Xie Shang left, and in the very spot where he had just stood, someone else waited, also anticipating someone's arrival.
The fortune-teller's gaze locked on, "Lady, why not have your fortune told?"
It was the exact same pitch as before, not a word changed, "Seek fortune and avoid calamity, no charge if it's not accurate."
The lady's surname was Jhiang, and atop her head she wore a luminous, amusement park-exclusive, oversized butterfly knot hairband, let's tentatively call her Mrs. Jhiang.
Mrs. Jhiang did not approach.
The persistent fortune-teller made a finger-calculating gesture, "Lady, you have been troubled by emotional issues recently, come on, have a reading."
Mrs. Jhiang hesitated, possibly bored from waiting too long, and went over.
The fortune-teller gestured with both hands, "Scan here."
"..."
Left on the table next to the red paper and divination slip of the previous customer, untouched, it all seemed quite unreliable.
Mrs. Jhiang scanned twenty yuan.