The fortune teller who set up a stall became the first strategist of the Republic of China

"Do you know this person?" Gao Qingqiu asked.

Miss Wang smiled helplessly. "This bearded man owes our family a great favor, so he's very respectful to us. But in society, he's a completely different person, bullying men and women and being arrogant and domineering."

"Two-faced man!" Gao Qingqiu said coldly.

"Mr. Gao, something happened at my home. Please go and help us solve it." Miss Wang said anxiously.

"What happened?" Gao Qingqiu frowned.

"Come with me, you'll know when you get there." Miss Wang opened the car door.

……

The driver drove them to a noodle factory.

Gao Qingqiu and Wang Ruyi got off the car.

The two of them entered the noodle factory.

"This is another factory run by my father, but the sales volume is too low. What do you think we should do?" Wang Ruyi pushed open the door of the warehouse.

Gao Qingqiu looked at the noodles and said, "It's not that the quality of your noodles is bad, but that you haven't done any good deeds."

“How can I do good deeds?”

Gao Qingqiu said meaningfully, "According to my calculations, tomorrow morning, many hungry people will pour into Yunjian City from the west. If your father can take out some noodles, set up an iron pot outside the city, and stew them for these hungry people, he will be blessed. Your family's reputation will spread far and wide. By then, will you still worry about not being able to sell your noodles?"

"Okay, my dad is not a stingy person, he will probably agree." Wang Ruyi nodded.

Gao Qingqiu suggested leaving.

Wang Ruyi called the factory chef and made him a bowl of noodles with chopped green onions and oil.

After eating it, Gao Qingqiu praised it highly.

Wang Ruyi smiled and said, "If you like it, you can come and eat every day."

"That's not necessary, haha. Your noodles are so good, they will definitely sell well." Gao Qingqiu said in a firm tone.

……

One morning seven days later, Gao Qingqiu had just come out of his rented house and was walking near the overpass when someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.

He turned around and looked, "Cui Zhan!?"

"Master, I made money, you were right. I made 10 times the money by buying and selling rice in Mingzhou, haha." Cui Zhan laughed loudly, revealing the pink flesh on his gums.

Gao Qingqiu pursed his lips and said, "It's mainly because you have the courage and guts!"

"Let's go, let's have a drink together!"

After saying that, Cui Zhan took Gao Qingqiu to a restaurant.

There is nothing but chicken, duck, fish and meat on the table, so it’s better not to say anything.

Gao Qingqiu most admires people who know how to be grateful, so he decides to show Cui Zhan another way to get rich.

"Brother, I've observed that the rich people in Yunjian City are addicted to eating mutton. You should quickly go to Suihua to buy a few hundred sheep, transport them here, and slaughter them on the spot. I guarantee you'll make a lot of money." Gao Qingqiu took a sip of wine.

"I heard there's a war going on in Suihua. Why don't we go to Gansu? There are lots of sheep there." Cui Zhan picked up a chicken leg and started chewing on it.

"You have to remember that in any business, speed is key. Once you miss an opportunity, the money will be earned by others. Do you understand?" Gao Qingqiu had a low alcohol tolerance and his face turned red.

"I know. I will go to Gansu after dinner." Cui Zhan nodded repeatedly.

"Don't bring so much money with you. Put it all in the bank. When you get to Gansu, you can withdraw the money when you buy sheep." Gao Qingqiu put the wine cup on the table.

"Uh-huh."

Gao Qingqiu picked up a piece of garlic-covered sea bass with chopsticks and said, "I've calculated for you. Your fortune will be very good within the next 15 days. After 15 days, it's hard to say."

"I know, I know. I must make more money this time. Only making money can bring me joy and a happy life." There was a gleam in Cui Zhan's eyes.

After the meal, Cui Zhan rushed to pay the bill.

The two parted ways in front of the restaurant.

Gao Qingqiu walked towards the overpass.

Suddenly, a car drove in front of him and stopped.

Gao Qingqiu's eyes were blurry and he shook his head hard, trying to get rid of the paralysis of alcohol on his brain.