Psychic Tattoo Chapter 11 The Mistress Miao Weiwei

I thought: Mimi earns more than one hundred thousand in one month anyway, she wouldn't run away just for ten thousand.

"Thank you. If it works, I'll give you a bonus of two thousand." Mimi said as she dressed, grabbed her bag, and hurriedly left the tattoo parlor.

I watched her leave, quite satisfied. A tattoo worth twelve thousand, I have never done such an expensive tattoo before. Even if did a full back tattoo for a person, it cost only around two thousand. This Yin and Yang Tattoo was really valuable.

I made a quick calculation in my head. With more than twelve thousand Yuan, my mother's disease had a good hope of improvement. And using Yin and Yang Tattoo to make money was very fast. If I did them twice a day, in forty days it would be completely possible to earn the eight hundred thousand for my mum to do the renal transplantation.

I took out my phone and changed my personal signature on WeChat and QQ: exorcise and suppress ghosts, change your luck, seek wealth. A tattoo can help you do it.

When I was finished, I also sent an introductory article about Yin and Yang Tattoo to the WeChat friends circle and QQ space. When I finished it, I packed my things and went home to sleep.

The next morning, I washed my face and rinse my mouth, then got on the tram, carrying a shovel, to find coffin soil.

Coffin soil was the thin layer of soil that covered the top of a coffin. I had to find a remote grave to dig up.

In fact, I could find someone to buy it from, but it was expensive, so I would usually do it by myself.

I had just gone out when Mimi phoned me.

"Hey, brother, your tattoo really works. Ever since last night, I did not feel the eyes stare at me, but I did have a dream, which was also very scary, but I cannot remember much of it. I can only recall a person going head to head with me, but I really forgot the other details. Is Bai still disturbing me?" Mimi asked me.

I said: "I'm not sure. In any case, you must have a complete Yin and Yang Tattoo."

"Alright! I'll give you the money when the tattoo is finished tomorrow." Mimi was in a good mood now; she sounded happy on the phone.

I hung up the phone. Hey, I have already earned this twelve thousand. Although… There was the dream, but the "dream"... She should be fine, who didn't have the occasional nightmare?

I felt a little careless.

I put away the mobile phone, and rode the tram straight to Babao Mountain. Only a few minutes had gone by when my phone rang again.

"Who is this?" I pulled out the phone. It was a relatively strange number, but out of professional habits, I directly introduce myself, "Hello, I am a tattoo artist. How can I help you?"

From the other end there came a woman's slightly hoarse, laughing voice, "hah, Yu Shui, my old classmate, I haven't met you in these past few years. You have become a tattooist? Hah, how is life now?"

"Not so good. Who are you?" The voice I heard was familiar. It must have been my friend, but I could not figure out which friend.

"Forget? I'm Miao... Wei... Wei." The woman deliberately elongated the tone.

I patted my head, "Oh, class beauty, hello."

Miao Weiwei was my high school classmate. I used to have a good feeling toward her, but she had a very high vision and she usually didn't look at me.

Later I heard from the rest of the students who knew the inside story that when Miao Weiwei was in college, she became the lover of a big boss; then she was promoted and became the wife of the big boss.

"I remember, I remember. Everyone said you married a good husband, and now you are wearing gold and silver," I said.

"He is not very good, just rich; illiterate and uncultured." Miao was only being modest. She went on, "But my life is good. Have you seen Chen Xiuli? She was also beautiful and found a college husband, but what was the use? That college student had culture but could not to earn money. Every day she was as poor as a dog. I cannot even imagine it."

I felt a bit of discomfort when hearing this. You are kept as a mistress by your husband. Her life is poor, but at least she relies on her own hands to make money, so why are you showing off?

But I could not say that out loud, because it only takes a few words to offend someone, and she didn't have it coming.

I smiled again, "Alas, life is impermanent. Oh, what do you want me to do?"

"Nothing, just talking to you; we are old friend of many years, aren't we?" She said.

When she said that I thought to myself, don't take it so seriously. Our relationship wasn't that good. Have you even sent me a QQ message from our high school graduation five or six years ago? You call me an old friend?

I coughed, "Class Beauty Miao, since you said we are old friends, if you have something to say, just say it."

"OK, to be frank," she said happily," I read your article in your QQ space, and it said that Yin and Yang Tattoo is particularly powerful; it can exorcise ghosts?"

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