On Friday, the weather was cloudy.

Changling West Street was inexplicably bustling and noisy, and almost everyone was discussing the same thing.

Because just a few days ago, after the fortune teller showed his skills and caught the hit-and-run driver, this old fortune teller shop in Wentian Pavilion has been attracting attention.

But I never expected that when I woke up this morning, I found an extremely terrifying scene.

This fortune-telling shop was splashed with red oil before and after.

And a few big characters are written crookedly.

"Dead liar, hurt me to lose hundreds of thousands!"

"Don't believe it, this is a liar!"

Passers-by were shocked, with a completely surprised expression, and many took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

"Oh my God, it's a crime, this is someone taking revenge!" The owner of the neighborhood commissary next to him looked embarrassed.

Because next door is this fortune teller.

There was still a lot of red oil that splashed on his iron fence.

Because of the handwriting of the red paint, many people did not dare to go this way, and his business was obviously damaged.

"Boss, who is this, who wrote it!"

Curious passers-by came to the commissary to buy a pack of cigarettes and asked curiously.

The owner of the commissary complained with disgust: "Needless to say, it must be the fortune teller who didn't know where to provoke someone who shouldn't be messed with, but now it's okay, someone else has come to the door." ”

"As I said a long time ago, there must be something wrong with this deification. ”

"What else do you say about giving words by fate, the pedestrians on the road are all caught by him casually, maybe they are all trust. ”

"I haven't seen who has taken the initiative to come to the door successfully, this water is deep!"

The buddy who bought cigarettes also laughed happily: "According to what you say, it seems that there is a chance that it will be nine times out of ten." ”

The entire Changling West Street began to be criticized.

Throw plenty of dirt and some will be sure to stick.

Narratives vary.

Various versions have already been circulated.

Some people say that this fortune teller cheated people out of money, so they were approached to collect debts.

Some people also say that this fortune teller has no ability at all, and the previous things are all looking for actors to act.

finally deceived a rich man, but it was exposed.

After all, the red oil is clearly written, and it is not a small amount to cause others to lose hundreds of thousands.

……

The entrance of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion.

Li Mowen's face was particularly ugly.

He saw passers-by pointing at him for a while, and they were all condemning and scolding.

"It's finally revealed!"

"That's right, I thought I was a really high-level master, but I was almost deceived by him. ”

"I guess I hurt people miserably, otherwise how could I be so ruthless. ”

Li Mowen's eyes showed a touch of solemnity, and he stared at these two lines of words, recalling in his mind the few guests he had instructed.

Soon he thought of a candidate, because no one else had anything to do with the property damage.

can let him remind the other party to pay attention to investment risks, how can it become a loss of hundreds of thousands of dollars to the other party?

No way!

Li Mowen gasped, unless he said that there was something wrong with this black technology glasses, he looked at it the other way!

Otherwise he really couldn't find any other explanation.

Come to think of it.

Li Mowen studied it carefully again, this legendary human potential mining data analysis glasses.

"Recent luck: through the formula provided by the supernatural technological civilization Atlantus, it is possible to calculate whether a person has a bad omen in the near future, and the data value is (1-10) from low to high!"

"After hundreds of millions of data proofreading tests, the error rate is 0.0089%!"

Although the probability of error is simply negligible, there is no 100% guarantee that it is right.

Li Mowen rubbed his temples very annoyedly, he squinted at the passers-by around him, and his eyes were full of suspicious expressions.

The vast majority of people listen to the wind and rain.

Li Mo swallowed a mouthful of water, and looked up at the old shop passed down from his ancestors with a heavy heart, but fortunately, the signboard was hung very high.

So it is not contaminated by the red paint.

Otherwise, if even the signboard of "Wentian Pavilion" was poured with red oil, then he would really be ashamed of his ancestors.

In the face of everyone's fingering, there have been all kinds of accusations and scolding.

Li Mowen's mood was extremely impetuous, and he knew that he was just reminding the other party to be careful of the risks of investment.

How can it be harmful?

There must be something strange about this.

……

Click!

Suddenly, a small billboard placed in front of the store was pushed to the ground.

Suddenly, countless people looked over.

When Li Mo heard it, he choked up, because it was none other than the owner of the commissary next door who knocked down his billboard.

"No, what are you doing here?"

Li Mowen hurriedly stepped forward to ask what was going on, but this good and decent person didn't provoke the other party.

The owner of the commissary scolded angrily: "What are you doing, look at this wall, look at this red oil, it has all splashed on my stall." ”

"What feng shui fortune is ruined by you. ”

"Now you see how many people are coming to my store to buy things!"

"I'll tell you, you have to compensate for this loss!"

A passer-by uncle also scolded with a straight face: "Compensation, you must let him pay." ”

Another aunt came over and scolded angrily: "This kind of person should let him get out of Changling West Street, it's too embarrassing." ”

"That's right, in vain we spoke for him last time, and even we lied!"

The seventy or eighty-year-old grandmother sighed slowly: "People are watching the sky, and doing this kind of thing will definitely be retributed." ”

How cold and ruthless people are at this moment is vividly displayed.

Li Mowen was stunned, he really felt like a dream.

In just one night, he went from a popular fortune teller to a street rat that everyone shouted at.

The speed with which these people turned their faces was unbelievable.

He couldn't help but smile embarrassedly, took off his glasses and rubbed his head, he began to understand what public opinion is and what ignorance is.

There are too many such people in this world, and they are coaxing to see the excitement.

The onlookers who ate melons didn't care what the truth was, so they got involved.

Li Mowen found that it was really not a joke, and the red paint was really splashed next door.

He gritted his teeth, went back to the store, fetched a large basin of water, took a towel and tried to wipe the other party's walls clean......

However, no matter how hard he rubbed it, he couldn't erase the trace.

An old man sighed with deep feeling: "How can it be so easy to erase, let me tell you, people, once it is stained, it can never be washed again." ”

This sentence seemed to remind the young man, and it seemed to sigh himself.

Li Mowen squatted in the corner of the wall, rubbing the red paint extremely dejectedly.

The corners of his mouth showed a slight complicated smile, a little bitter, but also a little sad.