Chen Ergou had never seen the world, and the biggest place he had been to before was a town with a population of 200,000 or 300,000 when he was in high school. At that time, Chen Ergou just felt that Zhangjiashan was very small. It wasn't until he arrived in Harbin that he realized how insignificant that town was. After finding some fellow villagers at the train station who didn't have a good expression on their faces, they took pity on him and bought him a ticket to Shanghai. As he sat on the train, watching the endless stream of passengers outside the window gradually disappear from view, Chen Ergou suddenly realized that Harbin had already left him behind. He hadn't even had time to savor the atmosphere of this city. Shanghai was just a few pale descriptions in books for Chen Ergou - economy, prosperity, fashion. These words were incredibly abstract, like the painting "Sunflowers" in his history book that he had looked at countless times but couldn't make out the pattern.

  "When you arrive in the big city, don't spit on the ground, or you'll be fined." The fellow villager casually reminded him and fell fast asleep, tightly hugging that cheap nylon bag he had bought from a street stall.

  Across from him sat a very thin, small man holding a crumpled colored copy of the Sanjiang Evening News, initially covering half his face. One eye furtively scanned the surrounding passengers, and only when he was certain there was nothing unusual did he withdraw that old, worn-out half-face behind the newspaper. Chen Ergou saw that the newspaper had a big spread on the story of a lucky winner who won 50 million yuan with just two yuan, but his stubborn personality made him think it was laughable. Chen Ergou, who had been struggling for over twenty years, never thought he could change his life by winning the lottery - first, because he didn't believe he had that kind of luck; second, because he felt sorry about spending those two yuan; and lastly, perhaps due to the remaining bit of ridiculous and pedantic bookworm mentality in his heart. Chen Ergou imitated his fellow villager, tightly clutching the cloth sack containing all his belongings, aimlessly staring at the hands grasping the newspaper. He remembered how his grandfather used to hold his hand when he was young and say some incomprehensible words and phrases that were mysterious and obscure, and wondered if this was how Chen Ergou's superstition had been cultivated.

  Chen Ergou gazed out the window, his right hand subconsciously stroking a red string tied to his left wrist. This outing reminded him of when he was admitted to high school, but that time's result was disappointingly expected, leaving him slinking back to Zhangjiashan. He wondered if this trip would end in the same way. Thinking about this, Chen Ergou mentally wrote out the four characters "repeating past mistakes". Fortunately, he hadn't forgotten them. But could his limited knowledge even qualify him as half a scholar?

  Inside the carriage were fellow migrant workers from his hometown, and since it wasn't rush hour, finding a seat wasn't difficult. As night began to fall, the sky near the big city seemed especially high, so high that you couldn't see any stars. The night sky of Zhangjiashan was as if within reach, sparkling with stars. Chen Erdou rubbed his slightly tired face and let out a sigh against the windowpane, muttering to himself: "The city is so big and there are so many people, it's hard to climb higher than others, isn't it? It's even harder than the English listening test in the college entrance exam!"

  The area suddenly became lively, and it turned out that someone claimed to have won a Coca-Cola prize ring worth 30,000 yuan. He urgently needed money and wanted to exchange it for 5,000 yuan in cash. Then, the people around him started cheering, each one eagerly staring at the ring as if they were willing to give up their lives for it. Chen Ergou watched this group of people's brilliant performance with relish, clicking his tongue in amazement. He didn't believe it because he thought that anything out of the ordinary must be suspicious. When he was deceiving others in Zhangjiashan, he had put in a lot of effort to practice his body language, especially facial expressions. It could be said that over the years, it was a history of war between the villagers of Zhangjiashan and the despicable Chen Ergou's wits and bravery. So before going out, he warned himself that if something extra good came suddenly, he must be cautious again and again. His mother had also given him similar advice, although she had never left Zhangjiashan in her life, but the small village had made her feel the bitterness of human hearts being treacherous and unpredictable, and of course, she was afraid that her son would suffer losses outside.

  "A bunch of nonsense, nothing worth watching, four out of ten cars are playing this trick." The awakened fellow villager said impatiently, turning over to continue sleeping, muttering some unpleasant profanity.

  "Fake?" Chen Ergou asked in a low voice, admiring the coordinated movements of those people, just like watching TV. At this moment, Chen Ergou suddenly felt that no matter if they could make money on this trip or not, it was worth it to just take a look at this colorful and bizarre scene.

  "This kind of flower can only deceive you, a bookworm who has just come out for the first time. What's the use of reading so many books? In the end, you still have to follow me to work. Now that we're in Shanghai, follow me and learn from me. Even college graduates are worthless nowadays, let alone someone with only a high school diploma." A distant relative who didn't even finish elementary school sneered, but actually this person had been cheated twice on the road when he first came out to work, and after messing around outside for a few years, still wanted to pretend to be a knowledgeable person in front of Chen Er Gou.

  Chen Ergou, although not as wealthy and noble as some people who have a strange and eccentric temperament when dealing with outsiders, has not reached the level of being a freak in his interactions with others. However, he still needs to rely on his relatives from this village who are well-known for their good reputation outside, at least for now. Being able to tolerate is not a bad thing, so he continues to observe the words and actions of those swindlers, but suddenly catches a glimpse of a short man with a sly look in his eyes, who has been reading a newspaper for over half an hour, staring at him. Chen Ergou can't help but be vigilant about this guy's intentions, pretending not to notice on the surface while waiting for his next move, using the valuable experience he gained from his long-term struggles with the many cunning people in Zhangjiashan.

  That man, whose appearance was stern and exceeded the age limit, stared at Chen Erdog with all his might, finally throwing away the newspaper that served as a disguise, nakedly, just like seeing a wild ginseng.

  Soon even Chen Ergou's fellow villager noticed the stranger's weird eyes. He looked at Chen Ergou, who was pretending to be stupid as usual, and then at this guy who didn't look like a real farmer at all, but rather like a three-legged donkey. The two of them sitting together made him feel very uncomfortable, and he felt unsafe.

  Chen Ergou remained silent, refusing to utter a word, and the standoff lasted for fifteen or sixteen minutes. Just as the onlooker from their hometown dozed off again, the person opposite him finally couldn't hold it in anymore and exclaimed with emotion: "Brother, you're not simple at all."

  "What did you say?" Chen Ergou's expression was one of delighted surprise, his acting skills no less than those of the "masses actors" who sang in unison. Chen Ergou didn't need to look in a mirror to know that he now had an extremely rustic and rural look of furtive joy and apprehension at seeing a large sum of money. Not daring to show off this talent in front of the woman who claimed not to be the daughter of a high-ranking official didn't mean he couldn't handle a swindler like him.

  "The Diamond Sutra says 'forms are born from the mind', I happen to understand a bit about physiognomy, meeting someone on the way is fate, so I'll tell you something here, brother, if you believe me, I'll say it, if not, I won't open my mouth." He said seriously, his very old face full of sincerity.

  "Believe it." Chen Ergou nodded, "The Diamond Sutra"? He had heard of the book title, but as for what was inside, Chen Ergou, who had a poor literary background, was completely clueless. He still had some respect for the three teachings and nine streams in the Jianghu, although there were many half-baked people, but each industry inevitably had one or two "masters". It's just that Chen Ergou believed in this feng shui geomancy, not the person in front of him.

  "In terms of orthodox physiognomy, it's all about the three stops and five officials, twelve palaces. Sounds simple, but once you really get into it, you realize how profound it is. I was lucky to have learned from an old man in our village for a few years, although he passed away too soon and I didn't learn everything. But I did learn about the 'Inspector', 'Upper Stop' and 'Brother Palace' as well as 'Slave Palace'. So, reading eyes and eyebrows is my strong suit." The person spoke fluently, with flying eyebrows and spitting saliva everywhere.

  "Then show me." Chen Ergou said with a smile, this string of terms made him dizzy, although he believed it, but he never touched it, this was completely different from Fugui, the latter did not dare to talk about Feng Shui in front of others, and also inherited many strange views from his grandfather.

  "If someone looks at a person's facial features and says they have a petty appearance, or sees someone with big ears stuck to the skin and says they are extremely lucky, these people are definitely amateurs who haven't even entered that door. Can you see what's inside when standing outside the door? Brother, isn't it this logic?" He saw Chen Er Gou nodding, and continued with satisfaction: "Brother, to be honest, those outsiders want to see your face, they must say something like 'your ears are exposed and you're destined to be poor all your life' or 'your eyebrows are narrow and long, and your mind is narrow, you won't live a long life', then cheat you out of money to ward off disasters. Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person."

  Chen Ergou suppressed his smile and continued to maintain a serious expression, acting as a devout listener.

  That person suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "The reason I say you're not simple is that your eyebrow palace grid is extremely uncommon. Separately, they don't stand out, but when combined, it's extraordinary. According to what my master taught me, this clearly indicates a Zi Wei destiny, of course there are many types within the Zi Wei category, which specific one you belong to I'd rather not say, these things can't be revealed, saying too much would shorten my lifespan. By the way, do you know what Zi Wei means?"

  Chen Erdou shook his head, he really didn't understand.

  He swore solemnly, "Cao Cao knew it too, just like you, this is the eye brow. My master's chart had detailed records, I remember very clearly, he also told me that there was someone in modern times who was almost the same."

  "Who?" Chen Ergou asked.

  Chen Ergou struggled to hold back his laughter, finding it extremely difficult to suppress the urge. He had to turn his head and cough a few times to divert this almost overwhelming emotion. In fact, if this guy were talking about anything else, it would be fine, but he specifically mentioned Chen Ergou's eyebrows, which was a flaw. It wasn't some random nonsense about purple willows or anything related to Cao Cao. Chen Ergou didn't know if he had been fooled by his own boasts, but the other person's face turned slightly red. If not for their dark skin, they would have turned bright red like Guan Yu. Chen Ergou skillfully searched his pockets and said with a pretentious tone: "This time when I left home, my mom said I would definitely meet a noble person. I think it must be you. I don't have much money on me, just over a thousand. Don't mind the small amount."

  His eyes lit up instantly, and his facial muscles twitched slightly, what an excitement.

  In the end, Chen Ergou fumbled around for half a day and finally pulled out a 50-cent note, handing it to the stunned man with a serious expression, saying: "That's all the change I have, sorry about that."

  The wolf and the rabbit met in a very cold joke.

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