The First Business Deal

Early in the morning, Shen Qiong arrived at his shop with two large dark circles under his eyes. He had been too excited to sleep all night, and had thought of many plans.

Since WeChat had this feature, it would be a waste not to use it. However, considering how few people he could search for, it would be awkward if a customer who came to the shop wasn't on his list.

So, Shen Qiong found a piece of paper and, with a flourish, wrote a few large characters:

"I'll give you a character based on fate, tip as you please."

His calligraphy was a family heirloom and quite skillful, so he posted the paper outside the shop.

He didn't idle around inside; he casually picked up a book titled Face Reading and Path Recognition from the bookshelf and started reading. Every so often, he would open WeChat to check "People Nearby." Since he couldn't see much information now, he could roughly remember what he saw at a glance.

The system refreshed the character information every ten minutes, showing five people at a time. This meant he could access information on thirty people in an hour, which wasn't a small number when calculated.

Shili Street was a relatively prosperous suburban street, while this Gudao West Road was mostly old shops, possessing less bustle but more ancient charm.

The morning was crisp and clear. Tourists occasionally passed by the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, but for various reasons, they didn't dare to walk in.

Another cute girl entered the shop, peered around, then gave Shen Qiong an apologetic look before turning to leave.

"Oh, this won't do! I can't just run out in front of the shop and give readings to everyone I see, can I?" Shen Qiong chuckled to himself.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. One of the "People Nearby" caught his attention.

Bi Yuxue (within 100 meters), with a delicate appearance but lacking vitality. A girl wearing glasses.

He clicked on her profile. Age 24, Health Value only 50 (frail). This was no small matter. Even a sixty-year-old aunt had a health value close to 70. This indicated that this young lady definitely had health problems, and not minor ones.

Shen Qiong quickly ran outside and searched everywhere for her. He finally found her in front of a restaurant, walking towards him.

Seeing her about to reach the shop, Shen Qiong suddenly spoke, "Your complexion is pale with a hint of cold, and I observe your legs are weak and your breathing is disordered. Miss, are you perhaps feeling unwell recently?"

Bi Yuxue froze, looking at the man who had suddenly blocked her path, then glanced at the shop next door. A fortune teller?

She thought of the people who set up street stalls a few days ago, trying to swindle money with fortune-telling, and immediately felt disgusted. She waved her hand and said, "Sorry, I don't believe in these things."

After speaking, Bi Yuxue sidestepped and quickened her pace to leave. Shen Qiong had no choice but to say, "Your name contains the character 'Xue' (snow). I have a connection with the character 'Xue' today, which is why I approached you."

Bi Yuxue suddenly stopped and turned around, asking in surprise, "How did you know my name has the character 'Xue' in it?"

Seeing that he had her attention, Shen Qiong smiled mysteriously. "Heaven's secrets cannot be revealed. I can only say it's fate."

She thought about how she had indeed been feeling unwell recently, always feeling weak every morning. She asked, "You said I was unwell?"

Shen Qiong smiled slightly and nodded. "You should know yourself if I'm speaking nonsense. As we're strangers, I have no reason to lie to you. You do indeed have some health issues, miss."

She gently bit her lip. "Then tell me."

Shen Qiong raised his hand and smiled. "Let me feel your pulse." He gently placed his hand on the girl's wrist. Hmm, her skin was quite nice.

Ahem! Of course, he wasn't trying to take advantage of the girl by asking to feel her pulse. Firstly, he had read many books and understood a little. Secondly, if he just spouted nonsense without doing anything, wouldn't he just become a smooth-talking charlatan?

He didn't know until he took her pulse, and he was shocked. "The pulse is very weak, its rhythm is irregular, fast and slow. The problem seems to be inside your body," he said.

Looking at her slightly tired expression, Shen Qiong said with confidence, "You haven't been resting well recently, have you?"

Bi Yuxue exclaimed in surprise, "Yes! My sleep quality has been very poor for the past half month. I wake up feeling weak all over, as if I haven't slept at all."

Shen Qiong secretly praised his own wit. Deceiving people, who can't do that?

He then glanced at the lunchbox she was holding and frowned. "Is this your breakfast?"

She gave a wry smile. "No, it's lunch. I've been working overtime at the company a lot lately, so I don't have time to go out for lunch. I just bought this in the morning to heat up for lunch."

Shen Qiong tilted his head up slightly, frowning. It seemed the key was here: poor sleep, poor diet, and high stress. This was a common problem for young people just starting their careers.

He sighed heavily, shaking his head. "Not good, very not good."

Because all of Shen Qiong's previous guesses were correct, Bi Yuxue actually believed him a little. She immediately asked anxiously, "What's not good? Is it because I eat too many boxed lunches?"

"That's only part of it. As the saying goes, 'weak body leads to many illnesses.' Health problems are definitely not caused in a day or two. I suggest you take some time to get a full body check-up at the hospital as soon as possible. Remember, it must be the most comprehensive check-up," Shen Qiong said before turning and walking towards the shop door, feigning the demeanor of a detached Master.

Bi Yuxue hesitated for a moment. Trusting Shen Qiong, she felt that getting checked wouldn't hurt. She called out, "Thank you, I'll go this weekend."

Seeing Shen Qiong return inside, she suddenly remembered she hadn't given the Master any money. She quickly called out, "Master, how much should I give you?"

Shen Qiong had his back to her. Why would a Master care about such small amounts of money? He straightened his back and pointed to the paper posted outside the door.

Bi Yuxue read aloud, "'I'll give you a character based on fate, tip as you please?'"

"That's right. I said I had a connection with you today, which is why I spoke to you. If I had met someone else, no matter how much they offered, I wouldn't have paid attention," Shen Qiong thought, I must maintain this facade to the end.

She was a little skeptical. Judging by his appearance, he was about her age. Could he really not be doing this for money?

In the end, Bi Yuxue took out fifty yuan and handed it to Shen Qiong. Since he said "tip as you please," fifty yuan wasn't a small amount.

Shen Qiong took the money and put it in his pocket without even looking at it, acting as if he didn't care how much she gave.

Only after Bi Yuxue left did he take out the money and smile. "Success! My first business earned fifty yuan. That's enough for my meals for the next two days."

He looked at the fifty-yuan bill repeatedly, feeling incredibly pleased! Although the money wasn't much, it was a successful start, and he had also helped someone. This job was definitely worth it.

Shen Qiong returned to his old chair and continued reading with his legs crossed. He realized he still needed to read more. After all, WeChat could give him concrete numbers, but how to make others believe it still depended on himself!