"Where are you? Let me pick you up!" Zhao Qingya sighed. She had other social engagements later in the day, but since Fang Zhicheng came, she chose to turn them all down.
"You don't need to pick me up today. I'll pick you up." Fang Zhicheng said, "In half an hour, I'll be downstairs of your company. The license plate number is Huai K38672."
Zhao Qingya smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."
This is really a contradictory conversation. Fang Zhicheng's first sentence is that he is lost and needs a guide. At the end of the conversation, Fang Zhicheng, the lost man, comes to pick up the guide Zhao Qingya.
Half an hour later, Fang Zhicheng arrived at the headquarters building of Hongda Group. He had a good sense of direction and he found his destination just by following his feeling. Of course, this was because the urban planning of Qiongjin was relatively scientific and there were many road signs. As long as he paid attention to the direction, he could find Hongda Group on the main road.
After parking the car in the underground parking lot and waiting for about ten minutes, the phone rang. Zhao Qingya asked, "I've been waiting for a long time. Have you arrived yet?"
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "I should be right below you now."
"Can you please talk nicely?" Zhao Qingya said with a sullen smile, "Parking lot?"
Fang Zhicheng nodded and smiled: "If we talk nicely, how boring would the world be?"
Zhao Qingya sighed and said, "I'm in the elevator now, and I'll be there in three minutes." As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zhicheng's phone stopped making any sound. He knew that Zhao Qingya was in the elevator and there was no signal inside. He got out of the car, took out a cigarette and walked towards the elevator. As soon as he lit the cigarette, Zhao Qingya walked out.
Fang Zhicheng put out his cigarette and said with a smile, "You are such a hasty guide. You didn't even give me time to smoke a cigarette."
Zhao Qingya stared at Fang Zhicheng, raised the corner of her mouth and said, "Smoking is harmful to your health. Smoking less is good for your health."
Fang Zhicheng sighed and said, "It's been a long time since we last met. You've become nagging."
Zhao Qingya swung her pink fist and gently landed it on Fang Zhicheng's chest, and spat, "From now on, I won't say a word that you don't like to hear."
Fang Zhicheng quickly raised his hand and said, "It was just a joke, don't make a big deal out of it."
Zhao Qingya knew that no one could match Fang Zhicheng when he was talkative, so she simply ignored him.
Fang Zhicheng was a little bored. After fastening his seat belt, he asked, "Great guide, where are we going now?"
Zhao Qingya said, "I don't want to go to a noisy place, let's find a place to drink?"
Fang Zhicheng tapped his fingers on the steering wheel twice and said, "I have a place. It's guaranteed to be quiet."
Zhao Qingya raised her eyebrows and asked in confusion, "Where?"
Fang Zhicheng pointed at Zhao Qingya and said with a smile: "Go to your house!"
Zhao Qingya nodded and said, "It is indeed a good place, but there is no wine or food at home."
Fang Zhicheng said: "If we go to the supermarket, we can get everything, right?"
They went to the supermarket first and bought all kinds of things, not only food, but also daily necessities. What made Fang Zhicheng speechless was that Zhao Qingya did not shy away from him and even bought some feminine products that she needed every month. When they returned to the apartment, they met an old man who was setting up a stall to tell fortunes at the door. Zhao Qingya was a little curious and pulled Fang Zhicheng over to join in the fun.
The old man was fortune-telling for a mother and daughter. The mother was in her fifties and the daughter was about thirty. The old man wore a pair of sunglasses, and it was unclear whether he was really blind or pretending to be blind. The mother heard what the old man said, and took out money from her leather armor with great joy, saying, "Thank you, great god. If the matter is successful, I will treat you to a wedding banquet." After saying that, she took her daughter away, and the mother and daughter whispered to each other in a good mood.
"It's a lie. You believe it?" Fang Zhicheng muttered softly.
The old man had sharp ears and coughed dryly, saying, "Whether it's a scam or not, you can only know after you calculate it. If it's not allowed, you won't ask for money. If it's allowed, you will pay based on fate."
Fang Zhicheng suddenly found the fortune teller interesting. He was about three or four meters away from him, and the words he spoke to Zhao Qingya were so low that it was difficult for ordinary people to hear them.
Zhao Qingya glared at Fang Zhicheng and gently scolded him, "Don't talk."
Fang Zhicheng smiled helplessly and said no more. Zhao Qingya asked the old man curiously: "How to calculate? What to calculate?"
The fortune teller said, "My eyesight is not good. I can't read faces or fortune-tell. I can only ask about birth dates and help with marriage."
Zhao Qingya thought about it and told the old man her birth date.
The old man pondered for a moment and said, "You have lived a life of luxury and have lived in a wealthy family. It seems that you have endless wealth and splendor, but life is flawed. You are destined to be extremely lonely in the first thirty years..."
The word "lonely" touched Zhao Qingya's sensitive spot. She sighed and said, "What about the rest?"
The old man waved his hand and said, "People's fate can change. The past is already determined and cannot be reversed, but no one can accurately predict the future!"
Fang Zhicheng laughed unhappily and said, "Isn't fortune-telling just for predicting the future?"
The old man paused for a moment and said, "Young man, your idea is wrong. Fortune telling is to understand your past and present self, and then infer what may happen in the future. It seems to be for the purpose of predicting the future, but in fact, the key is to understand your current shortcomings and what crises you need to guard against."
When Fang Zhicheng heard the old man say this, he was a little stunned, because he obviously didn't expect the old man's thinking to be very dialectical, and he made the idealistic fortune-telling sound materialistic.
Fang Zhicheng said: "Then can you infer what will happen in the future?"
The old man pointed in the direction where Fang Zhicheng was standing and said with a smile: "Then I need to know your birth date."
"Why?" Fang Zhicheng laughed, "She calculated it, not me!"
The old man touched the teacup, took a sip, and said, "Putting two people's birth dates together will make the future more interesting."
Fang Zhicheng felt that this old man was more and more unusual, so he told him his birthday. The old man was silent for a long time, waved his hand and said, "Sorry, I won't do business today."
"Why?" Zhao Qingya asked puzzledly.
The old man said nothing, and stood up to close the stall. Fang Zhicheng thought the old man had some knowledge at first, but when he saw him become mysterious, he took Zhao Qingya away.