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But this looks too shabby. The store should cover the wall and shelves behind with a curtain, so that at least it can give people the illusion that there is something mysterious behind.

Even if you can't highlight the mystery for the sake of being close to the people, at least put away the small accessories on the shelves. They look too cheap.

Moreover, the decoration at the store entrance was very sloppy, and the curtain that was supposed to hang down was pulled aside, giving people a very unserious impression.

The result of this effect is that there seems to be a barrier at the door, which makes the fortune-telling shop independent of the flow of people in the entire shopping mall. Although the aisle in front of the door is bustling with people, there is not a single customer in the store.

The people inside had nothing to do, so they closed their eyes and rested.

Is this the person Quan Jing was talking about? Xing Yuanhui narrowed his eyes and observed.

This person was dressed very tastefully, with a black cloth on his head and a mask on his face. It seemed to be... a stone mask?

There is an eye on the forehead of the stone mask that is clearly drawn with a black pen, and there are some twists and turns on the edge of the line due to an unsteady hand. There is a word "zhan" written in the middle of the eye, which may be to indicate that he is indeed a fortune teller.

Compared to the fortune teller's head, his clothes were much more normal, a gray-green suit, a white shirt and a brown vest. But how should I put it? It's not that gray-green is not good, but this normal outfit with an unruly head looks even more weird.

Perhaps the fortune teller's sixth sense kicked in. The person inside slowly moved his head. Xing Yuanhui felt the fortune teller's gaze gradually focused on him. The fortune teller was looking here.

Suddenly, the mysterious man took off his mask and placed it gently on the table.

This is a middle-aged man. On his forehead, which is exposed in the middle, are painted eyes that are the same as those on the forehead of the mask. The wrinkles between his brows make him look intimidating without being angry, and the nasolabial lines on his face make him look even more haggard on top of his seriousness.

This is... the uncle with the Araki line!

It’s hard to say whether it’s better to wear a mask or take it off in business, it feels very subtle…

The former is similar to fan fiction fans who like to play pranks, while the latter is more like fan fiction fans who are unemployed in middle age and are looking for a new job and can only use pranks to balance their inner pain.

But he felt creepy when the uncle was staring at him. Rather than fortune-telling, the feeling of being stared at was more like a vampire wanting to have a meal. No wonder no one came into the store.

After all, customers come here to test their horoscopes, not to test whether their horoscopes are strong or not.

"Since you are here, please come in and sit down at the table." The fortune teller's magnetic voice had a strong penetrating power. Although there was a considerable distance between the two parties and people were constantly moving between them, Xing Yuanhui could hear his words clearly.

The fortune teller stretched out his hands towards Xing Yuanhui, inviting him to sit at the table.

I always feel that the further I go to Tokyo, the more strange things I encounter, for example, a friend of a friend of a friend turns out to be a kind person I met not long ago.

By the way, does he still remember me? Did he pull me over and say I'm going to lose money today? But if I really want to lose money, I should come a few days ago. Today's amount is a bit small...

Xing Yuanhui walked into the fortune-telling shop. There was a sign at the door with a lot of words written on it.

I glanced at it and vaguely remembered a few sentences: The business scope includes professional divination, psychological counseling, etc. With the guidance of experienced people, I believe you will definitely gain something...

Business is really hard these days. Even a traditional skill like divination needs to expand its business.

The young man sat on a chair and confronted the fortune teller. The black cloth covering his head artificially created a shadow on his face.

This was the most traditional image of a fortune teller in the entire venue. After all, the table in front of them was empty. Not to mention a crystal ball, there wasn't even a price list.

So is this the uncle's main job? Or is this just another social alias of the uncle? Xing Yuanhui reasoned based on the uncle's last job at the museum and his current job as a fortune teller.

Xing Yuanhui did not directly say that they had met at the Railway Museum before.

After recognizing the uncle, he felt that the uncle was a nice person because of his experience in the museum. This made him curious whether the uncle was soliciting customers or recognizing him as someone he had met once in the museum, or whether Quan Jing had described his appearance to him?

The uncle is very direct and his voice is unique, deep, heavy and magnetic.

He said: "We met in the museum, right? Although I didn't get to operate the train myself, it must have been rewarding to be able to go inside and see the internal layout of the train, right?"

“It’s a gain.”

Taking the example of scanning the map in an RPG game, not going to the train simulator to take a look is as uncomfortable as collecting 99% of the map. Being able to fill in the map and satisfy obsessive-compulsive disorder is much more important to Xing Yuanhui than watching elementary school students messing around with the train control console.

"Actually, after I came out of the simulated train room last time, I wanted to treat you to a drink as a thank you, but I couldn't find you. It's fate that we meet today. Uncle, do you like tea?" Xing Yuanhui avoided the question and did not directly state his purpose today.

He thought it was fun.

The uncle looked pleased. Although he didn't show it on his face, it could be heard from his tone: "Young people like you are rare nowadays. I want black tea."

Hearing this, Xing Yuanhui walked out of the store and randomly ordered two cans of black tea from the vending machine at the entrance. After paying, he took out the drinks from the access port below.

Returning to the fortune-telling shop, I handed the black tea to the uncle, and he opened another bottle of black tea and tasted it.

Mm~, it has a mellow and sweet taste, but it still doesn’t feel as stimulating and refreshing as cola.

The uncle also opened the drink and took a sip, then said, "Although it is a thank you gift, as an elder, I cannot just accept your drink. Let me tell you what divination is. Stretch out your right hand."

Ah? I was ready to tell you Quan Jing's name and take you to the furniture store.

Xing Yuanhui was confused. What is divination? It is usually based on existing information to create a common narrative, right? You have already created the information in the time it takes me to buy a drink?

"Okay, I didn't expect that one day I would actually be predicted by someone." Out of curiosity, let's not talk about the furniture for now. If it's interesting, I'll tell Nanami about it next time.

Xing Yuanhui followed the uncle's instructions, stretched out his right hand and placed it flat on the table. The uncle looked at his palm without saying a word.

What is the normal price for divination? I don't see any numbers on the sign at the door. Xing Yuanhui looked around the store.

The uncle who carefully observed the lines on Xing Yuanhui's right palm did not care about the boy's behavior of looking left and right. His eyes seemed to reveal the light of wisdom, and his eyeballs moved slightly along the lines. After a while, he closed his eyes and thought.

Xing Yuanhui tried to pull his hand back, but seeing that the uncle did not move and did not open his eyes, he looked at his palm and observed the lines on it.

Generally speaking, musicians' hands will have the accumulation of years. For example, guitarists will have calluses on the fingertips. Even if they don't have calluses, their fingers will be harder than those of ordinary people.

But he doesn't have this worry. The blessings given by the system are too overbearing. He can't be tanned by the sun, can't be blown through by the sea breeze, and it's impossible for him to get calluses. It's hard to imagine that he is still a human being.

But he was just sitting there doing nothing, so seeing the uncle's lack of response, he simply took out his phone and started searching for information related to palmistry. Knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle, and it is human instinct to cram for the exam at the last minute.

The search results on the phone are very mixed. There are serious science articles on how to read palm lines, some talk about how they were cheated, and there is even a master who saved a relationship through divination.

The uncle finally opened his eyes and said, "Young man, you have been using your phone to check for so long, you should know the ins and outs of this industry, right?"

Hmm? How did you know that? Are you really an expert?

"Ah, this is not some special ability, it's just that I also have a child about your age, and I can usually guess what people of your age are thinking. Also, I heard the sound of the phone being pulled out of my pants, and good hearing is a necessary quality for divination."

As if he could see through the boy's heart, the uncle pointed at his ear with the demeanor of a professional.

"But generally speaking, shouldn't you use some universal words to fool me? I've been looking for this kind of words just now." Why is every step of this uncle so unexpected and can guess my thoughts? Have you sucked Er Qiao's blood?

The uncle recalled the boy's previous behavior: he helped a little, and it was the kind of help that was supposed to be done within the scope of work, and he was thinking about buying drinks, and he had good family education. At the same time, his hands were very beautiful, similar to those of Yuxing's classmates, so in this case, he was not a child who was short of money.

"Because kids like you are not easy to fool, so I'll just speak directly to you so that you can gain something. Sometimes there will be unexpected gains." The uncle showed a confident smile on his face. He has two children, so it's impossible for him not to understand what young people are thinking nowadays.

If Xing Yuanhui knew what the uncle was thinking, he would definitely tell the uncle with regret that he was born by the sea and not only did rough work, but he was also very familiar with maintaining fishing boats and going out to sea to fish. It was just some small accidents that caused the uncle to make a wrong judgment.

"But I still want to know how you guessed why I came to the mall today. Can't you guess it?"

"Well, you're looking for something, right? You're dressed casually and your face looks calm, so I don't think you're hanging out with friends. And you've been observing the surrounding shops, but you looked over here for a while longer, so I think a customer called you in, and then I realized you were the boy from a few days ago, huh?"

The uncle suddenly looked thoughtful, lowered his head and thought about something, glancing at Xing Yuanhui from time to time.

Xing Yuanhui took the opportunity of the uncle's thinking to take a look at his gray shirt, black pants and dark green jacket. It was indeed very casual and a very inconspicuous combination in Tokyo.

"So that's it, you are the person Mr. Quan Jing was talking about? I'm so sorry." The uncle figured it out.

"No, no, no, I clearly came to see you, but I didn't say it clearly. I was rude." Xing Yuanhui replied with a smile.

Chapter 12 Silver Dior

"The uncle's work life is really colorful. First he was a guide in a museum, then a fortune teller in a shopping mall, and now he has become an experienced home improvement expert."

Xing Yuanhui looked him up and down and continued, "I wonder if you have any other identities that I don't know about?"

"To be honest, I know a thing or two about housekeeping, vehicle maintenance, psychological counseling, massage and bone setting, etc." The uncle was full of confidence in himself, "I think this commission will be no problem for me."

"Housekeeping and cleaning? That's really unexpected. Generally speaking, unless the cleaning industry involves miscellaneous and strenuous work, it is mostly women, right? I didn't expect that the uncle would even be involved in this."

"Haha, it's all for survival after all."

Silver Dior was calculating the dwindling number of cleaning customers with melancholy: unfortunately, customers seemed more inclined to trust the housekeeping abilities of aunties than uncles.

Xing Yuanhui didn't know why the uncle's face suddenly became gloomy. He asked in confusion, "Are you okay, uncle? Why do you suddenly look so sad, as if you didn't turn off the air conditioner before going out?"

"Your metaphor is, in a sense, much more terrifying than I thought." Silver Dio realized that his emotions were not under control and the boy across from him felt it, so he quickly changed the subject, "Let's not talk about this for now, let's talk about what Mr. Quan Jing mentioned to me, what is the situation?"

The young man readily agreed, "It's not difficult, it's just something like home furnishing matching. Someone like you who has a lot of social experience will definitely have no problem with it. But it would be better to have a simple interview, right? Just... what is this?"

The uncle took out a certificate from somewhere, which showed that he had first-level Housekeeping qualification.

"This is a professional certificate in storage and organization, which proves that I am recognized by the industry in this field." The certificate I obtained because of my interest when I was young allowed me to work in the housekeeping industry. Things in the world are really unpredictable.

The fortune teller's gaze passed through the young man, and he expressed feelings unknown to the world to the crowd outside the store.

"Wow, some very professional stuff suddenly appeared." Xing Yuanhui confirmed through mobile phone checking that what the uncle said was true. He became more and more convinced that the uncle was the legendary working warrior.

In addition to being shocked, the boy was also curious. He asked, "But uncle, why do you carry the certificate with you?"

The uncle waved his hand casually, and said in a calm tone with a hint of pride: "Don't worry about these small problems. After all, I am a fortune teller, so I naturally have my own reasons. Life in this world is quite difficult."

This week's housework and cleaning job was optimized again. After the divination, he had to find new clients to fill the blank time, which was why he brought the certificate. As for his resume, he also had it, but it had not been printed out yet.

I received a call from Mr. Quan Jing while carrying all these things. I definitely couldn't tell him about this unexpected incident because I haven't even wiped the third eye on my forehead.

The uncle crossed his hands on the table and changed the subject: "Let's get back to the point, so am I hired?"

"Of course, I'll offer this amount." Xing Yuanhui leaned forward and gestured a number with his hand.

"Very good, my name is Silver Dio. You can call me Silver or uncle, I can accept it." The uncle stood up and stretched out his hand, with his hand covered with fine lines hanging in front of Xing Yuanhui.

The boy responded to his invitation, agreed, stood up and shook hands with Uncle Baiyin.

"My name is Xing Yuanhui, it's a pleasure to work with you." He didn't forget to complain in his heart: You really are Dio.

But the fortune teller's eyes were sharp, and he keenly noticed that the boy in front of him raised his eyebrows when he heard his name.

"I want to make it clear that the comic book didn't exist when I was born." The uncle's eyes were serious, and it seemed that this was not the first time he said such a thing.

The boy's smile turned awkward, and he explained: "Sorry, both the voice and the name are too coincidental, so..."

"It doesn't matter. This is not the first time I've been misunderstood." Uncle Baiyin shook his head slightly and said calmly.

Then the uncle put the certificate away. It was hard to imagine how he could keep the certificate flat when placed close to his body.

He was a little impatient. "Then Xingyuan-kun, we can set off now. We just need to go to the printing shop downstairs to review the labor contract."

From morning till now, there has not been a single customer in the fortune-telling shop. Although this is expected, for someone like him who does odd jobs to raise two children, having a job is the most important thing.

Xing Yuanhui recognized Uncle Baiyin's rigor, but he had never thought about signing a contract before: "Labor contract? Can we keep it simple and skip this step?"

The boy took out his wallet from his trouser pocket, took out a few Fukuzawa Yukichi notes, put them on the table and pushed them towards Uncle Shirogane, saying softly, "Can we make an exception? Although it is a good thing to settle accounts clearly, I am in a hurry."

It turns out that red tape can be skipped and if you have money you can do whatever you want.

Silence enveloped the two of them, but soon, Uncle Baiyin accepted the deposit and raised his hand to praise him, "You are really young and promising. Let's keep it simple today. If possible, we can go to your house later to confirm what is needed. Or do you have a list or photos or something?"

"It seems that there are photos, but does this store not need to be taken care of? I'm not in that hurry." Xing Yuanhui searched the family group and found the photos. These were taken by Qihai when she was looking at the house, and she sent them to the family group.

"No, I know the manager of this store. I have nothing to do right now, so I came here to do some odd jobs. I don't usually do divination here, but today there are some special circumstances."

Uncle Baiyin is very active and has already started packing up the tables and chairs, preparing to close the store.

"Okay." Before Xing Yuanhui could figure out if there was anything he could help with, Uncle Baiyin had already dealt with it roughly. This was also due to the fact that the store was relatively simple and there were no customers.

Uncle Baiyin finally placed the curtain on his head next to the stone ghost mask, wiped the "third eye" on his forehead with the wet wipes he carried with him, grabbed the black tea given by Xing Yuanhui in his palm, and used his free hand to pull the shop door and lock it with the key.

"To put it simply, it's better to say what's in the house than what's not there. Uncle Baiyin, you can follow the general list, and I'll just exclude what's there."

"Is that so? That's fine." Is this the way rich people educate their children? Letting children go to the market and buy household necessities by themselves is a really good educational policy.

Uncle Baiyin has a certain deviation in his understanding of Xing Yuanhui's family situation.

They arrived at the elevator, and as the elevator slowly moved, Xing Yuanhui began to find topics related to divination. He was quite curious about such a traditional job.

"Well, I'm quite curious about your divination business. I saw you guys also do psychotherapy at the door. Do you usually have so many connections?"

Shirogane, who was normally contemplating the list of household appliances, began to explain to his temporary employer why his divination was different from others.

"Oh? Ah, it might be my fault. To be honest, I've been doing fortune-telling for quite some time, but most of the customers who come to me for fortune-telling are young women. The content of the conversation is more like chatting than fortune-telling. They try to heal the problems they encounter in life by talking."

You wouldn't expect that the majority of Uncle Baiyin's clients are female.

Baiyin glanced to the side and followed the flow of people towards the milk tea shop which was full of customers, most of whom were women.

He said slowly: "Although I can get a lot of information that is helpful for divination from their facial expressions and the shopping bags behind them, which can make my divination more accurate and help sell the 'energy stones' in the store.