"Misunderstanding?" Feng Jun sneered and walked quickly towards the semi-open kitchen.
I glanced at the woman and then focused on Lao Fu.
At this moment, he was stuck in place, his slightly raised squinting eyes showing a bit of panic.
But he was clearly trying to stay calm.
Feng Jun walked towards him, but he didn't dodge. Instead, he took the initiative and walked out from behind the stove, wiping his hands on his waist.
He walked toward me very quickly.
Obviously, his reaction caught Feng Jun off guard. Feng Jun turned his head and looked at me, with questioning in his eyes.
I shook my head calmly, but Feng Jun didn't do anything.
Soon, the old man walked up to me.
"Mr. Luo, what's the matter with you?" Lao Fu's voice was thin and somewhat hoarse.
"It's something." I nodded and looked at Lao Fu with slightly narrowed eyes.
When he and I looked at each other, it was obvious that his eyes were looking downward.
This fits the saying again, those who look down are timid!
"Business is going well." I said calmly.
"It all depends on the reputation of the boss lady and the prestige of the Feng family. The surrounding fishermen and boatmen take care of the business. However, I gave the boss lady my share of the profits according to the amount." Lao Fu looked down even harder, but his tone Rather calm.
After a few words, I knew that this old Fu was a smart man. In his words, he brought out the Feng family and He Caier. He also said that he would give money according to the rules, completely lowering his attitude.
If it were someone else, under this situation, they wouldn't do anything to him at all.
I know he is causing trouble, but there is no evidence, the only thing is the analysis of his face! And the fit of the omen of the haunted house.
My thoughts were fleeting, and my eyes fell on Lao Fu without moving at all.
"You seem to be doing well, man." I nodded again.
Lao Fu raised his head, with a smile on his face, and he was about to speak.
I glanced at the thermos bucket held in Feng Jun's hand and said calmly: "The soup smells very fragrant, but this soup will make you feel dead after eating it. Give it a try after taking a sip."
There is no tone fluctuation in my sentence.
Feng Jun looked horrified, and the woman turned pale in fright.
Lao Fu's expression froze, big beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, and his eyelids were obviously beating wildly.
"Luo... Mr. Luo, what are you talking about... Is there anything about me that dissatisfies you?" Lao Fu was obviously trying to calm his voice, but he still couldn't hide his panic.
This kind of panic is actually very subtle, but for me, after fighting with Zhang Er, Xu Baipi, Li Dexian, Yuan Huashao... these people, Lao Fu's cover-up at the moment seems to me too Too obvious.
"No dissatisfaction, just a sip of soup." I said calmly.
Lao Fu's body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably. He pursed his lips, and there seemed to be a bit of sadness and anger in his eyes. He suddenly said: "Mr. Luo, do you think I have occupied the Hexian stall? So follow me and ask for it." Are you driving people away?"
"Okay, you are a member of the Feng family, or the godson of Liu Wensan, the corpse collector. How can we ordinary people compare to such powerful people? So if you say that you want to drink soup to kill people, there is something wrong with it." The tone in this tone His grief and anger became even greater. Lao Fu stepped forward and raised his hand to snatch the thermos bucket from Feng Jun's hand.
Feng Jun quickly took two steps back. He narrowed his eyes slightly, made a stop movement with his left hand, and at the same time raised his right hand to make a gesture.
Two people from the Feng family immediately stood up and walked quickly towards Lao Fu. They moved fiercely and directly grabbed Lao Fu's shoulders.
Feng Jun raised his hand and unscrewed the thermos bucket, took a bowl from the table next to him, and poured out a bowl of soup.
Lao Fu stared blankly at the bowl of soup, and suddenly he laughed miserably.
"Luo Shiliu, there are rumors around you that you are the great benefactor who saved Nei Yang. Without you, Yangjiang would have disappeared a long time ago. You are a master, you are a Feng Shui master! What you say is black is black, and what you say is white is white. Yes, don’t worry, you said drinking my soup will kill someone, then someone will definitely die. If I don’t die from drinking it, I will also jump into the river!”
"I just can't bear to let the shop stay vacant, Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo, and Mr. Feng Shui can't stand it. Where can I keep things?" Lao Fu's voice has changed from grief and anger to desolation, and there are even words in his words. With despair.
I frowned, but I didn't expect this old Fu to be so eloquent? In just a few words, he played himself as an extremely weak and pitiful person.
It’s as if I really can’t see him taking over Aunt Cai and Uncle Wen’s shop, and I want to come over and settle the score with him!
"There is no royal law! There is no justice! There is no justice! You, the Feng family, just rely on you being the local emperor of Yangjiang and having a Feng Shui master, so despise human life, and frame up this small fortune?! Can’t even let it go?!”
At this time, the woman suddenly cried and rushed towards me! He shouted sharply: "Everyone, please don't leave! Look at how young this gentleman is, what a villain he is! He is going to force my man to death!"
The boatmen and fishermen who had just eaten didn't go very far. Although everyone was afraid, their curiosity prompted them to gather around and look at the place.
And now there was anger in everyone's eyes, and they were whispering to each other.
Of course, the Feng family didn't let this woman rush in front of me, and two more people immediately stepped forward and stopped her directly.
All this happened in just a blink of an eye. Feng Jun was already walking towards Lao Fu with the bowl in hand.
I squinted my eyes slightly and said, "Feng Jun, if you don't want Lao Fu to drink this soup, you give it to her." I raised my hand and pointed at the woman.
