Chapter 8 I Really Sell Kitchen Knives
Lin Xianyu opened the car door, got out and said, "My dad just called me and said that in ancient times, big and powerful families would hire a master to sit at home. If something like what happened to our family before happened, it would prevent the family from being frightened. This master may not know other things, but he will know a little about Feng Shui, divination, exorcism and avoiding evil. He doesn't necessarily have to be at home all year round. He just needs to be able to contact someone when something happens and give suggestions for solutions. I heard that it was called a worshiper in the past, but now it is called a consultant?"
"Ah, what do you mean by telling me this?" Wang Jingzhe asked with his head tilted.
Lin Xianyu curved her crescent eyes and said, "My dad said that meeting you is our destiny."
"I'm just a kitchen knife , you're overthinking it..." After Wang Jingzhe said this, he suddenly turned around and left, leaving Lin Xianyu, who still had a lot to say, hanging there.
“Hey, hey, why are you just leaving like that?” Lin Xianyu said quickly, “I haven’t finished what I’m going to say yet. My dad said the price is negotiable. You can ask for whatever you want.”
"Goodbye, no time to shake hands!" Wang Jingzhe waved without turning his head.
"Fengdu, where's Fengdu?" Lin Xianyu grumbled angrily, then took out her phone and called Lin Yuan. Her father listened to the conversation between the two and said without surprise, "It's okay. If people like them were so easy to hire, then everyone could hire them. They would just be everywhere and worthless. You can find a way to hire him later, but you must not lose contact. Start by getting to know each other. Do you have his phone number?"
"There's no phone call, but he will definitely come again in half a month, and I'll just have to wait for him then," Lin Xianyu said confidently.
What Lin Yuan said was correct. About a hundred years ago, some wealthy families at that time would enshrine a master or gentleman who knew something about feng shui and exorcism. However, with the changes of the times and historical reforms, especially after the destruction of the four olds, this kind of belief gradually disappeared, especially in the north. Only the northeastern region still has people praying for guardian deities.
However, people in the southeast coast, especially in Guangdong, Guangxi, Hong Kong, Macao, southern Fujian and other places believe in these and such practices are more popular, but the masters they invite no longer sit in the hall. They just keep in touch with each other and invite them over when there is something to do. The worship has also turned into consulting.
You are like those wealthy people in Hong Kong and Macau. They all know some masters or experts. They usually treat them as guests of honor and give them red envelopes of considerable amount every year. In fact, it is to keep the bond between themselves and the other party. They will also invite them to come and take a look when a child is born, someone passes away, or they are planning to move to a new house, or when the company opens a construction site.
After the commotion at home a few days ago, Lin Yuan became interested in hiring someone, but unfortunately the person he met was a knife seller who walked around the community and never sat in the hall!
The knife-selling clan is like this. They are not confined to one place, but travel around the country all year round . No one knows where they come from and where they will go in the end. You may not be able to find them even if you look for them deliberately. But they may be squatting in a corner near you, with a few kitchen knives spread out in front of them, with their arms folded and not shouting to sell, just waiting for people to come forward and buy a kitchen knife on credit. When the prophecy comes true or something happens at home, the knife-selling clan will go to collect the debt.
Wang Jingzhe has been traveling among the people in the past two years. Just as he said, when he heard someone singing about Chengdu, he went to Sichuan. When he heard someone singing about Zhengzhou, he went to central Henan. He lived a very free life, going wherever he wanted and having no fixed place to live for many years.
This time, Wang Jingzhe came to the capital, not only because he wanted to pick up Ding Wu from prison, but also because he had a debt to settle. After settling the debt in the capital, he had to go to Longxi again. Wang Jingzhe said that he would basically not do anything this year, and would just settle these two debts.
The accounts in the capital were left by his grandfather, and if you go back further, it has been more than forty years.
Seeing this, I think it's clear that the Wang family has been selling knives on credit for generations, and by his generation, no one knows how many generations it has been passed down.
Daxing Tianhe Prison is located at the southernmost part of the capital, almost out of the capital. After seeing Ding Wu, Wang Jingzhe had to go to the city. This area is relatively remote, so he walked two kilometers before getting on a bus , and then went through more than ten stops before arriving at a subway station.
It was around six o'clock, when the traffic was the most congested, with people coming and going and squeezing each other. Wang Jingzhe, wearing a navy blue long-distance running suit and carrying a tattered bag, was particularly eye-catching, but he dressed like this all year round and didn't care at all. He just followed the crowd into the subway entrance, but had some trouble going through security check.
There were several kitchen knives in the bag, which are considered dangerous goods in Beijing. They were confiscated by security guards as soon as they passed the security gate.
"Sir, what's in your bag?" the security officer asked, pointing at the screen.
"The handle of a kitchen knife is so obvious." Wang Jingzhe opened his bag, let the security officer take a look, and said, "I sell kitchen knives..."
He had said this line countless times while taking public transportation over the years, and he was asked this question almost every time he went to a place.
It works in other places, but not here, because this is the capital, and kitchen knives are not allowed to be carried in this way.
"Sorry sir, you are carrying dangerous goods and cannot enter the subway"
"How can I be anywhere else?"
"Other places are not Beijing." The security inspector's godlike logic left Wang Jingzhe speechless.
The two security guards next to him were holding batons and staring at him fiercely, as if they would arrest him if they had any disagreement. Wang Jingzhe knew this very well. Even if they were arrested, he would have no place to seek justice because this was the capital.
"Hua La" Wang Jingzhe pulled up his bag and put it on his back, turned around and left. A young man in his twenties in the corner next to him looked at his back with a dazed look. After the man walked out of the subway exit, he came to his senses, stood up and hurriedly followed.
Since he couldn't take the subway, he could only take the bus. Wang Jingzhe walked towards the nearest bus stop, and then someone followed him, jogging.
"Bang" Wang Jingzhe turned around suddenly, and the figure behind him didn't react in time and bumped into him.
" Why are you following me?" Wang Jingzhe asked the young man in front of him with dark eyes and a listless look.
"Well, well, what, I, I want to ask..." The young man asked nervously, "Are you a knife seller on credit?"
"I don't work for anyone. I sell kitchen knives."
"No, no, I mean are you a knife seller on credit?" The young man said anxiously, "When I was a child, my grandfather told me that there is a profession called knife seller on credit. In addition to fortune-telling for people, they also understand Feng Shui and Yin and Yang."
