After leaving the City God Temple, Liu Wenyang went straight to his father's fortune telling stall.

In the middle of winter, Dad Liu shrank his neck and squinted his eyes, laying on the table and was napping. Yi Feiyang had to admire his father's ability to resist cold so that he could fall asleep even if he could?

Hearing his son's footsteps, Liu Da rubbed his eyes and said hurriedly: "There's no one, I'll take a sniff for a while."

"What is your relationship with that iron mouth?" Liu Wenyang swept the thin snow on the table with his hands.

"He used to be a colleague, but now he has become famous, so we can't afford to climb."

“That’s all?”

"That's all! By the way, why are you asking?"

"It's nothing, just ask." Liu Wenyang was perfunctory, "Okay, the customer is here, hurry up and pick up the customer!"

"What, pick up customers?" Liu Da glanced at a rich woman wearing a silk shirt and embroidered jacket walking not far away, "Your father, I am a serious person, and I will never do a business like ** picking up customers!"

As we all know, the most enthusiastic thing for women to welcome guests is that they will show off their sleeves from afar, "Come on, uncle, play for a while!" Many people who didn't want to go in were recruited. But in Liu Da's opinion, that was very low-key and humble, and it was not done by a gentleman!

Liu Wenyang didn't expect his father to be so old-fashioned, so he had to sigh and said, "If you don't do it, there will be no chance."

Sure enough, the woman passed by the fortune telling stall and didn't even look at it. She went up the steps and went to the temple to worship the gods.

Just forget it, but gradually there were more pilgrims, and people all walked past the fortune telling stall. Liu Da just couldn't bear to pick up the customers, let alone shouting. Of course, those people passed by like flowing water.

Now Liu Wenyang has figured out why his father's business is so bad.

In Liu Da’s opinion, if he set up a stall to tell fortunes, it was Jiang Taigong’s fishing wisher who took the bait. There was no need to be shameless to attract customers, such as, “Come on, let’s do some fortunes!” “Come on, I’ll help you to approve the eight characters!”

But in Liu Wenyang's view, this is not in line with the principles of economics.

When it comes to doing business, the most important part is "promotion"! As the saying goes, wine is afraid of deep alleys, not to mention that your "wine" is not that fragrant.

It was almost noon, and before the Chinese New Year, people wanted to pray for the City God's blessing, so there were so many pilgrims. However, there was no business in front of the Liu family's father and son's stall. If you have to describe it, it would be a waste of money.

In contrast, Zhang Tiezui's business in the City God Temple is extremely prosperous because many people come out of it and discuss how they tell fortunes in it.

"Zhang Shenxian said I will definitely have a son this year. It seems that our Li family has a descendant!" said a middle-aged rich man.

"Zhang Shenxian criticized me for winning the provincial examination this year!" said a white-faced scholar.

"Zhang Shenxian..."

"Zhang Shenxian..."

These people walked past Liu Da’s fortune telling stall one by one, and the words of praise couldn’t help but spread into Liu Da’s ears.

"Hmph, who can't say good-mouthed people! What a wise man, it's just like me, and it's all up to your mouth!" Liu Da couldn't help but complain.

After hearing my father nagging like this, Liu Wenyang didn't think so, because he consciously looked at the faces of several praises just now. Through his "fire eyes and golden eyes", it was exactly the same as Zhang Tiezui's criticism. In other words, that is, Zhang Tiezui was not talking nonsense, but really knew how to observe the appearance and his skills were not bad.

More than half an hour passed. The fortune telling stall became increasingly deserted. Those passers-by seemed to be disdainful to look at this side. Yes, although the three cents were not much, many people would rather spend ten cents to find the "Shenju" Zhang Tiezui than find this famous charlatan who is full of nonsense.

Looking at Zhang Tiezui in the City God Temple, there was a Taoist boy serving him, biting the teapot and drinking small tea. The guests lined up in a small group, waiting for him to approve his life.

"How is the fortune telling stall named Liu?" Occasionally, Zhang Shensun would "care" about the "old guy" outside. When he heard the answer was "no one cared about", Zhang Shensun would show a smile that "I had expected this long ago."

At some point, more and more people were in the City God Temple. Good men and women were in a constant stream.

Liu Da, who was not interested in it, began to feel uncomfortable. If he had been in the past, he would not have been like this. But now his son is right beside him. He used to be a snail, saying that his business was good and how good he was, and now he has become a laughing stock.

Liu Wenyang was still thinking about Aunt Jin's debt. If the business was so deserted, he and his father would probably be kicked out of the house until they could not survive the New Year. Thinking of this, Liu Wenyang gritted his teeth and said, "No, you can't just sit there and wait for death!"

So he asked his father, "How much money do you have on him?"

"However, there are, but that's just five cents!" Liu Da took out the money, not knowing what his son was going to do.

Liu Wenyang didn't explain, but said, "Just wait to watch the show!"

After collecting five cents, Liu Wenyang had already set a goal and found a green skin shaking his legs on the side of the road with his legs chewing on the road. After a brief conversation, the agreement was reached.

Turning back, Liu Wenyang found a thick piece of yellow paper, rolled it into a trumpet, and said to his father, "Borrow the table and use it!" Then, in his dad's stunned, he stepped on the chair and went up to the table. Facing the endless stream of pilgrims, he started to promote the loudspeaker.

"Look, take a look, Liu Banxian is lucky to tell the fortune-teller! Originally, three cents are a divination, but now you can pay a divination for two cents, and buy two free one! Tian Ling Ling Ling, our Liu family's divine calculator is the most spiritual! Tian Emperor Earth Emperor, our Liu family's divine calculator is strong! In short, if you don't work, don't have money!"

All the pilgrims in front of them were shocked by Liu Wenyang's voice. They had seen people who were recruiting customers on the street, but they had never seen them like this... so blatantly praise their own family.

Especially the content of the shouting is too ostentatious!

Therefore, their first reaction was to be curious, and then they waited... to watch the show.

And at this moment, the show is coming!

A green skin biting sugarcane came out of the crowd, with a torn dress and hat, and was sloppy. He looked at the Liu family fortune telling stall and trembled with his legs and spit out a bite of sugarcane bagasse and said, "Fortune-telling guy, you are shouting so hard, do you dare to give me one!"

Liu Wenyang hurriedly jumped off the table, "No money is allowed! Please sit down!"

The green skin didn't think the chair was dirty. She sat down with her butt, kicked the edge of the chair with one leg, biting the sugarcane in her mouth, and sprayed: "I'm not allowed to look at a bird! Why not do this? If it is accurate, I'll give you three cents to the original price. If it is not accurate, you will pay me ten times the price. How about it?!"

Liu Da might as well have a thorn on his head and was about to shirk it, but Liu Wenyang said first: "What's the hard way! It's just that it's a bit too much to pay you ten times..."

"It's too difficult to do it, right? Then you are doing a shitty business! You all say, is that right?" Qingpi incited the people around him to say.

"Yes---" Everyone burst into laughter.

Even his father Liu Da blushed a little, feeling that his son was simply humiliating himself when he did this.

Liu Wenyang wiped his nose with his hands indifferently and said, "I mean it's too boring to pay you ten times, so why not... you're not allowed to pay a hundred times!"

After a bang, everyone around was shocked. I thought to myself, is this guy crazy? If he is not a crazy person, how could he say such nonsense? He actually asked for a hundred times compensation!

How much is a hundred times the 300s? Many people can’t calculate it, but they know it’s a lot!

Dad Liu Da was even more surprised and his eyes were almost glaring out, "A Yang, you, aren't you kidding?"

Liu Wenyang patted his father and comforted him: "Don't worry, I believe in your strength!"

Liu Da had a bitter face and said to himself: "But I don't believe in myself!"

The people of the Ming Dynasty seemed to be born with the spirit of watching the fun. Soon, they had already spread the fortune telling of the Liu family three layers.

The Qingpi also had some acting skills. She pretended to roll up her sleeves, squinted her eyes and said, "You are saying this, don't regret it! If you lose, you will be compensated a hundred times!"

Then my eyes rolled and said, "In order to let everyone testify, so as not to let you do the right thing, I will tell you wrong and argue with each other, I will write out the answer first to see if you do the right thing!"

"That's great! Let's start!" Liu Wenyang pushed his father Liu Da out, after all, he was the protagonist.

Liu Da was nervous, not knowing what his precious son was doing. If he was not careful, it would be a trivial matter to be smashed into a stall, and it would be a big deal to pay 300 cents. Even if he scraped the meat on his father and the other party and sold it, he would probably not be able to make up 300 cents!

At this moment, everyone around was staring at Liu Da with energy, and some people were even afraid that the world would be in chaos. They widened their eyes and looked at whether this old fortune teller would cheat...

Liu Da was stared at by someone, but Liu Wenyang, who was "scammering his father", looked smiling and prepared the paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

start!

Qingpi tilted her head, pretended to think for a while and said, "You calculate first, do my dad have brothers?"

Liu Da: "Look at your face..."

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Wenyang: "Yes, and there are three, your father is the second one!"

Qingpi blinked her eyes, then opened the paper with words written in front of everyone, and said "three, two" in a crooked manner!

Everyone next to him whispered, "It's quite accurate!" "Yes, it's quite effective."

Qingpi coughed, "The second question, does my mother have sisters?"

Liu Da: "Look at your face..."

Liu Wenyang interrupted again: "Yes, and there are five, your mother ranks third!"

Qingsie's expression was dull, and then she lifted the paper, which was written with a "five, three" on it.

"What a half-immortal, it's right again!"

"You guessed it very accurately. It seems that this fortune teller is a bit good!"

"Yes, not only is it correct, but it is also more accurate. Even the ranking old man said it!"

...

Those who watched the fun around him exclaimed again. As for Mr. Liu, he looked at his son with incredible eyes, thinking, is this kid born to eat this bite?!

Since ancient times, every business has always been focused on popularity. What is popularity? The more people gather in front of a stall, the more people like to squeeze in and take a look. A very academic term is called "Group Psychology".

At this moment, many people gathered in front of the fortune telling stall of the Liu family and his son.

In fact, the move that Liu Wenyang just used is called "double act" in the world.

According to convention, the face-to-face fortune teller usually hires people as accomplices, i.e., "boot-fitting", to squeeze into the crowd to pretend to be a lively person. The fortune teller asks someone to carry his brothers on his back or a wifeless family to write them on a note. The "boot-fitting" sees it in his eyes, and then sends a secret code to the fortune teller. For example, the "boot-fitting" uses a rolling eyeball to make a secret code, which is the first left, the second right, the third right, the fourth up and five down, and the jargon is called "making double acts".

However, when Liu Wenyang invited Qingpi to make "boot-fitting" Qingpi, he was extremely surprised, or he was completely stunned.

Why?

Because from the beginning, before he had time to call the secret code, Liu Wenyang had already expressed the answer accurately!

What does this mean?

It means that they really calculated it and didn’t cheat at all!

If the "acting" of Qingpi at the beginning was very artificial, and both expressions and movements were exaggerated, then now, his face was stunned and unbelievable, and he was shocked after discovering the facts, so there was no need to deliberately perform it.
Chapter completed!