Ye Fei drove and turned on the navigation system, looking for the incense shop in Shangjing City.
He had always felt that he was extremely familiar with Shangjing City, and there was nothing he could not find in this area.
But now he knows that there are some places that no one asks to go to, and he will never find them in his life.
Ye Fei inquired about a better incense shop.
The store is in an alley in the old city.
Ye Fei parked his car in the paid parking lot outside the alley.
Then the three of them walked to the incense shop.
The store probably opened not long ago, and the boss is still cleaning.
He took one look at the three people's clothes, immediately put on a smile and asked, "Three guests, what do you need?"
"I want to buy talisman paper." Mo Qian went straight into the shop.
After all, it is a big city, and this incense shop has too many things. There is even a shelf of sandalwood. Some are for the God of Wealth, some for the Moon Elder, and some for the Bodhisattva. There are exclusive incense for every god and Buddha.
It’s the ancestors who don’t have her Taoism.
I guess the Patriarch didn't have much fame in heaven.
Thinking of this, Mo Qian felt sorry for her seventeenth-generation ancestor who was in poverty, and immediately carried several bundles of the thickest sandalwood to the counter.
There are too many categories here, and even the talisman papers are all colorful, which coincides with Mo Qian's preference, so he immediately took a stack of each color.
Then she chose cinnabar, realgar, a writing brush, and some small items.
A lot of bits and pieces.
The owner of the incense shop looked at this pile of things and smiled from ear to ear.
He was indeed right, these guys were indeed not short of money.
He took out two big red plastic bags and helped Mo Qian pack them. While filling them in, he pressed the calculator.
"188*6+99*8+79*...=5888" came a long list of numbers from the calculator in a robotic female voice.
Mo Qian's hand picking something up paused.
She turned to look at the boss, "How much does it say?"
"Five thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight! I'll add a zero to you and count it as five thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight!" The boss narrowed his eyes.
Mo Qian lowered his head, opened his satchel, and took out a stack of banknotes from the small compartment inside.
It's dilapidated and old, with only a small floor and three red tickets.
She counted and found a total of five hundred and eight...
When the boss saw it, he looked embarrassed and said, "Little girl, this money is not enough to buy something. Otherwise... you can ask someone to borrow some..."
The boss's eyes drifted to Qiao He who was standing behind her.
After all, the boss has been in business for thirty years. I dare not say anything else, but he is very accurate in judging people.
Just by looking at Qiao He, one can tell that this man is definitely not a poor man.
But Mo Qian immediately refused, "No, you can't just take people's money."
Holding the money in her hand, she thought awkwardly for a moment, then raised her head and stared at the boss.
The boss was a little frightened when she saw him, "Why are you looking at me?"
"I'll give you a fortune telling to pay off your debt. I'm very good at fortune telling." Mrs. Mo Qian sold melons.
It's a pity that the boss looks disgusted.
He sneered, "Little girl, there are so many Taoist priests and monks who come to my place, and they all tell me fortunes and get things, so I can't do business!"
"I'm different from them. I can help you relieve your worries." Mo Qian said, her right thumb walked around her hand, she pinched her fingers and said calmly, "Your worries are with your son."
When the boss heard this, he immediately grimaced.
He began to pack away the goods on the counter, "People in this alley are either worried about their sons or their daughters. Who doesn't worry about their children the most?"
This Taoist priest doesn't even know how to deceive people!
Mo Qian quickly pressed down the incense on the counter with both hands to prevent the boss from moving, "Let's discuss it, I will help you solve your worries, and you can give these things to me. Anyway, you spent a lot of money on your son, so it's not bad This little incense money."
Qiao He wanted to watch the fuss from behind.
Hearing this little girl bargaining with the boss, she almost laughed out loud.
I didn't expect that this idiot was not too stupid.
Discussions there continue.
The boss looked at Mo Qian sideways, "Then tell me, what can you do?"
His sorrow was indeed all about the child.
As the old saying goes: When you are sick, seek medical advice immediately.
The boss said that if he could improve his children's grades, he would not let go of the opportunity.
Mo Qian pressed her hands on the incense she chose, not letting the boss move, "What worries you most is your son's academic problems. I will help you solve this problem. Can you give me these things?"
When the boss heard that there was a way to help his son get into college, he immediately became excited and said, "Okay, if you can solve it, I'll give it to you!"
At this moment, he was like the old man and old lady in the physical therapy center who had been deceived time and time again, but still rushed in bravely.
Mo Qian nodded calmly.
Then the topic changed and he asked another unrelated question, "How much did you spend on your son's education?"
Mo Qian can calculate, but cannot calculate specific numbers.
She wanted to draw a standard for measuring what she counted in her mind as "a lot, a lot".
When the boss recalled this incident, he looked ten years older. He sighed faintly, "Oh, all the money I spent running the incense shop for so many years was thrown into him. The savings of thirty years are almost five hundred years old." Six million! I want him to go to college, why is it so difficult!"
The boss's son spent a lot of money to study in high school, and now he has failed the college entrance examination twice.
I didn’t pass the exam last year and I haven’t passed the exam today.
The family runs an incense shop, which is passed down from generation to generation. This is not because they want their son to be successful and study.
But what’s wrong is that I can’t read it!
The boss didn't know what to do. He would sigh every day when he came home and looked at his son.
Mo Qian looked calm, "It's actually not difficult, you just need to follow what I say."
Boss, "Then please tell me."
This time, Mo Qian stopped pretending and said bluntly, "Not only will your son fail to pass the exam this year, but he will also fail to pass the exam next year and the year after that. Your ancestral graves are not material for studying. If you give up on this matter, your worries will be gone." .”
"..."
After she finished speaking, the store fell silent.
Qiao He stopped talking and sighed.
I admire her in my heart, it’s her...
The shop owner was dumbfounded.
I have never seen such a liar in my life who solves people's problems!
It took him a while to come back to his senses, and he swept around, finally saw the feather duster in the corner, and rushed over to grab it.
He angrily rushed towards Mo Qian with a feather duster, "Get out of here! You're not welcome in my store! Don't come here again. If you do, I'll whip you!"
The boss was furious, with smoke coming from his forehead.
Qiao He quickly pulled Mo Qian behind him.
Of course, the boss is just someone who scares people with a feather duster. How can he dare to hit someone? If he hits someone, he will have to pay tens of thousands in compensation.
He held up the feather duster, angry and angry, but had no place to vent his anger.
Finally, unable to swallow the breath, he threw down the feather duster and started crying.
"You guys should leave quickly. My family won't do your business. It's too bullying! Wuwuwuwu——"
The boss cried with snot and tears, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Mo Qian stood behind Qiao He, stuck his head out, and wanted to speak.
Qiao He covered his mouth.
He lowered his voice and said in Mo Qian's ear, "Take a rest first, the boss needs to recover his blood."
Mo Qian looked at the boss speechlessly.
How come no one believes me when I tell the truth...
Wouldn't it be sad if his son kept taking exams and still couldn't go to college until he was 70 or 80 years old?
Qiao He let go of Mo Qian, walked to his boss, and patted him on the shoulder.
"Boss, this is fortune telling. You may believe it or not. Don't forget it in your heart. I will transfer ten thousand to you, and you can fill us with some sandalwood as you please. Business must still be done, so don't get stuck with money."
When the boss heard this, he sniffed sharply.
No more chasing people away.
He stood up and returned to the counter, stumbling to pack them.
It was installed in a short time.
After all, you are a business person, and if you hold your breath, you can only hold your money breath.
Qiao He winked at Ye Fei.
Ye Fei rolled his eyes at Mo Qian in disgust and reluctantly went to pay the bill.
They bought their things and prepared to leave the incense shop.
Mo Qian suddenly turned around and said something to his boss.
"You're not good at studying, but you're good at making money. Isn't it good to ask your son to do business with you to make money?"
