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The Adventures on the Green Train
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My name is Gao Yang, and I used to be the owner of a small winery in Shanghai.
Due to the impact of the pandemic, my business plummeted, leaving me deep in debt.
I had no choice but to head south to Guangzhou in search of work.
That day was my first time riding the Green Train, and it was also my first experience of what it truly meant to be packed like sardines.
The hard seat carriage was filled with people, even the aisles were crowded.
I could only sit on the dirty floor next to my suitcase.
In the same row was a slightly overweight middle-aged man who introduced himself as Ma Ming and claimed to be a fortune teller.
I didn't believe in such things, but out of boredom, I started chatting with him.
He told me he was a local from Yue Dong and had just come from his hometown, preparing to work in Guangzhou.
I asked him why he would still work if he could tell fortunes. He replied that there were too many con artists in fortune-telling these days, and he felt embarrassed to compete with them for business.
I nodded in understanding and told him that I was a regional sales manager for Some Liquor Group and was going to Guangzhou to expand the market.
Ma Ming seemed quite interested in my position, repeatedly bowing his hands in respect. "Manager Gao, I am honored!"
I shook my head modestly, but inside, I felt quite pleased.
Since going bankrupt, it had been a long time since anyone called me "boss."
Ma Ming sat up straight, sizing me up from head to toe, and finally gave me a thumbs up. "Manager Gao, with your looks, you were born to be a big boss!"
I smiled noncommittally.
He leaned in closer. "Manager Gao, do you believe in fate?"
"Fate is something that exists if you believe in it, and doesn't if you don't," I replied casually.
"No, no, no! Fate is predetermined. Just like how we met in this vast sea of people—it's fate!"
Ma Ming looked at me with shining eyes. "Manager Gao, since we have such a connection, how about I read your fortune?"
I nodded in agreement; after all, I had nothing better to do.
He claimed to be a legitimate Taoist practitioner from the Fifty-Third Generation and said he never charged for fortune-telling.
He even poured me a cup of tea to refresh my mind.
After I provided my birth details, he began calculating with his fingers.
After a while, he finally spoke up. "Manager Gao, you've recently encountered some romantic luck!"
"Peach Blossom?"
Ma Ming stroked his beard mysteriously. "Yes! Peach Blossom Luck, the Peach Blossom Catastrophe! Enjoy the beauty of the peach blossoms, but you must also bear the consequences!"
"Consequences? What consequences?" I felt a sudden panic.
"The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed!" Ma Ming said with a serious tone.
I knew he was just talking nonsense, but I couldn't help but feel a flicker of anticipation.
Peach Blossom Luck? The Peach Blossom Catastrophe?
Could it be that the blossoms would not bloom?
As I pondered this, a Female Attendant pushed a food cart over.
She was tall and slender, with delicate features and fair, smooth skin. Her large eyes sparkled with life.
The fitted uniform accentuated her perfect curves.
This attendant was incredibly beautiful!
Could it be that my Peach Blossom Luck had finally arrived?
The Female Attendant observed the passengers' expressions while selling tickets. When it was my turn, she smiled and asked, "What can I get for you?"
Her voice was soft and pleasant, making my heart flutter.
Feigning seriousness, I picked up the teacup and took a sip. "I'll have a beer."
She apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't have beer here."
I suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. "Then I'll have a glass of water."
She nodded with a smile and poured me a glass of water. "Enjoy, sir."
As I watched her walk away, I couldn't help but swallow hard.
It seemed like she kept glancing back at me!
Could it be that she was interested in me too?
What a twist of fate!
Just as I was lost in thought, Ma Ming suddenly coughed beside me. "Manager Gao, your peach blossom has arrived."
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