Chapter 24

After Yu Qingying returned home, her mind was still preoccupied with Tang Zhendong's meticulous analysis of those ten phone numbers. She didn't know when she finally fell into a deep sleep. Even in her dreams, she still saw Tang Zhendong's confident expression.

In the middle of the night, Tang Zhendong got up to sit for a while, then went to the fruit wholesale market to buy goods. The sales from yesterday were so good that it made Tang Zhendong feel almost unreal.

After returning, he washed his face and then rushed to the small square in the Happy Community. There, the Xingyi Quan master Li Yuanshan was standing in a horse stance, waiting for Tang Zhendong's arrival.

"Xingyi Quan is a type of internal martial art, famous for its combat techniques. It is characterized by direct and aggressive attacks, with punches as swift as lightning and thunder. The form is relaxed, but the intention is tight. The external form is not rigid, and the combat techniques are varied. Practicing Xingyi Quan, the Three-Body Stance is the foundation, the Five Elements Fist is the base, and the Twelve Animal Forms are the guidelines. Today, we will start with the Three-Body Stance."

Tang Zhendong already had a foundation in internal martial arts, and with his intelligence, he learned very quickly. By the end of the morning, not only had he mastered the essence of the Three-Body Stance, but he also performed the Five Elements Fist with great vigor. This amazed Li Yuanshan, who had never encountered such a talented student before.

"Xiao Tang, you're not early today. I got here before you." Old Ye looked at Tang Zhendong riding his tricycle over and greeted him with a smile.

Tang Zhendong casually picked up a peach and threw it to Old Ye, "Don't wash it, the peach fuzz is good for the stomach."

Old Ye laughed, "Don't fool me, the peach fuzz makes my hands itch. If it gets into my stomach, it will make my stomach all itchy."

Tang Zhendong knew Old Ye was joking, so he just laughed along and didn't say anything more.

"Peaches, big and sweet peaches!" Old Ye was indeed skilled at business. As soon as he started shouting, people were drawn over.

"Old Ye, I think we should switch roles. You help me sell fruit, and I'll help you read fortunes. What do you think?"

"Pfft!" Old Ye was about to say that fortune-telling was a skill, while selling fruit required no skill at all. But then he remembered that Tang Zhendong might actually be more skilled at fortune-telling than he was. Tang Zhendong's knowledge of feng shui at Old Li's and Wang Cuifeng's house was something he had never heard before, and it sounded very reasonable. Although afterward, Tang Zhendong insisted that he only knew a bit of medical knowledge and nothing about feng shui. But Old Ye, being a seasoned hand, wasn't easily convinced.

"Xiao Tang, you know what, I think your idea is actually pretty good. You do have the potential to become a great fortune-teller. Alright, deal."

Tang Zhendong had only been joking, but Old Ye took it seriously, which left Tang Zhendong both amused and exasperated.

Today, with Old Ye's enthusiastic calls, Tang Zhendong's business was once again a success. Most of the fruit he brought by bike was sold out, leaving only some bruised and damaged ones. As a thank you, Tang Zhendong treated Old Ye to lunch, which was just a boxed meal for ten yuan.

"Xiao Tang, come home with me today, and we'll have a drink?" Old Ye put his worries aside. His fortune-telling business was now optional, going with the flow, doing it when there was work and playing when there wasn't.

"Sure, but I should tell you, we'll probably just drink. It will take another day or two to treat your wife's Zhongyang and Jiutailiao acupoints again. If you treat me today, it will be a complete loss, hahaha."

Tang Zhendong smoothly got Old Ye to pay for the drinks again, and he laughed heartily.

These days, Tang Zhendong and Old Ye got along well, and they could speak frankly to each other. Old Ye was genuinely grateful to Tang Zhendong because his wife had been feeling much better, with no more chest tightness or shortness of breath.

"Ring, ring, ring." In today's society, only Tang Zhendong still had such an old-fashioned phone, and only such an old-fashioned phone could produce such a distinctive ringtone.

"Hello, is this Tang Zhendong?" A clear and pleasant voice came from the phone.

Tang Zhendong immediately recognized the voice. It was Yu Qingying. His heart raced, even though he was smart and experienced, this was his first time feeling the thrill of love. "Yes, Qingying, hello."

"Hehe, I'm not feeling well." Yu Qingying deliberately made her voice deep, but Tang Zhendong could tell through the deep voice that she wasn't as bad as she claimed. Still, he played along.

"Oh? What's wrong? Tell me, I'm the most famous barefoot doctor in our village."

"Barefoot doctor? Do you think you're a doctor just because you're barefoot?" Yu Qingying wanted to laugh out loud at Tang Zhendong's joke but held back.

"Do you mean I need to wear a white coat?"

"Hehehe," Yu Qingying laughed so hard she was bent over.

Some people need very obvious jokes to be amused, but smart people tell jokes that are only half-funny, leaving the funny part for the listener to figure out.

A good joke needs a good listener.

"Annoying, I'm already so hungry that my stomach is touching my back. That laugh just made the little bit of food in my stomach disappear. How do you plan to compensate me?"

A woman's light scolding is the source of a man's fantasies. Especially a beauty like Yu Qingying, who could touch the softest part of Tang Zhendong's heart.

"Then I'll take you out to eat?"

"Eating is a must, but I want to eat fruit first." Yu Qingying didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

"Sure, sure."

"What do you mean 'sure, sure'? You just say 'sure' without giving me an address. How am I supposed to find you?" Yu Qingying had just finished work and was walking out of the newspaper building.

"I'm on the small commodity street next to the train station."

"Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes." As soon as Tang Zhendong finished speaking, Yu Qingying said this and hung up the phone.

Tang Zhendong had just given the address when he realized he didn't have any decent fruit left on his cart. This wasn't a very sincere way to treat a guest. Should he go to another stall to buy some? Just as he was about to act, Old Ye leaned in, "Xiao Tang, who was that, your girlfriend?"

Tang Zhendong quickly waved his hands, "No, no, just a classmate, a classmate."

Old Ye saw Tang Zhendong's flustered and hurried explanation and couldn't help but laugh. He was a seasoned hand and very good at reading people. Tang Zhendong's facial changes didn't escape his notice.

"It's fine, Xiao Tang. Even if it's your girlfriend, it's not embarrassing. Young people these days all have someone, right? Besides, we're so familiar. Even if your girlfriend isn't as pretty as my daughter, I won't say anything to hurt you, don't worry."

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