A group of people in white clothes walked along a muddy road. Bustling, Wu Guozheng stood by the roadside.
He had originally intended to drive his AD luxury car past, but the intersection ahead was too narrow, and he had to wait for the crowd to pass.
At this moment, people were carrying a huge coffin.
The coffin was wrapped in red cloth, and many people were carrying the bottom of the coffin with their bare hands, looking quite strained.
The road was narrow, and his car was parked there, making it particularly crowded.
Below the road were farmlands, but the car seemed to have nowhere to go.
At this moment, Wu Guozheng couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Couldn't you have waited for me to leave before coming? Why are you blocking the road at this time!"
But no matter how much he cursed, those people couldn't hear him. Wu Guozheng could only get out of the car and stand by the roadside to maintain order.
In fact, he was very worried about whether the coffin could pass.
It would be best if it could pass without hitting his car.
Wu Guozheng wanted to go up and talk to them, but they didn't seem to hear him speak at all. Wu Guozheng felt that he could shout until his throat was raw, but it would have no effect.
He couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, it was really bullshit.
However, the more he worried about something, the worse it got.
Just as the coffin was about to pass, the people suddenly became agitated, and some even stood on the exterior of the AD car.
Wu Guozheng shouted, "Not good! Don't get on the car, you guys!"
But the crowd didn't listen at all, and some even cursed. He couldn't understand what they were cursing about, nor could he hear them clearly.
Just as he was about to go and stop them, someone actually started to move the car.
Wu Guozheng's heart grew more flustered, and he immediately stepped forward to stop them. He thought that no matter what, he had to prevent them from lifting the car, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to get on the road.
But no matter how much he shouted and tried to stop them, the car was lifted diagonally and slowly raised.
Looking at the posture, the car was about to be pushed from one side of the road to the farmland on the other side.
Wu Guozheng was anxious: If this car were pushed down, in this remote wilderness, what would he do?
The crowd did not stop pushing the car, and it was about to fall.
Wu Guozheng shouted, "Wait! Don't!"
"What's wrong? Guozheng!"
Hearing this voice, Wu Guozheng sat up.
It turned out it was just a dream. It scared Wu Guozheng. He was doing well in his position in the government agency, so when did he go to the countryside to see a funeral procession?
Let alone now, even in the past, he wouldn't have been able to go back.
If someone in his family passed away, he would at most pay his condolences, and he certainly wouldn't go to the burial.
There were not no poor relatives in his family, many of whom he no longer associated with. For those who were relatively close, he would only arrange for someone to send a gift.
The relatives seemed to have gotten used to such matters.
"He's too busy with his position!"
To be honest, this sentence had helped him avoid a lot of trouble. Since becoming a cadre, he only made time to attend the funerals of the deceased relatives of leaders and important colleagues.
He glanced at the watch on his bedside table, it was 4:50 AM.
The sky was not yet bright, so he could still sleep for a while.
"It's nothing, just a dream! Go back to sleep!"
After speaking, Wu Guozheng lay down again.
However, what did this dream represent?
Coffin, official position? Wealth? Which one was it? He didn't know what this dream meant.
No, it must be a premonition of something. He would ask Master Wang tomorrow to find out.
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Master Wang only acquired his own mansion in the past few years.
At first, he was just a loafer with nothing to do. By chance, he discovered a way to make money.
Many people nowadays claim not to believe in ghosts and spirits, but in their hearts, they are not entirely dismissive.
Many powerful and influential people are particularly devoted to this, so Master Wang had the idea of making a living from it.
There was a fortune teller in the village named Wang the Blind. He was, in fact, a distant relative of his whom he hadn't seen in a long time. After some inquiries, he prepared some modest wine and finally agreed to teach him some things.
However, after only half a year of study, he had mastered some things. Although it wasn't precise, he could still get it mostly right.
Considering that this was somewhat mysterious, and that many people had bad endings, he felt it was best to leave the profession with only half-baked skills.
Perhaps this way, he wouldn't suffer misfortune for revealing heavenly secrets.
What prompted him to be even bolder was:
Once, the pig of Widow Xue in the village ran away, and she was desperately searching the entire village.
She encountered Master Wang on the road. Master Wang, imitating Wang the Blind, closed his eyes and made a calculation.
This kind of thing was actually not difficult; it only required a general idea. As for whether one should profit from it, that depended on fate.
"Don't search in the village; go to the southern mountain mound to look! The pig is there!"
"What? Why would the pig run there? Are you talking nonsense—making it up?"
Widow Xue didn't hold back and retorted directly.
"Hahaha, if you believe me, go and look. If not, just pretend I didn't say anything. And then invite me for a drink."
Master Wang didn't care whether he was right or wrong. After all, he had seen pigs floundering there several times.
But what he didn't expect was that Widow Xue later actually invited him for a drink.
For Master Wang, who had been single for most of his life, this was a triumphant victory.
From then on, everyone in the village looked at him with newfound respect.
Later, people continued to ask him for readings, but he refused them all. He had already come up with a reason: "My dojo is in a faraway place, and I don't deal with nearby matters."
In fact, it was mainly because they were fellow villagers. If he was right, it was nothing, but if he was wrong, he would get beaten.
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Taking advantage of his momentum, and by connecting with Suo Banxian from the neighboring village, he finally embarked on the sunny road to prosperity and wealth.
Thus, in just two or three years, Master Wang's reputation spread far and wide.
He didn't know if his predictions were accurate, but Master Wang was good at judging people. What kind of person, what kind of destiny! As long as he spoke according to their wishes, he could be mostly right, which was his insight into this profession.
Just as the clock struck ten, his phone rang. Master Wang picked up his phone and saw: "Director Wu."
Master Wang knew he had his money god on the line. There must be something he needed to have calculated again. It was nothing complicated, usually about promotion, wealth, or romantic luck, things he had memorized thoroughly.
"Hello?"
Answering the phone, Master Wang asked in a slow tone.
"Master Wang, this is Wu Guozheng! I have something I need you to calculate for me!"
"Oh, really? Tell me about it."