Yun Qiao never expected that after sitting there for an entire morning without anyone paying attention to her, she would actually receive so many loyal customers in the afternoon and evening!
She also wanted to do her best to help them, but at a glance, there were more than a hundred people lining up. Even if she stayed up all night reading fortune-tellers, she wouldn’t be able to finish reading so many people.
Faced with such a magnificent group of customers, she rolled her big eyes and came up with a good idea. “How about this? I’ll give you a number. Whoever gets a number, when I come out next week, I’ll give you priority, okay?”
Although it was a helpless move, everyone had no better idea, so they could only agree.
For a time, Luoyang paper was expensive. Yun Qiao wrote a number, and it was immediately snatched by the people in line like jewels.
Soon, more than a hundred number cards were distributed.
Everyone was finally willing to leave.
