Chapter 10: Narrow face and big nose, walk around him
A man came in from outside and smiled at me: "Hello, Master Wan."
I looked at him with a smile, nodded, and held out my hand, saying, "Sit down."
The man sat down and I began to look at him. He was about thirty years old and had a hanging needle pattern on his forehead.
The so-called hanging needle line is a vertical line in the middle of the forehead, hanging in the middle like a needle.
There is only one situation in which you frown often: either you like to think, or your life is not going as you wish and you are living a miserable life.
The man sat down and said, "Master, if the prediction is not accurate, you don't have to pay, right?"
I smiled and said, "There is no end to the money in the world. Come spring, make tea for the guests."
He said, "I heard you are very powerful. Tell me your fortune."
I touched my chin and said, "No need to calculate, I can tell you something by looking at your face."
"Then please tell me about my face."
"I don't want your money, but I'll give you this: You've never made a mistake. Everything is someone else's fault. Because you know everything from astronomy to geography, no one else's knowledge is as good as yours."
He sneered: "A kindred spirit, a rare kindred spirit."
I said, "It's over, sir, you can go now."
He said, "The master is so high-level? Isn't one sentence worth ten thousand words?"
I smiled slightly but didn't answer him.
The man said, "Can you help me calculate when I will die?"
I shook my head: "Not really, I don't have that ability."
"I heard you have some skills, so I came to meet you. However, with your skills, you are not even worthy of carrying my shoes."
Hearing this, Chunlai couldn't stand it anymore and said, "We haven't offended you."
I said, "Sir, why do you say that? First, I don't know you and have no grudge against you. Second, if we were in the same business, I wouldn't be trying to steal your business.
As for carrying your shoes, I'm certainly not qualified. I've never mastered this craft, and I've never even carried shoes for my master."
"Hmph, that's the level." He brushed his clothes and left.
I said, "Sir, please walk slowly. You seem to have trouble walking."
He stopped and turned back to me: "You are blind and your legs are not convenient."
"No, my eyesight is very good." Then she sprinkled some fixing powder on him.
His legs and feet suddenly went limp.
I went up to support him and shouted, "Chunlai, quickly move a chair over here."
Chunlai stuffed the chair under his butt, and then I let go and let him fall down on it.
He stared at me fiercely.
I smiled and said, "This chair misses you. I want you to sit here for five minutes. I'll knock on it for you. Maybe you can stand up."
I returned to the coffee table, closed my eyes slightly and said nothing.
He sat there, unable to move.
After making him sit on the bench for five minutes, I walked over and hit his knee hard. He instinctively cried out "Ouch".
I threw my head back and laughed, "Sir, you can go home now."
He looked back at me again.
I said, "Hello, I won't see you off. I don't know how to carry your shoes, but you're not walking steadily. I'll help you fix it next time."
After the man left, Chunlai laughed and said, "Master, this is what you used..."
He originally wanted to say that my fixative powder was made from something with the four characters "so and so". Suddenly, he realized he had slipped up and immediately stopped talking, changing his words:
"Master, is he also a fortune teller?"
"He knows a little bit about it. He's in this business and should live nearby. But he's already obsessed and a psychopath."
"Neuropathy?"
"Yes, I knew he had a mental problem the first time I saw him."
"How did you tell that?"
"I originally wanted to teach you step by step, one thing at a time. Now that we've met, I'll teach you."
Chunlai poured me a cup of tea and took out his notebook.
I said, "Bring me some paper and pen." Then I drew a head on the paper and pointed at it and said:
"This is called a narrow, flat face, a large, prominent nose, and an overbearing look."
"Oh, no wonder you say he is—you are never wrong, it's always others who are wrong."
"This type of face has a long, narrow face and a large nose. It gives the visual impression of a Danxia landform, where a mountain peak rises from the flat ground. Ancient books describe this face as 'a solitary peak standing alone.'"
When you see this kind of person, you stay away from them. This is a person with poor interpersonal relationships, a self-centered person, and a person who is extremely self-centered. It is unfortunate for anyone to work with him."
"Oh—" Chunlai took a breath. He wanted to touch his head, but just halfway down, he put his hand down and said, "I remember, there was one in our village too. Everyone was afraid of him. He quarreled with everyone. Anyone who saw him would avoid him."
I nodded and asked, "Are you good at speaking?"
Chun said, "Yes."
"I'm pestering you for such a small matter."
"Yes. A grown man is just like a woman. If you offend him, he'll clap his hands and curse his mother every day."
I laughed and said, "They even killed other people's vegetable seedlings and poisoned their chickens and ducks, and you couldn't find any evidence."
Chunlai sighed, "That's exactly right. The villagers hoped he would die soon, but he refused to die. Now he's over seventy and still very energetic."
I took another sip of tea and asked, "Why should I treat him?"
Chunlai asked: "Why?"
"This kind of person needs to be conquered the first time. Otherwise, he will keep pressing on until you can't breathe.
I can only say that you Murakami people are too weak. If there is a tough guy, you should beat him to death the first time, beat him half to death, and he will not be so stubborn.
This kind of person bullies the weak and fears the strong, and is strong on the outside but weak on the inside."
Chun said, "So that's how it is. The people in the village are afraid that he will keep pestering them, so no one dares to hit him. Besides, he can write a complaint. They're afraid that if they hit him, he won't win the case in court and will be locked up."
I said, "I'll treat him today, and he won't dare to come here again."
In the afternoon, a man came to ask for a Chinese character prediction. He said he wanted to guess the character "程".
He was about to say what aspect he was testing, but I immediately waved my hand and signaled him not to speak.
He looked at me.
I said, "There are two possibilities. First, you have some knowledge of physiognomy and fortune-telling. Second, someone in your family or relatives knows how to read faces or tell fortunes."
He smiled and said, "I like this. Besides, some of my relatives do understand it. But they don't know how to tell fortunes."
After a while, he suddenly asked, "Hey, Mr. Wan, how did you know that any of my relatives is engaged in this profession?"
I said, "The original meaning of the word 'Cheng' is a wizard from ancient times. Its most primitive form depicts a person kneeling on a platform, praying to the God of Grain for a good harvest. So, what you're asking about is your future."
He nearly slid off the chair.
I said, "There's a principle in fortune-telling: don't predict things that are too far in the future. The future is a big topic. In other words, this topic isn't a specific thing.
However, I must say that your future is entirely in your own hands. The character "程" (Cheng) has a "禾" (He) radical in both its oracle bone script and simplified Chinese.
The so-called "禾" (grain) refers to food. It requires constant cultivation. I hope you will be diligent and avoid speculating in stocks, futures, and other related ventures.
Spring sows, autumn reaps; you reap what you sow. Being down-to-earth is your path to success. Think more about the industries related to [禾].
The visitor nodded, paid and left.
After a busy day, I said to Chun: "Take a rest. I will tell you about the moles on your body tonight."
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