Xiao Ying held his arms and looked at it.

When it was dark, the billboard was also ready. Turn on the power supply, the neon lights lit up, and it kept wandering around the outside of the billboard, and it kept flashing. This was the most popular advertising decoration style at that time. It could illuminate the contents of the billboard and could be seen clearly from a distance.

Xiao Ying hugged his hands and looked carefully at the contents on the sign. The big words above said: "Global Disease Diagnosis and Treatment Consulting Co., Ltd.."

Below is the content on his white cloth sheet, which is written in artistic form: "Difficult diseases cannot be cured for a long time; a half-immortal in the world, guide the mist. It is not considered a compensation of ten yuan."

Although when discussing the content of the billboard yesterday, the staff of the advertising company felt that it was too rustic and suggested that he delete it, he firmly kept it because this is the unique thing about his company. As for how to build a large-scale company in the future, how to make a brand? Besides, it is certainly impossible to use this relatively simple brand at that time.

Xiao Ying took dozens of steps back, looked at the words on the sign from afar, and it was still clearly visible, so he nodded.

When he was looking at the listing, he suddenly found that the top floor of the two-story bungalow he rented seemed to have a wall, but there was no figure on it.

So he called Zhuoran, pointed to the two-story building and asked, "Can you go up to the top floor?"

"Yes, you have to climb up the ladder there. The ladder is very high and usually not reachable."

Xiao Ying was happy. What he was worried about now was that there was no place to continue exercising and practicing his routine. If there was an open space on the top floor, it would be better. He hurriedly said, "Can you take me to see it?"

"Okay!" Zhuoran led him into the alley and to the end of their row of second-floor bungalows. There was a passage of about one meter between them and another row of two-story bungalows. Xiao Ying didn't pay attention before. He came here and found that there was a steel bar about two meters high on the wall of this passage, which was made into a ladder embedded on the wall, extending to the top floor of the second floor.

You have to set up a ladder to get the ladder in mid-air.

However, it was not a big problem for Xiao Ying, who had been practicing for many years. He squatted up and rushed up, grabbed the beam of the bottom ladder, alternated his arms, stepped on the wall with his feet, and quickly climbed up the steel staircase and reached the top.

Zhuoran below was stunned: "You are even better than Shaolin Temple!"

Xiao Ying climbed up to the top floor and saw that it was very flat on it, but there was a chimney coming out of each unit. But it was on the inner side, so most of it was a flat open space, enough for him to practice routines.

He was very happy to find such an open space, and then grabbed the steel frame and slipped down, saying to Zhuoran: "Didn't you say you won't go upstairs, right?"

"No, sometimes the chimney is blocked, so those who repair the chimney will climb up to repair it!"

Xiao Ying was even more relieved.

After the billboard was installed, Xiao Ying paid for it. After dinner, during the usual exercise time, he changed into sportswear and went from the steel stairs to the top floor platform. Just like in school, he worked out for about an hour before returning to his single-room company.

After that, every night whenever Xiao Ying would go to the top floor to exercise, regardless of wind or rain.

Before going to bed this night, Xiao Ying was a little nervous. He wondered if the five statues of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva that he spent so much money to make today were donated to the temple. I wonder if he would encounter disasters when he woke up the next morning?

I had something to do in my heart, but I couldn't sleep anymore. I tossed and turned the cakes on the bed, feeling that I would go out for a walk and relax.

He put on his clothes, pushed the door out, and took a walk in the railway station square.

It was late at night, but there were still many people at the train station. Because there were many night buses, he was wandering around the square aimlessly. An old man with a stack of books came over and said with a smile: "Buy some books, read it? It's boring on the train, and it's very cheap."

The old man regarded him as a passenger who was about to catch the train. Xiao Ying was feeling bored and wanted to read a lighter book and might be able to sleep.

"What books are there? Let's take a look." Xiao Ying said, reaching out to take all the stacks of books, reading them one by one, and there are also some martial arts romance, including several almanacs and a basic fortune telling book.

Xiao Ying was curious to use one of them to read, and the book was called "Introduction to Fortune Telling"

"It's interesting." Xiao Ying thought to himself that although the company he opened was a disease consulting company, it actually gave the impression that it was fortune telling. If he didn't even understand common sense of fortune telling, it would affect the communication between the two parties and the customer's trust in him. It seems that it is necessary to popularize fortune telling knowledge.

So he read it casually. The book was quite thick, including the eight characters, fortune-telling, appearance, yin and yang house Feng Shui, etc. The price printed at the back was 9.5 yuan. He said: "It's so expensive!"

"Brother, if you want it, you will get you 5 yuan cheaper."

Half of the time showed that there was a possibility of a price reduction. Moreover, looking at the paper and printing, it was obviously pirated. Xiao Ying threw the book to the old man and said indifferently: "If you finish reading this kind of book, you will throw it away. You won't get 5 yuan, - 3 yuan, if you don't sell it, you will lose it."

The old man took out another book from a pile of books and stuffed it to Xiao Ying and said, "Fortune-telling is indispensable. You can count 5 yuan for two books together. How about it? It's cheap enough!"

Xiao Ying took a look and found a book of "The Book of Changes". He originally wanted to say no, but when he heard the old man's words, he felt a little moved. It was indeed very useful to use the "The Book of Changes" to pretend to be in a profound and unfathomable appearance.

So he was too lazy to say anything, so he paid 5 yuan to the old man, and walked back while reading the two books.

I returned to the house and closed the door and lay on the bed, threw the Book of Changes on the table, and then started reading the Book of Fortune Telling, and started reading it one by one.

This book is easy to understand and easy to understand. Unfortunately, Xiao Ying didn't believe in fate. If he hadn't opened this fortune telling company, he wouldn't have read such books. He just forced the memory in his mind. Of course, he would be very tired of reading it, but there is one advantage. Because he was not interested, he quickly drowsy. Finally, he threw the book on the ground, pulled the light and fell asleep quickly.

The next day, he opened his eyes. The originally hanging heart was completely relieved because he slept very sweetly. He had no dreams until dawn, nor did he dream of the golden statue of the Bodhisattva surrounding him.

The stone hanging in his heart was almost put down, but another thing should have a headache for him, that is money.

The money he earned, including his dispatch fees, paid half of the deposit for the statue of the Buddha, Mihong illumination billboards, and scattered expenses, was left with less than a thousand yuan in his pocket. He still owed the other half of the statue of the Buddha statue to create the factory without paying it.

In other words, he has been in debt of 150 yuan until now.

What's this? No, I have to find a way to get the money.

However, before this, he planned to order a box of business cards first. This is a must. He wants to expand his influence. This thing must not be missing. The phone number of the business card can only be temporarily used with a snail snack public phone. It's really a bit unhappy. But now he really can't afford to install a phone, so he can just make do with it first.

There are many so-called printing companies that customize business cards at the railway station. He found one, chose a style, paid a deposit, and then came out to return to the company. Grandma Tian brought breakfast and sat down to start eating.

As he was eating, two people came in at the door. He was delighted, and the customer came to the door.

Seeing them, Xiao Ying was stunned for a moment, because one of them was the young man who had leukemia yesterday who fought with him in despair. Following him was a middle-aged man with a sick look on his face and rubbed his forehead with his hands from time to time.

Xiao Ying stood up and thought to herself that she didn't dream of fighting last night, so she wouldn't have fought with him today. Seeing his flattering smile on his face, Xiao Ying even affirmed his thoughts, and smiled and said, "It's you, is there anything wrong?"

The young man quickly stepped forward and bowed properly and said, "Master, I am here to thank you. Yesterday you calculated leukemia for me. I offended you in a hurry. I am really sorry. You are kind enough not to accept me a penny. I still fight with you. Thinking about it, I really feel sorry for you." After that, he bowed again. Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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