Yue Guanchao sat astride a stool, put his big hands on the sleepers, Zhetianyan picked up his palms and carefully touched the palm prints. After looking at it for a moment, he sneered:
"Young man, you are no more than twenty-five years old. You are not old at all. It is a good time for you to be young and strong. The old man sees that you are strong, strong, and full of energy and blood. You will definitely hit the target. In other words, you don't have a wife at all now. , I only have so much talent but no place to sow it. If I want to have a fat son, I have to marry a wife quickly. If you are making trouble, go ahead and go ahead~"
When he saw that Zhetianyan wanted to drive him away, he immediately changed his words: "Old sir, you can always see when I want my wife!"
"You can still take a look at this."
Zhe Tianyan continued to explore the palm lines, but as time went on, the corner of the old man's eyes became serious, and an imperceptible panic gradually appeared on his brows. He then put down his glasses, wiped the mist with a cloth and pushed it back to the bridge of his nose. Go up, as if you want to see clearly what the strong man in front of you is.
"Something's wrong, something's wrong, why can't I touch your life? Are you human?"
Yue Guanchao didn't know whether he was pretending or he really didn't understand, so he said teasingly: "Look, if you eat eight big cakes in one meal, you are no longer a human being. Didn't you just say that you are a fortune teller? You are a fortune teller." It’s a fake sign, it’s not even sure when I will marry my wife.”
"Young man, you, you, you... don't smash my sign. I was just dazzled. I'll show you again."
Zhatianyan refuses to admit defeat and does not believe that there are really people without destiny in this world. He wishes he could rub Yue Guanchao's palm lines flat and let him stare at him carefully, but he just can't understand what his fate will be in the future.
"Old sir, if you really can't calculate accurately, then just admit defeat. As the saying goes, the machine is too clever in calculating, and it will cost you your life. There are some things you may not be able to calculate!"
Zhe Tianyan's old eyes smiled evilly, with a look that could see through his face: "Young man, don't use your anus to make nonsense. There is something in your words. Are you here to cause trouble?"
"I don't dare to mess with you. It's because you're not good at it. It doesn't count for my life, and it doesn't count for your own life either."
Yue Guanchao's words made the old man curious, and he couldn't help asking: "My life, what is my life?"
Then, he got close to Zhe Tianyan, lowered his voice and said teasingly: "Are you sure that the Dongchuang incident happened?"
While speaking, he deliberately let out the Jindazhai talisman pendant from his neck.
When Zhe Tianyan saw the things belonging to his old employer, his shrewd pupils were shocked at first, and then Gulu turned around. Before Yue Guanchao could react, the old man immediately picked up the inkstone and hit it on his forehead, causing the wound to bleed immediately.
He covered his head, screamed with snot and tears, and began to rely on his old age:
"Ouch~ Young man, I'm so old, I can't pay you for it. You are trying to kill me. We are all miserable people, can't we give you a way to survive!"
With these words, everyone busy around him gathered around.
"Young man, he is so old, why are you so angry~"
"You still dare to hit people. He is an old god in this area. Beware of bad luck."
"I see that he is well-dressed and doesn't look like a poor person like us. I asked him to pay for it."
"Yes, pay for it, pay for it~"
Yue Guanchao looked at the pedestrians who were gradually surrounding them. These people of all religions and professions liked to join in the fun. Being chivalrous and courageous was good, but it was a pity that it was used in the wrong place.
He had already grabbed hold of Zhe Tianyan's wrist, but after the people gathered around him, Zhe Tianyan found the right opportunity to grease his feet and run away. However, in the blink of an eye, all the inkstone notes on the table were removed, leaving only the pretense still showing off.
"What the hell..."
Yue Guanchao looked into the alley, and saw that the old thief had long since disappeared. These common people grabbed him by the collar, and they all said they were going to take him to see the officials. Seeing that he couldn't get away, he had to use his fists and kicks. , broke away from the crowd and ran towards the alley.
Xiaonanmen was originally a slum area, and the streets and lanes were not included in the Fengtian street plan at all. The only alleys and alleys were just areas where poor people gathered randomly. There were eaves on the eaves, shacks on shacks, and the alleys in between were as thin as spider webs. The group sometimes breaks the road and sometimes hits the wall. It is never possible to figure out what will be at the next alley.
Yue Guanchao looked around, and saw densely packed eaves, and white spots piled up with snowflakes on the roof, which made people dazzled. In addition, the smoke from cooking made people's eyes sore, making it even harder to distinguish the direction and streets. He originally thought that Zhetianyan was lost again, but Song Siyuan suddenly waved to him from the side: "Yue Guanchao, here~"
He understood it and quickly stepped forward to approach Song Siyuan and the others. When he turned, he immediately saw Zhe Tianyan squatting on the ground with his head in his hands.
He wanted to step forward and kick him a few times, but seeing that Zhe Tianyan was so thin, he was afraid of kicking him to the Naihe Bridge, so he had to give up.
"Heroes, I'm just hanging out on the streets to make a living. I don't know how to offend you. Please be noble and treat me like a fart."
Even if Zhatianyan squats down with his hands clasped behind his head, he is still looking at everyone from the corner of his eye, his malicious eyes gleaming like a spirited rat, always holding back evil spirits.
