Chapter 441: Reverse Deduction
At seven o'clock in the evening, Siyu brought in someone.
He nodded at me and said, "Hello, Master."
Siyu made tea for us, poured a cup for each of us, and closed the door when she left.
We were the only two people in the room. I pulled a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and handed him one. He glanced at it and asked, "Did you know I smoke?"
"I know. You're a heavy smoker."
"How do you know that?"
"Between your brows."
"Do smokers have a characteristic feature between their eyebrows?"
"No. But you can tell at a glance that someone is depressed. Your forehead is dark, your brows are often furrowed, and you have obvious "川" (river) lines. Even a Chinese doctor, let alone a fortune teller, can tell at a glance that you are depressed, with Qi stagnating in your liver and a sense of restlessness."
He smiled bitterly.
I said, "Don't tell me your horoscope, let's just chat. There's no one else here, just tell me what you have to say, and don't hide anything from me."
Besides, you can't hide it from me. If you tell one lie, you have to cover it up with ten lies. Be straightforward."
He smiled bitterly again, then said, "I'd better tell you my fortune."
I decided to try the "reverse divination" method that Mr. Dong taught me, so I said, "No need. Just tell me the truth. After we finish talking, I will write down your birth date and time for you."
"Ah, so powerful?"
"Whether it's amazing or not depends on your approval."
He was still a little hesitant.
I said, "Then I'll just point it out to you directly."
He stared at me closely, waiting for my first sentence.
"In your heart, this is your last trip. Of course, it's not really a trip, it's a search for one last chance. What if you run into a good friend or a master who can enlighten you? Then..."
I won’t say any more here.
He asked hurriedly: "So what?"
"Then continue to live. If this last chance to relax still disappoints you, choose to end your life in a foreign land."
He was completely stunned, staring at me blankly.
Suddenly, he covered his eyes with his hands and sobbed continuously, which gradually turned into loud crying.
"You can cry as much as you want. The tissues are on the coffee table. I won't come in until you want to talk." After that, I walked out of the room.
Trying to comfort someone as soon as they cry is foolish. Why do people cry? Because they have too much emotional toxins inside, and crying allows them to release them.
I was outside smoking, and when the noise inside died down, I went in. He was much calmer.
I said, "I'm not an expert, but I can help you solve your problems. Tell me what it is."
He wiped his eyes with a tissue and began to tell me about his life. I took a piece of paper and wrote down the main points.
He talked about his past: when he was young, he loved music. Ballroom dancing had just become popular at that time, so he and several friends opened a dance hall.
Not only can he play all kinds of instruments, he also has a great voice. He's the lead singer on a small stage. He's tall, handsome, and stylishly dressed. While others make a little over a hundred yuan a month, he can earn over a hundred yuan a day.
In that small town, he was a well-known figure. With money and a bold mind, he headed south to Guangzhou. This time, he wasn't opening a karaoke bar, but performing in a karaoke bar.
You could earn hundreds of dollars a night. It was a step up from what you could get back home. In Guangzhou, a new term emerged: "rich woman."
The first generation of wealthy women are not those who made money by running businesses, nor are they the second generation of wealthy women. They are pure parasites. They have money and are generous with song orders.
He lived a life of luxury and happiness until he turned 30. As his age grew, his fellow musicians switched careers. He also returned to his small town and started speculating in stocks with his friends.
He had gains and losses, but generally maintained a balance until the bull market of 2015, when he followed the right person. The person asked him to borrow money, raise funds, and increase leverage, and then invest his entire life and property in a single stock.
The stock started at 24 yuan and rose to over 120 yuan. Someone who was speculating at the same time expected it to reach 180 yuan. But a skilled trader told him to sell it in time.
He and the successful people made a fortune, while other people who dreamed of making a fortune suffered huge losses. Some jumped off buildings and some got divorced.
Later, the stock market continued to be sluggish, so he contracted a hotel. When he ran out of money, he borrowed from friends. Because they had made a fortune investing in the stock market by borrowing money from them before, their friends lent him money and regarded him as the God of Wealth.
Things haven't been going well for the hotel since it opened. First, a customer died in the hotel's bathing center, and the family of the customer went to court for a whole year, losing both the money and the lawsuit. Then business started to slow.
It didn't matter that he was indifferent. A fire broke out in the annex building again. Although it was put out in time and did not affect the main building, these two incidents burned away his credibility and prospects in the hearts of his friends.
Debt collectors came to his house one after another. He had invested all his earnings in the hotel and had no money to pay back his debts. His friends fell out with him. Some came to smash his things, some threatened to kidnap him, and some said they would sever his tendons if he didn't pay up.
So he had to hide everywhere. His son was away at work and couldn't come home, so his wife had to hide back at her parents' house. Debt collectors would come after his wife and son. Now he was a broken family, a mess.
Having said this, he sighed deeply and said:
"I'm desperate. I only have one friend left in the world. We used to be in the music industry together and we were close friends. He's in Dali. I came here without telling him, just to see him one last time."
I added more tea to his glass and deliberately raised the teapot, splashing a few drops of tea onto his sleeves. He immediately took a tissue and wiped his sleeves.
I said, "After listening to your description, I can basically infer your horoscope."
He looked at me blankly.
"Don't go into politics if you don't have an official position, don't go into business if you don't have wealth. If the day pillar and the month pillar clash, the time will always be like an ox plowing the fields. There's no need to calculate the year and the zodiac sign; just glance at it and you'll know."
Then I calculated his year, month, day and time, wrote them down on a piece of paper, and said, "Take a look."
He took it and looked at it, then looked up at me. That's what a fool is, that's what he was like, eyes glazed over, mouth half-open, soul wandering in a dream.
His thoughts froze for about two or three minutes before he managed to utter a single sentence: "Could I really meet a master? Could there really be help?"
I said, "You can be saved because you don't want to die."
He blinked several times and then said, "I do want to die."
I sneered, "If you want to die, you won't wipe the tea spilled on your sleeve. If you've made up your mind to die, will you care if a little tea spilled on your sleeve?
Life is worthless, so how can clothes be valuable? Besides, they're not burned or torn. Not only do you not want to die, you also want to return to the days when you used to wear fancy clothes. Don't lie to me."
He remained silent.
I said, "Besides, I can tell you haven't been telling me the whole truth. If you want me to help you, you have to tell me everything."
He hesitated to speak.
"Let me enlighten you. I haven't seen your hands, but I know there are four lines on the side of your left hand. They represent a life of debauchery, a womanizer, and debtors and wives. Tell me everything so I can give you a plan."
He suddenly left the table, prostrated himself, and then stood up and said, "Master, I will tell you everything."
"Okay, go ahead—"
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