Lunar calendar, August 18.

Three days have passed since the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Zheng Zhiya looked at his pocket watch.

Bangkok, local time.

9:00, the beginning of the year.

The hours are calculated according to the local time.

During the Warring States Period, Zou Yan calculated that the world was divided into Kyushu according to Zhou Yizeng, and Kyushu had its own time of geography. Among them, Zou Yan called the China where he is located Chixian Shenzhou.

With the development of geographical exploration, the civilized world has discovered that there are seven major states on the earth, namely Asia, Europe, Africa, South America, Oceania and Antarctica. However, in 1997 geologists discovered that there is a sinking eighth largest state, Taiping, under the sea around New Zealand.

It is not yet known whether there is a ninth-largest state under the Atlantic Ocean that hides beneath the surface. However, legend has it that there is an Atlantis buried under the Atlantic Ocean, I wonder if it is the ninth state calculated by Zou Yan?

Therefore, the method of divination often has to be calculated according to the local stars and earth, and naturally it must be calculated according to the time of the place. So, Zheng Zhiya slowed down the watch by an hour, and it was now 10:00 in China.

Qin Feng went to the casino early today in the name of inquiring about the news, and Zheng Zhiya calculated that he had good fortune in the position of King Zheng Temple today. The so-called positive financial luck naturally means that it takes some labor to get something.

Although the weather was hot, Zheng Zhiya still wore a long-sleeved white shirt and jeans, and disc-shaped sunglasses in order to facilitate today's sightseeing.

Because after going to King Zheng Temple in the morning, he planned to go to the Jade Buddha Temple in the afternoon. The Jade Buddha Temple has a rule that you must wear a long shirt and trousers to enter the temple.

He packed his backpack alone, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, looked at the gloomy weather outside, and took a black long-handled umbrella. When I opened the door, I felt a stuffy sensation.

It's not like autumn, it's like the four seasons of summer.

Zheng Zhiya walked past the courtyard planted with two palm trees, and a taxi was already waiting for him on the side of the road. He lives in this suburban homestay, which is not only easier to avoid people's eyes than staying in hotels and hotels in the city, but also has a better sense of local customs.

When I arrived in Bangkok the day before yesterday, it took some time for the driver to find this suburban homestay. Although, the surrounding scenery is beautiful, and it is convenient to walk by the sea and the road on one side, so it is convenient to eat and shop. However, there is a shortcoming, that is, it is too quiet, and the quiet Qin Feng can't stand it a little.

So, early this morning, Qin Feng greeted Zheng Zhiya and ran to Genting Villa, saying that he wanted to spy on the enemy. According to the information that Qin Feng got from Li Hai before, the current Genting Villa is under the jurisdiction of an underworld force called the White Tiger Gang, and Du Ankang of the Qinglian Gang really likes to go there to play with both hands, so letting Qin Feng go should not startle the snake.

However, what made Zheng Zhiya feel strange in his heart was that although the partial wealth star in Qin Feng's life chart had not seen any movement, the red luan star seemed to have moved in the past few days.

Could it be that Qin Feng is going to the casino to lose money with the dealer to export some feelings?

Zheng Zhiya opened the back door of the taxi, sat in the back seat, and talked to the sun-tanned driver in English to go to King Zheng Temple.

The driver shook his head.

Zheng Zhiya took out the map and pointed it.

"King Arun, ok?"

"Wat Arun, ok! ok！ ”

Yo black black driver grinned, his teeth were particularly white, and he also looked particularly sincere.

Zheng Zhiya took out the mp3 again and began to listen to Leslie Cheung's song.

This time, the first song was "The Moon Represents My Heart" sung by Leslie Cheung during the concert live.

In the past, he also heard Leslie Cheung sing this song, and after this year, he heard Leslie Cheung sing it again, and found that Leslie Cheung was the most suitable person for this song in the world outside Teresa Teng.

He listened to the song, and the sun was softer on a cloudy day, but the air was exceptionally hot. Zheng Zhiya looked at the tattered scenery outside the window, retreating one after another, palm trees one after another, and it was not interesting. Passing by a few temples once in a while, they all have a unique exaggerated aesthetic style of Thailand.

Exaggeration, because of primitiveness.

Primitive, not boring, often primitive is closest to the truth.

Taxis drive across the river, and there is still one street away from Wat Arun, and the traffic in Bangkok is worthy of being one of the top ten congested cities in the world.

Zheng Zhiya, told Lian to make a gesture and told the driver that he would go down first, so he wouldn't be bothered.

After a while, the driver understood.

Zheng Zhiya gave the driver an extra 20 baht as a tip, opened the door and got out of the car.

He turned back and nodded to the driver and spoke.

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

The driver responded to Zheng Zhiya's friendliness with white teeth in Chinese with a little bit of footing.

Zheng Zhiya looked at the table below, and the time was 9:30.

He remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and there was a stall selling pig blood soup right next to the parking lot, which was a favorite breakfast among Bangkok locals. Zheng Zhiya asked for a bowl for 20 baht, added an egg, and sprinkled some coriander.

In addition, I bought a coconut and a bottle of mineral water for another 15 baht.

Zheng Zhiya found a small table and a small bench to sit down, and the small table next to him sat a family of four Hong Kong people, the eldest son should be seven or eight years old, and the younger daughter, who seemed to be three or four years old, sat on the side and fiddled with dolls.

Zheng Zhiya took a piece of bright red pig blood with chopsticks and put it in front of his mouth and blew it gently, the entrance was still a little hot, but it was not scalded. Just use the taste buds and upper teeth to gently crush it, and you can eat it, although it makes you feel hotter in one bite. However, the heat is even more pleasant.

He took a sip of coconut water to quench his thirst, a little too sweet, and took another sip of mineral water.

Zheng Zhiya then remembered to use chopsticks to break the fried egg in the pig's blood soup, and the golden egg juice slowly flowed out, visually stimulating Zheng Zhiya's appetite.

Although it was chewed slowly, Zheng Zhiya's breakfast still took less than ten minutes. When he finished eating the pig's blood soup, there was still a bottom of the coconut left, so he took it and drank it and walked forward.

The closer he got to the vicinity of King Arun Temple, he found that there were more and more small shops selling souvenirs around him, and the souvenirs were much the same, nothing more than some local handicrafts, as well as strange gadgets and the like, and those who would be attracted by these were children, and at the same time, there were more beggars on the roadside. The large number of beggars gathering at the temple gate seems to be a common problem in every country.

Zheng Zhiya didn't pay much attention to those souvenirs or beggars, but just walked straight in the direction of King Zheng Temple. As he walked, he saw a Hong Kong family across the road who had just eaten next to him surrounded by a group of beggars.

"I told you that I have no money, why can't you understand!"

After the man finished speaking in English, he said to the beggars in Cantonese Mandarin. But the beggars refused to retreat and gathered the family in the middle. Just speaking Thai that I don't understand.

Zheng Zhiya stopped and watched the development of things. He doesn't know what happened yet, but why would this Hong Kong family be entangled by a group of beggars?

Although Zheng Zhiya did not see the antecedents, he reversed the greatest possibility according to the consequences.

It was nothing more than the man's kindness to give a beggar, and the second beggar thought that this was business when he saw it, and naturally gathered over. When the second beggar gathered, the gentleman may have continued to give or stopped giving out of kindness.

If, if he chooses to continue to give alms, then with the difference in language, his big trouble will come.

As for the beggars, they don't know how much surplus value there is in this gentleman, and the gathered group of beggars will attract more beggars, and finally surround the family. But due to information asymmetry, the family has no way to speak for themselves.

Now Zheng Zhiya is on the other side of the road, worried about the deterioration of the situation, because the weak people gather and are no longer human.

They could do anything, he watched.

At this time, he saw a young Chinese man on the other side of the road to break through the group of beggars and walk into the crowd. However, as he entered the crowd, Zheng Zhiya also noticed that there was a beggar walking out of the crowd with a little girl.

Human trafficking.

What Zheng Zhiya was worried about really happened, and sure enough, someone wanted to take advantage of the chaos to secretly take the youngest child away, often when everyone's attention was on begging and giving alms.

Everyone forgets that the most valuable thing is the young children.

Zheng Zhiya knew that the prisoner was the most nervous when he walked through the crowd, and Zheng Zhiya quickly crossed the road without hesitation.

Walked up behind him and smashed a coconut on the back of his head.

The man fainted on the spot.

Zheng Zhiya squatted down and smiled and said to the little girl:

"Don't be afraid, remember who led you out of the crowd?"

The little girl nodded, gesturing to the man lying on the ground.

Zheng Zhiya nodded, held the little girl's hand and shouted.

"Don't make any noise, haven't you noticed the child when he lost it?"

At this time, the Chinese who had just squeezed into the crowd had already communicated with the beggars in Thai, and the mother found that her daughter was lost, and she didn't care if it was dirty or not, so she desperately squeezed out of the beggar group.

Seeing Zheng Zhiya holding his daughter's hand, he slapped Zheng Zhiya holding the little girl's hand and snatched his daughter's.

"You Kapo street guy, why are you kidnapping someone's daughter?"

"Little sister, remember who led you out of the crowd?"

The little girl nodded, gesturing to the man lying on the ground.

When the mother saw the beggar lying on the ground and the smashed coconut, and carefully observed Zheng Zhiya's clothes and appearance, she knew that she was wrong to blame the good person, and she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Hong Kong has returned, it's all family."

Zheng Zhiya said half-jokingly. At this time, the beggars over there were also persuaded by the Chinese young man who could speak Thai and gradually dispersed, but it seemed that no one wanted to claim the beggar lying on the ground.

Come to think of it, attempted trafficking, even if it is a beggar, it is better to have more than one thing.

Zheng Zhiya felt that the beggars dispersed a little strange and far-fetched.

You know, when the rabble gets together, there is a phenomenon called personification in psychology, and the beggars are irrational.

The best way to deal with them is to take advantage of the situation and divide and conquer, but it is always inevitable to give up benefits. However, Zheng Zhiya himself can't speak Thai and can't take advantage of the situation, so he can only wait and see what happens.

This young man was able to convince the irrational beggars by his eloquence alone.

This made Zheng Zhiya have a trace of doubt in his heart.

The commotion ceased for the time being.

A family in Hong Kong has won a series of victories to thank Zheng Zhiya and the Chinese youth.

"Thank you, my sister. When I grow up, I want to be a hero like my uncle. ”

"Okay, when you grow up, pretty boy. What's your name. ”

Zheng Zhiya smiled and touched the little boy's head.

"My name is He Guangyuan."

The boy smiled heartily and introduced himself to Zheng Zhiya, and Zheng Zhiya looked at the little girl gently.

"Ho..." The little girl thought blankly for a while and looked at Zheng Zhiya.

"She doesn't speak very well, her name is He Guanghui."

The man of this Hong Kong man said kindly.

The group left the beggar lying on the ground at the place of the incident, and found a nearby tea restaurant to sit down.

The Hong Kong family told Zheng Zhiya and this Chinese young man the ins and outs of the matter, and it was really similar to Zheng Zhiya's guess.

At first an old woman took a little girl to beg for the family, but the man helped him out of kindness, and then another old woman came with the little girl. Then a man with a broken leg, then a man with a broken hand, all ragged and surrounded them like purgatory on earth.

The family was terrified.

The man blames himself, he thinks that his family is almost ruined by his kindness.

"You are wrong, kindness never makes people unrecoverable, and what makes people unrecoverable must be stupid."

The Chinese young man said.

"So, you're just too stupid."

The Hong Kong family, as well as Zheng Zhiya, were all frozen in place by his straightforward judgment.

Zheng Zhiya felt that since everyone met in Pingshui, the matter had passed, and the fate would be over, and he would not fight in this round. So, when he was about to say goodbye, the Chinese young man spoke again.

"However, I don't hate your stupidity, there is no way, the art is still available, and the kindness is what you should stick to, sir, just pay attention to the way and the way."

The gentleman said yes again and again, and wanted to leave his contact information and thank him in the future. Zheng Zhiya left a fake name called Zheng Wuyi to him, and the contact information could also be found crookedly. The Chinese young man also left him a contact information.

Zheng Zhiya looked at Mr. He's business card.

Ho Kwong-lei, Vice President of the Hong Kong Global Jockey Club.

He thought about it for a while, and thought that it might be useful in the future to put this business card away.

After Mr. He looked at the contact information of the two, he said with a smile:

"What a coincidence, I met two benefactors in front of King Zheng Temple, both surnamed Zheng. It's a miracle. ”

Zheng Zhiya and the young Chinese looked at each other.

"That's really fate, my name is Zheng Qingfeng, I don't know your name as this big brother?"

"Big brother doesn't dare to be it, just call me Zheng Wuyi."

After chatting a few words, Zheng Zhiya learned that the reason why this young man named Zheng Qingfeng spoke so well in Thai was because he had been following his father to do business in Nanyang since he was a teenager.

A family in Hong Kong got their clothes dirty in the process of pulling with beggars, so they called a taxi to go back to the hotel first.

Only Zheng Zhiya and Zheng Qingfeng are left.

Both of them deliberately waited for the family to leave, wanting to test each other.

"The timing of your rescue just now was just right, and it almost makes me suspect that you are in league with the beggars."

Zheng Qingfeng spoke first, and the words were blades.

Zheng Zhiya drank the last sip of iced milk tea into his stomach and took out two pieces of chewing gum from his bag. One was handed to Zheng Qingfeng, Zheng Qingfeng took the piece of chewing gum, and the two of them opened the wrapping paper respectively.

"Although I don't understand Thai, it is not something that ordinary people can do to evacuate a group of beggars who have become mobs just by words."

"Maybe I'm more courageous."

"I'm talking about your wisdom."

The two looked at each other and couldn't hold back their laughter.

Because, to accomplish such a thing, the Zheng family cannot rely only on wisdom and courage.

"Where are you from on the mainland?"

"Tianjin. What about you, where were you before you came to Nanyang to do business? ”

"Can't you make out my accent?"

"I can't even tell the south of the Yangtze River."

"This is also true, and it is difficult for me to distinguish between the north of the Huai River."

"So, are you Taiwanese?"

"Well, you didn't guess it early in the morning."

Zheng Zhiya took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.

It was early afternoon at 11:00.

Zheng Qingfeng carefully stared at Zheng Zhiya's pocket watch.

The pocket watch that has been handed down since the Qing Dynasty as a token of the head of the family.

"Why don't you just eat lunch and go to King Zheng Temple together?"

"Okay."