Chapter 213 Shanghai Trip 2: The Female Boss in the Ancient Town
We went to Wuyuan and Longhushan along the way.
Wuyuan is the hometown of rapeseed flowers, while Longhushan is a Taoist resort.
Although Lao Tzu is said to be the founder of Taoism, the historical figure who actually founded Taoism was Zhang Daoling of the Eastern Han Dynasty, commonly known as Zhang Tianshi.
Stay in Shangqing Ancient Town that night.
I invited Lao Xiao to go for a walk outside.
I said, "After all, this is an important birthplace of Taoist culture, and we can also feel the Taoist atmosphere here."
Lao Xiao was looking at souvenirs, and after looking around, he sighed: "The whole country is like a chessboard, there is nothing particularly different.
I took a fancy to an exquisitely carved bamboo pen holder. The owner offered 80 yuan for it, but I offered 40 yuan. He shook his head, so we had no choice but to leave.
After walking a few steps, the boss called out, "Hey, I'll sell it to you at a loss." I turned back and bought it.
Lao Xiao laughed at me in Wu dialect: "Stupid pig."
I smiled and said, "Since I'm here, I have to make some contribution to Jiangxi."
Suddenly, a seventy-year-old woman came up to me in the local dialect of Wuxiang and asked, "Are you from Wuxiang?"
Lao Xiao nodded.
The old woman then explained that she was from Wuxiang and had moved to Jiangxi because she had no food to eat. She jokingly said, "I came here to escape famine." She also said that the pen holder I bought was stolen. It was worth at most 20 yuan.
I didn't care about the money, but I felt I had found a reliable fellow villager, a local. So I asked, "Is there anyone on this street who's good at fortune-telling?"
"There's one in the little hotel up ahead, but he's not from here. He's been living here for a long time, and everyone says he's pretty good at fortune-telling."
Lao Xiao and I looked at each other and I said, "I'll give you 20 yuan. Can you help us lead the way?"
She shook her head. "No money, we're from the same hometown. I was just heading over there."
"That's great." I clapped my hands.
The old woman took us for a walk and pointed to a small hotel and said, "Go in and ask."
The old woman didn't understand. This was not a small hotel, but a high-end B&B. There was a small courtyard inside.
The front desk was clean. A woman in her twenties stood behind the bar and asked, "Would you two like to stay overnight?"
I laughed and said, "Is there a fortune teller living here?"
She nodded and said, "There is one, but he's very busy. Three people just went in. Why don't you go to the small hall on the second floor and rest for a while."
I nodded.
She led us up a spiral staircase to the second floor. To the east, there was a horizontal corridor. On the left was a small hallway. In the middle was a calligraphy and painting table, with the four treasures of the study on it. To the west, there were several high-backed wooden chairs, with a small coffee table in the middle.
"Come sit here."
After that, she went to bring two more cups of tea.
I said, "Since you're so enthusiastic, how about splitting the profits with the fortune teller?"
She smiled sweetly: "Everyone who comes here is a guest, whether they are here to have their fortune told or just to take a look. If they didn't become our guests this time, they might stay here next time."
"This open little hall even has a calligraphy and painting table. Does your boss love calligraphy and painting?"
The owner is a bit elegant, but the guests are all kinds of people. Some of them even left us a lot of calligraphy. Some of them are national members.
I pointed at her and said with a smile, "You are the boss."
Old Xiao looked at the woman and then at me.
She nodded generously, then asked, "How do you know?"
Lao Xiao said, "He is also a fortune teller."
"No way? Such a young and handsome guy must be a traveler or a journalist."
Lao Xiao said, "You guessed it right this time. He is a photojournalist, a young photographer, and I am an old photographer."
What color is the woman's hair? I don't dye my hair, so I can't describe it. Purple? Maybe. Anyway, it looks very fashionable and full of youthful vibes.
When she smiled, she showed a row of small, neatly arranged teeth, a small mouth, thin lips, and narrow eyes. At first glance, I could give her a 90.
She is the kind of person who doesn't look really angry even when she is very angry.
When she smiles, her long, thin eyeliner is very charming, as if she wants to melt you into it. When she speaks, she winks at you from time to time, as if she is flirting with you.
This is a good deal.
"Are you really a photographer? We can take some pictures for free. It's like free advertising. However, I don't think you look like photographers."
"Why?"
"I can't tell, it's just a feeling. By the way, handsome guy, how did you know I was the boss lady?"
I closed my eyes, counted down my fingers, and pretended to be fortune-telling.
She burst out laughing and quickly covered her mouth.
"First of all, if you were a waiter, you could at most tell us which room the fortune teller was in. But you took us straight to the second floor to rest.
Secondly, if you are a waiter, you have to be on duty and it is impossible for you to chat with us.
And thirdly, you stood there with your arms folded, and you didn't even look at the real waiters walking up and down the hallway.
Fourthly, if you work as a waiter, the boss lady will fire you even though you can attract a lot of customers for her because she has to protect her marriage first.
She doubled over with laughter, then went to get the water bottle to refill our tea. After doing all this, she came again, still with her arms folded, leaning against the desk, and said:
"You might really be a fortune teller, but it doesn't seem like it. But you must be an expert at picking up girls."
Lao Xiao said: "Then your judgment of people is really not accurate. He is not even a novice. He is 28 or 29 years old and still hasn't found a girl."
"You two are both veterans, you are both singing the same tune."
Lao Xiao said: "Do you have a sister? Introduce her to him. He likes your style."
"Forget it, don't abandon us Jiangxi girls. Jiangxi girls are all hardworking and simple. People like you who can talk and come back easily might even be sold out by you."
I said, "You're right about our profession. We specialize in this."
She held her stomach and laughed.
Lao Xiao said, "Are these three going to spend the night at the fortune teller's place?"
The woman said, "I'll go and take a look." After that, she walked away with her beautiful waist twisted.
I said, "Old Xiao, this woman will become rich in the future."
"How do you know that?"
"He has a natural smile, with the corners of his mouth pointing upwards, and he looks charming. He appears silly, but in his heart he is smarter than the rest of us."
"Be more specific."
"How should I put it specifically? Let me summarize it this way: Jihe knows how to deal with men, but men can't take advantage of her at all.
Let me put it this way. Men are like donkeys. They are the piece of meat hanging in front of the millstone. The donkey can't bite it, but it is willing to pull the millstone for her, round and round, three times..."
Lao Xiao laughed heartily. After he finished laughing, he said, "Your metaphor is very vivid."
At this time, the woman came out and three men also came out.
She waved to us in the corridor.
I whispered to Lao Xiao, “Wait a minute, try not to speak. I’ll test his skills. If I want you to speak, I’ll touch your ears.
After walking down a corridor, she led us inside and said, "Mr. Dong, these two people have been waiting for you for almost an hour."
I looked at Mr. Dong, who looked exactly like those mysterious fortune tellers in movies and TV dramas.
His head was completely bald, without any hair, but he had a thick beard, and only his lips were visible.
Two sparse eyebrows, some of which are particularly long.
He sat in a large chair, minding his own business, smoking a cigarette with his head down.
He looked a little dull, but also seemed to be enjoying the smell of cigarettes.
The woman smiled at us, turned around and left, closing the door. The sound of her high heels tapping on the wooden corridor came from outside the door, which was quite erotic.
Mr. Dong put his cigarette into a glass container, looked up at us and smiled.
"What word do you want to test?"
His voice was low and long, as if it came from far away.
"Sir, you only test words?" I also smiled slightly and looked at him.
"Yes, one word, representing everything."
"Oh, then let's test the word 'see', which means meeting."
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