As soon as the hands of the two were about to touch, the caps were knocked to the ground and fell to the ground on all fours, baring their teeth.

"Oops, oops......, oo A fat man also fell to the side of the cap, this person is quite wide, the floor shook three times, after falling down to get up is very neat, stretched out his hand to pull up the cap, very embarrassed to raise his legs, scolded: "No wonder when I went out today, the hexagram showed that everything was unlucky, and the shoelaces tripped." ”

I saw that the laces of his hiking shoes on his feet were loosened, and he should have fallen down on his own laces just now.

The timing of the fall was so good, and he knocked down the cap so coincidentally, which made Yan Jiucheng have to pay attention to this person, especially that this person is also yellow-skinned.

Friend or foe?

This fat man is about 1.75 meters, weighs at least 180 pounds, has a big beer belly, thick eyebrows and small eyes, large earlobes, and a very thick nose tip.

It's a bit like Maitreya Buddha.

The cap was not lightly dropped by this sudden impact, his hand was broken, his face was crooked in pain, and he shook his hand wildly after standing up, showing a wry smile: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

This collision knocked the short needle in his hand away, and his eyes quickly searched for it on the ground, this thing could not be discovered, and when it was found, a weapon was exposed.

It's a pity that he looked at it several times, and there was no needle on the ground.

The needle is small, there are many people, and it is not easy to find, plus the fall just now, it is not good to throw it out. This made the cap a little depressed.

"Hello, my name is Dong Ming, you can call me Dong Ming. The fat reporter named Dong Ming stretched out his hand towards the cap, although he spoke English, but the English was not very standard, and he could hear a strong accent from a large eastern country.

Now it's different from before, in the past, people from big eastern countries went abroad, even if it was a top artist, they would take another English name to integrate into the other party's environment. The same is true in the journalist circle, as long as they are overseas journalists, they will have an exclusive English name, and when they publish articles in journals, they will use their own English name.

And now it's different, big stars go overseas to walk the red carpet or attend events, and they no longer take another English name, but directly use their own names, which is the embodiment of the improvement of the national strength of the eastern countries in recent years, and it is the development of the country that has brought self-esteem to the people. In overseas journalists' circles, more and more people no longer take English names, but directly mark their Chinese names in English.

Dong Ming, a foreigner reads Dong Ming's sound.

"Dong Ming, wow, you are Dong Ming. When a blonde woman heard this, she walked over very enthusiastically, stretched out her hand from a distance, and showed a particularly bright smile.

"Wow! He's Dong Ming!"

"Who? is Dong Ming?!"

As the yellow-skinned fat reporter revealed himself to the mountain gate, all of a sudden, five or six female reporters came over and surrounded him very enthusiastically.

"Who is Dong Ming, why is he so popular?" Gu Miqing leaned over to Yan Jiucheng's side and asked softly.

Although she also memorized the information of many people, compared to Yan Jiucheng's memory, it was naturally not a grade. During the 10 years of war, there were thousands of reporters who came to the international correspondent station to cover the information, not to mention the memory of agents from various countries.

The name Dong Ming, Gu Miqing really didn't remember it, and he couldn't remember it.

"I don't remember either. The old hanger shook his head.

Xuan Lin frowned, and after recalling it bitterly, he seemed to think of something, and said, "It seems to be ...... Be...... I saw this information, and I wrote it down, it was ......"

"Dong Ming, 36 years old, a Chinese X national, has been here to report, no less than six times before and after, but the report is not very famous, in a routine business, this person because of some metaphysics, can read palmistry, and can also tell fortunes, so it is very popular with women, and also, the photo in the information of Dong Ming you gave is still a photo from seven or eight years ago, when he was relatively thin. ”

Yan Jiucheng almost didn't have to think about it, as if this person was his old friend for many years, and his brain instantly read all the information about Dong Ming.

"Your brain is better than Xuanlin's notebook. Lao Hang patted Yan Jiucheng's shoulder with great admiration.

Xuan Lin nodded in agreement, and glanced at Yan Jiucheng with great admiration, although he had an impression of Dong Ming's information, it was not at the same level as Yan Jiucheng's memory was accurate.

"His memory is really amazing, it's amazing. Gu Miqing secretly admired in his heart, and his face inadvertently showed a proud look. The kind of smug look that a woman will show when she thinks that her man is very powerful.

"Dong Ming, I heard that you are very good at fortune telling, mysterious witchcraft from the East, is it really fake? The blonde reporter held out his hand.

"Give it to me!"

"Yes, I heard that you can see who is my true destiny by looking at the lines of people's palms, and I can count it!"

For a while, Dong Ming surrounded a group of women, but he was very calm, stretched out his hand and touched his stomach, revealing a very meaningful smile: "Fortune telling, according to our Oriental people, you have to obey the destiny of heaven." ”

"Destiny?"

It's hard to explain this to a group of Westerners, they don't understand.

But explain this thing to a group of Westerners, it's simple, they don't understand it anyway.

"Well, I can only look at the fate of one person a day, and if I see too much, it will not work, and God will punish me. Dong Ming touched his stomach and said it amazingly.

"What a good way to pick up girls. Lao Hang subconsciously learned from him and touched his stomach.

"Ouch, I need to meet our recently popular Yan reporter. Dong Ming walked out of the group of women, smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, and stretched out his hand towards Yan Jiucheng: "Hello, I am Dong Ming, a war correspondent in country X." ”

"Hello. Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand.

Whether this person is friend or foe, it is unknown, but his appearance simply made everyone's eyes focus on him, and it is not a bad thing to guard against it.

"Do you know metaphysics?" Yan Jiucheng said with a smile, he did not ask this sentence in English, but in Mandarin.

"I understand a little bit, for pickling girls. Dong Ming also responded in Mandarin, listening to the accent, like the accent of a southerner, and the local accent has not changed.

"Dude, did your parents take this name, or did you change it yourself. knows fortune telling, called Dong Ming, it's a coincidence. Lao Hang stretched out his hand towards Dong Ming, he is the best at making friends, not to make Dong Ming's friend, but to think the same as Yan Jiucheng: this person's appearance is too public, whether he is an enemy or a friend, it is difficult to say.

Pull in the relationship first, and then talk about it.

Lao Hang took a bottle of beer and handed it to him, which was strange to say, as soon as Lao Hang spoke, as if the two were old friends.

If you want to say that you are ripe, Lao Hang is really talented.

"I changed it later, and my own natal name is Dong Jin. Dong Ming showed a disgusted expression and shook his head: "My grandfather came out during the Anti-Japanese War, he gave me the name, at that time, our family had just gone abroad, and there was no money, so we exchanged gold for things." He named me Dong Jin. ”

This Dong Jin took the wine handed over by Lao Hang and took a big sip.

Yan Jiucheng saw it in his eyes and looked at Gu Miqing for a while.

Normally, a trained person will not drink the wine directly from someone else, but will wipe the bottle with his sleeve or hand, and the sleeve or palm will hide the potion, which can preliminarily determine whether there is poison or other drugs in the wine.

This is the most basic action.

But Dong Jin didn't make this move, just like ordinary people, he took the open wine bottle and drank a few sips directly.

"The meaning of my name is: one life, two fortunes, three feng shui, four accumulations of yin virtue and five reading. Dong Ming shook his head and waved his hand: "The sentence "Four Yin Virtue and Five Reading" doesn't count." The most important thing is one life, two fortunes, and three feng shui. I think that in a person's life, three things are the most important: life, luck, and feng shui. ”

When it comes to these things, Dong Ming looks like an expert.

There are a few yellow skins around, and a few people can understand some Chinese, after all, Chinese is also a very important language in the world, plus the rise of the eastern powers, many people will learn Chinese systematically.

It's just that if you can understand his words, it's not necessarily.

However, this Dong Ming's words are extremely infectious, and ordinary words come out of his mouth, as if they have given some kind of magic power, which makes people listen to it with relish.

Lao Hang listened attentively, he himself believed in these things, and even subconsciously spread out his palm to look at his palm prints.

"One life, two luck, three feng shui. Yan Jiucheng repeated it.

"Well, fate, you see, Shore's death, this is fate, the bullet hit the wall, didn't hit him, he actually let the stone on the top hit, so that day was his life counted, and his luck ended his life. At the beginning of this paragraph, Dong Ming used English, and he no longer looked at Yan Jiucheng, but looked around.

Like a storyteller, everyone's eyes fell on him.

"Dong Ming, I've heard people say, you've been here so many times, not to mention eating bullets, and you haven't even exploded your tires when you drive out, is it really fake?" asked one person in a loud voice.

"It's impossible, as soon as this place goes out, it's easy to be pierced, and he hasn't been there yet?"

"Well, I've heard that he's been here many times, and he himself is unharmed, and there has never been a problem with the car. ”

Dong Ming raised his head proudly in the crowd, took out a small fan from his trouser pocket, and opened it with a snap, and a picture of Tai Chi Bagua was drawn on the fan.

Mysterious.

"Yes, in the past eight years, I have come to the war zone no less than six times, although each time I stay for a short time, but I have never been injured, and my car is also, as long as it is carrying my car, the bullets go around, there are no nails, the tires are fine, by the way, my car, not even scratches. ”

This is even more mysterious.

You must know that this time when he went out, Yan Jiucheng's car stopped there, and he was scratched several times by a group of imps, and he also hit a stone, and the body ate a lot of bullets.

In the war zone interview, the bullets were raining, the people were fine, and the car was not damaged at all, which was really amazing.

"Yes, Reporter Dong has been here many times, and he has never had a single failure. The old man who came in with him in charge of the chores of the reporter's station opened his mouth and nodded again and again, admiring the magic.

"For example, when I look at you......" Dong Ming stretched out his finger and pointed at Lao Han: "I can find out a secret from you." ”

[The WeChat public account sent Gu Miqing and Yan Jiucheng what they were in the bathroom, search for Mu Xiaojing or muxiaojing18 in the official account Gao Leng, check the history, or enter in the status bar of the official account: bathroom, you can read. 】