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At that moment, Wanwan was walking down the street, sulking. "Dad and big brother are such clingy people."
The bodyguard awkwardly adjusted his sunglasses, surprised to discover that the boss was actually a doting father.
In the shop windows along the street, there were adorable plush toys, delicious snacks, and beautiful little dresses. However, Wanwan didn't like any of them. She stood there in despair, shouting, "How can there be none at all?"
Seeing this, the bodyguard stepped forward. "Miss Wanwan, what do you want? We can help you find it."
Wanwan held up her little fingers and began counting. "Cinnabar, yellow paper, Yellow Flag."
Upon hearing this, the bodyguard behind her was instantly stunned. The young lady's interests were quite peculiar; they seemed different from those of other three-year-olds.
Noticing their dazed expressions, Wanwan felt a bit disappointed. "Is there really none? Maybe only that place will have what I want." With that, the bodyguard picked up Wanwan and headed to Antique Street.
As soon as they entered Antique Street, Wanwan's gaze was drawn to a Fortune-Telling Stall in the distance. Without waiting for the bodyguard to react, she jumped out of his arms and ran toward the fortune teller, intently examining the woman's palm lines.
However, the Fortuneteller did not notice her and instead confidently proclaimed, "Madam is truly blessed! The marriage line is straight and long; surely your married life is happy and your children are filial."
Hearing this, Wanwan put her hands on her hips and said indignantly, "Sir, money isn't earned this way; you'll face divine retribution!"
The Blind Man immediately panicked and waved his hands to push Wanwan away. "Go away, whose brat is this? Hurry up and take her away!"
Hiding behind the bodyguard, Wanwan explained, "You see, palm reading emphasizes that the left hand represents innate qualities while the right hand represents acquired traits. This lady has extended her left hand, yet you speak as if you understand the acquired traits perfectly."
Then Wanwan grabbed the rich woman's hand and examined it closely. "Auntie has a broad palm, indicating a harmonious family. However, the marriage line has been broken for three years. If I'm not mistaken, Auntie's husband has passed away three years ago."
The rich woman nodded in acknowledgment.
Wanwan continued to examine the lines on the wealthy woman's palm. "Auntie, are you trying to predict your lifespan?"
The rich woman’s eyes glistened with tears as she repeatedly affirmed, "Yes, yes, yes."
"Auntie, a person's fortune isn't fixed. If you believe in Wanwan, you should go get a check-up at the hospital."
As she spoke, the wealthy woman wiped away her tears with one hand while waving goodbye to Wanwan with the other, praising her as a good child.
Meanwhile, Blind Man was furious, nearly grinding his teeth in frustration. A perfectly good business opportunity had been ruined by that girl, and he wanted to teach her a lesson.
Suddenly, three burly men appeared behind Wanwan, chasing after Blind Man down the street. With no choice but to flee with his backpack, Blind Man stubbornly declared that if he ever saw Wanwan again, he would make her pay.
Wanwan smiled brightly and said, "You better not run; the more you run, the worse your luck will be."
Sure enough, Blind Man tripped over a stone and crashed into a garbage truck ahead of him, sending trash flying all over him.
Holding her nose against the foul smell, Wanwan remarked to the stinky Blind Man, "Uncle, don’t deceive people next time!"
Afterward, Wanwan approached a shop and heard someone shout before she even entered: "Boss, I need 500 sheets of yellow paper!"
At that moment, a Little Taoist rushed past Wanwan in a hurry.
Wanwan felt that the Taoist robe looked somewhat familiar but didn’t dwell on it. Instead, she turned to the shopkeeper and said, "Boss, prepare me some five-colored talisman paper, along with Cinnabar and Yellow Flag."
The shopkeeper frowned in annoyance. "What kind of little brat comes here to cause trouble? Do you think you can use these things?"
Wanwan lay on the counter, feeling wronged as she muttered to herself.
The bodyguard, not one to indulge the shop owner, pulled out a black gold card that nearly blinded the owner. "Our young lady wants these items. No need for chatter; just prepare them."
Seeing the money, the shop owner quickly gathered everything Wanwan requested. Wanwan examined the items, looking left and right, and finally bubbled with joy. "These are indeed good things."
Noticing her excitement, the bodyguard slammed the gold card on the table with authority. "Miss, how many of those items did you mention earlier? We’ll take them all."
The shop owner’s eyes sparkled with dollar signs, thinking he was about to strike it rich.
Suddenly, the earlier Little Taoist rushed in, drenched in sweat and holding money, shouting as he ran, "I need 300 more talismans!"
The shop owner was puzzled. "Didn’t you just buy 500?"
Panting heavily, Little Taoist explained, "Don't even mention it! This batch of disciples is too incompetent; they can't even draw Calming Talismans."
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Little Taoist scratched his head. "Because of this, my master is almost at his wit's end."
The shop owner replied, "You can come back tomorrow; today’s Yellow Talismans are all sold out."
Little Taoist anxiously asked, "How could you suddenly run out of stock?"
The shop owner pointed at Wanwan, who was about to leave. "That little Wealth God just bought up all the stock."
After hesitating for a moment, Little Taoist decided to chase after Wanwan. "Friend, please wait!"
Wanwan instinctively turned her head and asked, "Hmm?"
The Little Taoist wanted to ask her to sell him some Yellow Talismans. Just as he spoke, he felt embarrassed and tried to run away, but Wanwan grabbed him and said, "Why are you running? Don't you want the Yellow Talismans anymore?"
The Little Taoist was so touched he almost cried and uncertainly asked, "Are you going to sell them to me?"
Wanwan, however, pointed her finger and said, "No, no. Wanwan feels a connection with you and is preparing to give them to you."
Then she handed a stack of Yellow Talismans to the Little Taoist, who thought to himself that Wanwan was like a little Bodhisattva.
Next, Wanwan curiously asked the Little Taoist a question: "Is drawing talismans really that difficult?"
"You’re still young and don’t quite understand. Drawing talismans is the hardest thing. But my master often brags about his Three-Year-Old Junior Sister, saying she’s a genius who can draw talismans with just a stroke of the brush."
"But I always feel like my master is mostly just boasting."
Suddenly, Wanwan behind him said, "Is your master Xiang Deshou?"
The Little Taoist was somewhat astonished and replied, "How does she know?"
Wanwan playfully stuck out her tongue and said, "To be honest, I am his senior sister."
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