A Simple Divination, Confession And Punishment

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Birds are chirping in the morning light, the golden sunlight from the sky shines on Victoria Harbour, and the bridge is crowded with cars and pedestrians.

　　A new day has arrived in Hong Kong.

　　A stall cart carrying a glass cabinet passed through the dense crowd of citizens rushing to work and finally arrived at Temple Street on time.

　　Chu Yuening parked the car in the stall.

　　The Chu Ji Tang Shui stall was already crowded with people.

　　She first glanced at the stall next door. The familiar milk tart stall was still not set up and the stall was empty.

　　Ah Shan Po didn't put out any fruit either. She was certain that Lin Jiahua would open the stall on time. When she saw the empty stall, she was surprised: "What's wrong with Ah Hua? He hasn't opened the stall in so many days. Your fortune-telling stall is doing so well, there must be a lot of people buying his milk tarts."

　　"Yeah." Chu Yuening couldn't help but worry. After all, everyone knew Lin Jiahua's situation. He lived frugally and worked hard to make money. "Why did he take a break after two days?"
"I'll go borrow De Ge's landline to make a call and ask." Ashanpo looked at the huge crowd of fortune-tellers and turned to go to the tea restaurant.

　　Chu Yuening bent down, took out the wooden table from under the stall and opened it, then took out two small wooden stools and placed them on both sides of the wooden table.

　　Then, she looked at the people outside the car and smiled, "Only two people are allowed to stay a day. The other guests except the first two can leave now."

　　After a while, most of the people in the long queue were gone, but there were still many neighbors who had seen the news and stayed to see if Chu Yuening was really as miraculous as described in the newspapers.

　　The first one was a fashionable woman, wearing a red leather skirt and black silk boots, her long hair dyed burgundy and pinned behind her head, her slender arms hugging her chest.

　　After hearing that others could go back, she glanced back while chewing gum, retracted her gaze and walked into the stall, put the red wallet on the table, sat down, and continued chewing gum.

　　"My sisters said that a magical fortune teller came to Temple Street and her predictions were very accurate. It turned out to be you. Two hundred apiece?"

　　Chu Yuening recognized the woman as the one who bumped into her that day, and said, "If you think it's expensive, you don't have to count it."

　　"Who said it's expensive? I don't think so. If you really calculate it accurately, adding another zero is not too much."

　　Since Cong Ling came here, she has already inquired about the price. She earns nearly a thousand yuan a day, and the price of two hundred yuan per divination is not bad in her opinion.

　　As soon as she finished speaking, Cong Ling continued to chew gum and sigh.

　　"But it's better to make money with acquaintances than with strangers. It's worth it for Sister to skip work and go downstairs to queue up early."

　　Chu Yuening thought that Cong Ling had an interesting personality, so she asked with a smile, "What do you want to calculate?"

　　Cong Ling hasn't spoken yet.

　　Among the people watching from behind was the wife of Cong Ling's former customer, who recognized her and sneered at her.

　　"What's a streetwalker? You must be thinking about where your future husband is. Don't you think about who would dare to marry you?"