mask. After the fire, the mall paid us a lot of money, enough for Congcong and me to pay for medical treatment. I raised Congcong by myself."
"The problem started last semester. He should have been in the fourth grade, but he was always sick, coughing and having headaches. He asked for leave from school every few days. The teacher told me that our child had missed too many courses. If he continued to be like this after school started, he would have to repeat the grade. I took him to the hospital for several physical examinations, but the results were all normal. The doctor said he couldn't find out what was wrong with him. I wondered if this child was possessed by something dirty?"
"Just at this time, I came across your live broadcast room, Master. I think your divination is quite effective and your fees are very reasonable, so I bring my children to queue up every day. I have been queuing for a week. Thank God, I finally got the chance."
Seeing that the woman was speaking sincerely, Bai Mian did not ask any more questions and directly reached out his hand to the child behind her. However, Congcong's eyes became more evasive. He shrank back and refused to let Bai Mian take his pulse.
Just when the atmosphere was awkward, Weng Xuhua stepped forward to relieve the situation. He smiled and held Congcong on his lap, then said to Congcong, "Let grandpa take your pulse, okay?"
Perhaps because of Weng Xuhua's friendliness, Congcong suddenly wasn't so scared anymore. Weng Xuhua felt his pulse and said kindly, "Tell grandpa, where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Congcong opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping himself. He looked at Duan Yuying, who encouraged him, "Don't be afraid. Just speak up if you have anything to say. This grandfather is an old doctor and will definitely be able to cure you."
So Congcong said, "I have a headache, my throat hurts, my legs are weak, and I always feel like I can't breathe..."
Congcong described a lot of symptoms, which made Weng Xuhua frown. If so many symptoms appeared in the same person, then this person must have a disordered pulse. But at this moment, Weng Xuhua took Congcong's pulse and felt that his pulse was strong and the rhythm was normal. He was a completely healthy child.
After a long silence, Weng Xuhua let go of Congcong and told Duan Yuying truthfully: "According to the pulse, the child is fine."
Duan Yuying had heard this sentence countless times before. She didn't find it strange, but she still insisted on her own idea: "It's impossible. If the child is fine, why would he have pain here and there all day long? There must be some hidden disease that you haven't diagnosed, or the child is entangled by something dirty. Master Bai, please tell me!"
Duan Yuying looked at Bai Mian expectantly. Bai Mian took advantage of Congcong's inattention, grabbed his wrist, and quickly felt his pulse. After that, Bai Mian said to Duan Yuying, "My master is right. Congcong is indeed not sick. He is very healthy."
Duan Yuying was stunned: "Then why does he always feel uncomfortable?"
Bai Mian: "That's his excuse for not wanting to go to school. Because he was burned, you always feel extra sorry for him. Whenever he says he's sick, you'll ask for leave so he doesn't have to go to school."
After hearing this, Duan Yuying was furious. She raised her arm and prepared to hit Lele on the spot: "So you were pretending to be sick! You are so successful now that you even dare to lie to your mother. Look at other people's children. How come you can't go? I worked hard to send you to school, but you tried every way to skip school. I was wrong. I spoiled you too much and made you like this. Today I will discipline you!"
Seeing that Duan Yuying was about to slap Congcong in the face, Bai Mian stopped Duan Yuying's hand: "Wait, why don't you ask the child why he doesn't want to go to school?"
Duan Yuying said assumingly, "Humph, what other reasons could there be? He's just lazy! He just wants to play with his phone at home! I usually ask for sick leave for him, and I always see him lying on the bed playing with his phone. I really regret it. I shouldn't have bought him that phone. It's the phone that ruined my child!"
Bai Mian said seriously: "Don't be prejudiced, listen to what the child says first."
Congcong was coaxed by Baimian and finally let down his guard. He looked at his mother, trying to hold back his tears but still couldn't hold them back, and burst into tears:
"They call me a rifter!"
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