Li Feihong snorted: "Did you meet it?" or did someone else find it?"

Wu Xiling said: "I found it by the undercover agent I planted. ”

Li Feihong said: "You have placed undercover agents in other casinos?"

Wu Xiling said: "Of course, how can we do it if we are not well-informed about the casino? When the time comes, if there is a powerful character like the young master or the Blue Mountain Ke who is brought here by others, in this way, he will not know that he has been sold by others." ”

The corners of Li Feihong's eyes jumped: "Oh? You mean I was deceived by someone else?"

Wu Xiling panicked suddenly: "No, no, I just said that I have some eyeliner in other casinos." ”

Li Feihong asked, "Where did that person come from?"

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Fan Ze's dinner is very simple, a bowl of wonton noodles, a meat bun, and eat the same as breakfast.

Indeed, he was a man who often treated breakfast as dinner and dinner as breakfast.

No one likes to turn day and night upside down, and many of those who are willing to do so are forced to make a living.

It's the same with him.

He was just forty years old, a man who couldn't even be found in the pile.

After swallowing the last bite of the soup, he bought three more meat buns. He thought about it all, one for his daughter and two for his wife. Each meat bun costs seven yuan, a total of twenty yuan.

His wife and daughter knew he was busy, but they didn't know what he was up to.

Because, sometimes he doesn't know what he's up to.

He knew that the family didn't want to stay in that little nest anymore, and now he just wanted to make money, and then buy a decent house, not to be big, just to live in peace and have a place to sleep, eat and cook. For this goal, he can only continue to take on private work, as long as he is tired and does not die, he will definitely continue to do it.

After paying, he walked out with a bag containing three meat buns.

Today is Sunday, and it's another day of prayer.

Every Sunday evening, he would go to the temple to burn three incense sticks, hoping that the Bodhisattva would bless himself and his family.

He doesn't know why, since he took a bunch of jobs, he always likes to run there, and he is very unsteady when he doesn't burn three sticks of incense.

Perhaps, this is also a kind of spiritual sustenance.

He had been comforting himself, and before he knew it, he had walked into the Anfu Temple.

There are many people praying for blessings inside, and the pilgrims are not stingy with their money.

He couldn't wait to finish burning the three incense sticks, respectfully bowed three times, and as soon as he walked out of the Anfu Temple, he immediately felt refreshed and a little happy.

The day is coming to an end and a new day is about to begin.

People are always so hopeful.

After walking two steps, I saw a beggar sitting in the corner begging. Nothing on the beggar's body was clean, as if he were wearing a few rags. Unkempt, with long hair hanging down, skinny, without a single or two extra flesh.

Fan Ze thought about it and decided to give him one of his meat buns.

He pulled out a meat bun from the bag, which was still steaming.

He placed the bun in a broken bowl in front of the beggar.

The beggar was still sitting against the wall like that, not even opening his eyelids.

Huh?

Anyway, I'll give you a meat bun, why didn't you even react at all?

Fan Ze was thinking about whether to leave like this, but a voice suddenly came from next to him:

"My neighbor doesn't give money!"

Fan Ze looked for prestige and found that it was the person who set up a stall next to him, who looked like a fortune teller.

Fan Ze smiled bitterly and said: "It's not that I don't want to give it to him, it's that I don't have any change in my hand! I bought a meat bun and burned incense, but the change has been used up!"

The fortune teller said, "No change, how about I teach you a trick?"

"What?"

"If you come to me to calculate a hexagram, the hexagram is ninety, isn't there ten yuan in change?"

When Fan Ze heard this, he pulled his legs and left. The fortune teller hurriedly stopped: "Hey, hey, what are you going to do?"

Fan Ze said: "I originally gave him a meat bun with good intentions, but I didn't expect to be in the same group with you! I don't want to be a hexagram! It's useless at all! I still want to cheat people for money?"

Unexpectedly, when he heard this, he laughed: "It is useless for you to tell the fortune in me, but it is useful to go to the temple to burn incense?"

Fan Ze paused.

As soon as the fortune teller saw that there was a play, he continued: "I see that you often go to this Anfu Temple to burn incense and ask for the blessing of the Bodhisattva, but in fact, you are asking for peace of mind. In that case, why not come to me for comfort in your heart?"

Fan Ze said: "I went to burn incense to ask for the blessing of the Bodhisattva, what can I ask for when I come to you to tell the fortune?"

The fortune teller said: "Of course, it is to seek good fortune and avoid evil!"

Seeing that Fan Ze was still not moved, he said: "In this way, with the power of this way, use the hexagram to calculate your current situation, this hexagram doesn't need money, see if I can calculate it accurately, if not, it will not be too late for you to leave." How?"

Fan Ze looked at his old god's presence, since the words were all said about this, it didn't hurt to listen to it.

He walked to the fortune teller booth and said, "Okay, you can do the math." ”

The fortune teller asked, "How is the gentleman going to measure?" Is it to measure the characters, faces, or the eight characters of birth?"

Fan Ze said: "Let's measure the word." ”

"That's good. The fortune teller took out a piece of paper and pressed the paperweight on both sides, "You can write one." ”

I said. Fan Ze picked up a water-based pen, "Don't you think it's a little nondescript with a water-based pen and A4 paper?"

The face of the fortune teller remained unchanged: "Those who eat our food must also learn to keep pace with the times, and now there are too few people who can write a brush, and sometimes no one knows how to write a word." ”

If you can't keep it, you're going to be pitted!

Fan Ze thought so, opened the cap of the water-based pen, and wrote the word "line".

The fortune teller looked at it, then took five copper coins from under the stall, put them in his hand and shook them straight, not knowing what he was muttering. At the end, as soon as the hand was scattered, five copper coins fell on the stall.

The fortune teller said: "Okay, Hu Gengche." The pace of people is also tending. From 彳, from 亍. Those who are hesitant are also undecided. When the gentleman writes, he hesitates in his heart and does not know how to go. ”

Fan Ze's heart tightened: "What do you mean?"

The fortune teller said slowly: "Sir has a depression in his heart, either he has encountered trouble, or he is doing something that has no bottom in his heart! Now I have to do it, just because I have already got on the boat, and it will be troublesome to think about it again!"