Sundering Nature Chapter 271: Numerology
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Chapter 271 Numerology
"Hehe, boy, look at what you said. It depends on your age, but you are still a bit outdated in concept. You need to keep up with the times." The short black fat man frowned slightly, his expression a little unhappy. "This is called big data. Now when you go to the hospital to see a doctor, you have to take a blood test for any cold or fever. This is not the hospital ruining you, it is responsible for you, and you are more willing to believe the conclusions given by scientific instruments. How? Here, I use a computer to check the data for you, but you don’t believe it?"
"This..." Li Yiming twitched the corner of his mouth weirdly. This made him unable to refute, but he felt that something was weird.
"Are you still doing it?" The short black man stopped the operation, squinted at Li Yiming, and his slanting eyes revealed a arrogance of professionalism being questioned.
"Forget it." Li Yiming forcibly endured the discomfort in his heart, everything could be faked, but his own consciousness and perception could not be faked, this fat man is suspicious...
"Hmm." The short black fat man reluctantly picked up the computer again, but he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.
This short black and fat guy was originally a gangster in this area. He made a living by soliciting customers for the street-side wenwan shop. Half a year ago, he accidentally picked up a fortune-telling white banner on the side of the road. He didn’t think much about it at the time and held it in his hand. Going up was purely for fun, but how could I think that he was stopped by a frowning passer-by after he walked half a circle, and the other party thought he was really a fortune teller, and stopped him to calculate his future.
The short black fat guy eats by his mouth, and he is unambiguous at the moment. He pretends to be arguing with the other party, still wondering if he can fool him to go to a familiar shop to buy something. But where does he know fortune-telling? Just rely on the chicken soup that I occasionally see in the mobile phone circle of friends.
Coincidentally, it happened that Dumpty Dumpty’s Hu Xiaohaiping seemed to have stuck the passersby in the weakness. The other party believed in his words. After hearing the story of Dumpty Dumpty’s "Rabbit Digging Carrots", he threw it down vigorously. Two hundred yuan quickly left.
The short black and fat man didn't take this matter to heart, and after muttering a "sticky mallet" to himself, he put away two hundred dollars, resisted the fortune-telling sign and went home. But he could hardly imagine that the passerby found him again seven days later. Not only did he come, he also brought a pennant and a big red envelope of 30,000 yuan.
It turns out that this passerby is a financial person. He used his power to embezzle/public funds to trade stocks with others. But when the stocks are covered, the days of checking accounts are getting closer. This financial person is wondering whether to sell cars and houses to fill the holes, but it sounds short. After the black fat man's flicker, he actually believed in the short black fat man's "success is only persevering." After going back, he made a desperate attempt, ready to grit his teeth.
Well, it's not that it's not reported, the time has not come. The stocks rebounded from bottom hunting in the afternoon. They kept up their daily limits, filled up improper holes and made a lot of money.
When the passers-by left with an expression of "recreation", the short black man looked at the fortune-telling sign with a different look.
This also works?
The short black fat guy seems to see his future, but fortune-telling is too technical, how can he start?
Holding the mind that idleness is also idleness, the short black fat man picked up the computer and clicked on the search engine.
In this way, there appeared on the street a half-hearted fortune-telling master who was learning and selling now with a tablet. Not to mention, with the eyesight and eloquence cultivated by years of street rolling, half a year later, the short black and fat man was mixed up. Mingtang, at least more than the original soliciting profit.
Just such a half-hearted fortune-teller, seriously input Li Yiming's birth date into the half-old tablet computer.
"Huh?" The short black fat man twitched his mouth and looked up at Li Yiming suspiciously. The tablet computer in his hand subconsciously tilted inward, blocking Li Yiming's gaze.
"Why?" Li Yiming has been paying attention to the short black fat man's movements, and can't help but speak in surprise when he sees Fang Lu.
"Uh, it's nothing, I'll look at it again." The short black fat guy quickly gathered his emotions, reappeared with an inscrutable expression, frowned and operated the computer again, but this time, the computer in his hand was tilted higher. , Completely prevented Li Yiming from seeing the content on the screen.
"I'm going...broken?" The short black fat man murmured in his heart. After inputting Li Yiming's information, the computer went blank. The sky, geography, numerology, and mathematics were all blank, let alone any commentary. Note it.
This shouldn't be. You have to know that the APP he is currently using is paid. It has been all right before. Why did it suddenly crash? Is it updated?
In the era of big data, this short black fat guy is right. Inputting the brain of Yijing, Luoshu, Hetu and so on into the computer, through the specific program layout calculation, it is indeed better than many manual calculations on the interface. The data must be accurate, which is the basis for the short black fat man to be able to base himself in the fortune-telling world.
But now the software is useless...
The short black fat man watched Li Yiming’s changes with his peripheral light, while carefully restarting the computer. The configuration of the computer was good, restarting in nine seconds, but when the short black fat man entered the information again, the computer crashed again...
"Frozen?" Even if the short black fat guy carefully blocked it, he still couldn't avoid Li Yiming's gaze.
"Huh?"
"All blanks above..."
"Uh...this..." The short black fat man tensed in his heart and quickly put away the computer. When the customer is not studying the computer, it seems that this is more yellow than business. Fortune-telling is no better than other businesses. With the help of computers It's a rhetoric, but if you really don't know anything, you have to spread it out, but it's a mess.
"Your fate..." The short black fat man's brain thought quickly, his half-closed eyes swept across the crowd from time to time, his double chin raised at a forty-five-degree angle trembling weakly in the wind.
"Hey..." After a long sigh, the short black fat man suddenly stared at Li Yiming and looked at Li Yiming very seriously.
Li Yiming's mind moved, and he glanced at the white banners waving in the wind for the unchecked.
"Your fate is strange, I shouldn't have revealed the secrets, but since you found me, this is fate. The teacher I inherited pays attention to fate, and put it...should..." Slowly stood up from the small square stool, carefully and solemnly flattened the folds on his body, with a generous spirit of going to justice.
"Master..." Li Yiming had a weird heart. There were many signs in front of him. He had already begun to be a little suspicious. If he hadn't been sure that his spiritual consciousness was indeed restricted at this moment, he would have turned around and left.
"Leap out of the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements..." The short black fat man's eyes were retracted from the toy store opposite. There was a plastic bucket at the door of the store, which was filled with various toys, one of which was a plastic stick. It is dazzling, yellow in the middle and red at both ends. It flashes after pressing the switch.
Li Yiming had a look on his face, and the fist behind him couldn't help tightening.
"I can say, that's all. This is also the reason why the computer crashes. This computer is a mortal thing, how can it really measure the secret?" The short black fat man noticed Li Yiming's changes and couldn't bear it in his heart. I was absolutely astounded by the fact that I was really talented, and I could flicker out the root toy at random. "Since the master has seen it, I must know who I am. Today, you and me, don't you meet by chance?" After a brief astonishment, Li Yiming felt relieved. The middle-aged man in front of him had no flaws, but he was full of flaws. Holding the flag of the little Dao Tong, he revealed his identity in one mouthful, thinking that he should be a figure of the same level as Wu Ma and Xiao Dao Tong. Such people are waiting for themselves here, so they should have no ulterior motives.
"Huh?" The short black fat man was taken aback. He was thinking about how to continue to flicker. Ordinary young people, shouldn't they be ecstatic and worried about what he said just now? Who doesn't want to be different? Who doesn't want to be unique? But the story is wrong? Why doesn't this stupid young man act according to the script? See who you are? Who are you? Urban management?
"The predestined method that the master just said, Yiming deeply believes, today you and I have to see, Yiming only asks for one thing, and I hope that the master will see the predestined method and complete Yiming. If the master sends something, Yiming is determined to go through fire and water." Li Yiming recognized the other party's identity in his heart, stood up straight, raised his hands, and bowed deeply to the short black fat man.
I'm going... Is this part of the scene? The short black fat man has his head full of black lines. Is his way up? Just a few words, flick this young man who feels like this?
"What...what do you want to ask of me?" The short black fat man cleared his throat and said tentatively.
"Looking for someone." Li Yiming took a deep breath. He now has some doubts, but he can think about it again and again, and he still said his first request.
"Looking for someone? Who are you looking for?" The short black fat man was wary inside.
"Liu Meng." Li Yiming replied firmly.
"Liu Meng? Girl?" The short black fat man wondered in his heart. This name sounds like a girl, but didn't your kid just count on his future? How could it be considered marriage again in a blink of an eye?
"Yes, please let the master tell me where she is now." Li Yiming looked at the short black fat man expectantly.
"I'm looking for someone..." The short black fat guy looked at Li Yiming's expression seriously. It seems that this kid is serious. You can find someone to go to the police station. How can this make me...
"Put...come, give me your hand, let me take a good look." The short black fat man sighed secretly, and couldn't think of a good way to lie, he lifted his clothes and sat down on the small square stool again. .
"It's hard work." Li Yiming was happy in his heart, and hurriedly sat down on the low stool, hurriedly stretched out his right hand, and looked at his palms. It was probably just an excuse. Looking at the other person's expression, there seemed to be something unspeakable.
"Male left, female right." Seeing Li Yiming's irritable expression, the short black fat man couldn't help feeling irritated. In the past, he must be secretly happy to meet such customers. Such people often go to the doctor in a hurry. I have already lost the rationality and judgment that I should have, and I am getting twice the result with half the effort, which is a sign of a fat sheep.
But now, my computer crashes at a critical moment, and I can't even remember a few of those silly comments, how can I fool you?
Changed his left hand, the short black fat man stared at Li Yiming's palm pretendingly, arranging the script in his heart.
Li Yiming blinked the opponent's eyes, and his gaze also fell on his palm, but immediately after that, Li Yiming's expression became weird.
This palm print...
A person who has never studied fortune telling will be very familiar with his palm. After all, I have seen something for more than ten or two decades, but now I look at my palm... Li Yiming has a strange sense of strangeness.
This is not my palm... At least, the palm print is wrong...