Ximen Jing looked at it for a while, he met a master today, or a master who was hidden in the city, and the Ximen officials couldn't help but almost bow to the teacher.

The Book of Poetry says that when you see a gentleman, you don't like it. The Ximen official immediately hugged his fists and said according to the etiquette of the rivers and lakes: "This hero, junior brother, I am a new disciple of Yunda level 12, and my surname is Ximen, I dare to ask the hero is a hidden master elder in Yunda, can I have a novice task to explain?"

The security guard was stunned for a moment, and asked weakly: "Ximen Qing, did I hear me right?

Ximen Jing was choked lightly, and hurriedly waved his hand: "What, Jing Kang's shameful Jing, not Qing! Your name is Wu Song?"

The security guard laughed and said: "It's the young man who rides on the green congregation! If your name is really Ximenqing and my name is Wu Song, then the two of us will be lively, and we won't stage a lion building!"

Ximen Jing was very happy, and said again and again: "Don't dare, the little brother will never dare to do anything with the elders, isn't that looking for death!"

The two chatted, and found out his details in a few words, it turned out that Wu Chong was a demonstration regiment, a special reconnaissance battalion, and a retired soldier of the Sharp Knife Company, which was the kind of legendary soldier king, his hometown Yuncheng Xia County, after retiring from the army, what he learned in the army was useless in society, and it didn't matter if he didn't have money elsewhere, he didn't want to mix with the underworld, so he had to be wronged and entered the security company.

Wu Chong was not practicing when he hung on the fan just now, there was another hidden secret. After the two got acquainted, Wu Cong only drank once before telling Ximen Jing the truth.

It turned out that his father had contracted dozens of acres of fish ponds in his hometown, and the fish fry he bought with a loan all died due to poor management, and he lost all his money. Wu Cong had to send most of his salary home every month, he was frugal and tightened his belt, the school had a canteen but needed to buy a meal card, Wu Cong could rub it, but he couldn't rub it, so he thought of a way, hanging upside down with his head down, so that he was not hungry. It's not all in their thirties, and they don't even have a girlfriend.

At that time, Ximen Jing could be described as a broad young man with a lot of money, and he had a bold temperament, and he immediately paid out of his pocket to help his buddy repay the loan. Wu Cong politely declined, I don't dare to take the money, I don't have a short ambition for other people, and there is no shame in tightening my belt, brother, you can afford me, invite me to drink a few more times.

So the eighteen-year-old Ximen Daguan and the thirty-year-old Wu Cong became year-old buddies. The two of them have a thousand cups of wine for their confidants, and there are three cups of Turannuo, and Wuyue is light. Wu Cong had nothing to do after he was full of wine and food, and often taught Ximen Jing some practical moves to defend himself and save his life. Over time, Ximen Jing was even able to learn a few tricks with Wu Chong without being defeated.

Thinking of this, Ximen Jing suddenly thought that this guy is too talented to be a doorman all the time, and he is short of people if he wants to open a company anyway, so it is better to ask him to help, and by the way, he will be a bodyguard for the time being.

As the saying goes, a fence has three piles, a hero has three gangs, and you can't play it by yourself when you start a business, at least you need a trustworthy person to assist you in the early stage. Ximen Jing originally wanted to find classmates to cooperate, but after thinking about it, he forgot it. Classmates should maintain a pure love of classmates, love and partnership, can not be mixed, in case of embarrassment in case they turn their faces and meet.

And Wu Cong was just right, so Ximen Jing called Wu Cong and made an appointment to meet tomorrow and come to the house to discuss something.

Wu Cong happened to be off duty tomorrow, and immediately promised to say that he would be able to arrive at noon tomorrow, and asked if he wanted the four talents to get together.

Speaking of the four talents, Ximen Jing couldn't help but smile on his face. These four talents are the aliases of Ximen Jing, Wu Cong, and two other friends. Except for Ximen Jing himself, the remaining three are all superb.

The second best is when Ximen Jing and Wu Cong were full of food and strolling. There is a snack street not far from Yunmen, and a duo who are full of wine and food on a summer night strolled to the front of a shop, only to see an old man in a green shirt and white hair sitting on the steps outside. Unbelievably, he also wore a large sunglasses at night, covering half of his cheeks.

Ximen Jing noticed that the old man was holding a folding fan, and on the front was a landscape painting inscribed with sixteen words: 'The river has a sound, and the bank is broken for a thousand feet.' The mountains are high and the moon is small, and the water falls out. It is Su Shi's freehand landscape painting of climbing the red cliff.

On the back of the folding fan, a poem was written in black on a white background: 'Yin and Yang are infinitely wonderful, and the second to the ninth palace is returned.' If you can achieve yin and yang, heaven and earth are all in one palm. The old man shook the folding fan, pinched the fingers of his right hand and calculated, and his mouth was still chattering.

The Ximen official suddenly realized that this was an old fortune teller. People are curious, especially those who are full and have nothing to do, and prefer to join in the fun. Ximen Jing leaned in front of the old man and said, "Uncle, help me do the math!"

The old man raised his eyes and looked at Ximen Jing, and his tone was a little displeased: "Don't call me Uncle I, I'm just in my forties, and I'm still young!"

Hearing him call himself me, Wu Cong joked: "I didn't expect that the hair of the Long Live Lord Spring and Autumn was gray first, could it be caused by worrying about state affairs?"

The old man took off his sunglasses, revealing a face that was not aging, and he looked like he was in his early forties, and he said: "I am catching up with the trend and dyeing my hair white, you see how cool the white hair of the god of food is on the star, I learned from him, you want me to help you calculate it, right?"

As he spoke, the old man took out his mobile phone, fiddled with it for a moment, pinched his fingers and said: "One four-seven, two-five-eight, twenty-fifty, a group of two, three six-nine and three straight!

Ximen Jing and Wu Cong listened in a fog, what did he say?

"Long live, what you said is mysterious, and Wei Chen can't understand it, can you speak in the vernacular? I just want to calculate when I can marry Bai Fumei and go to the peak of my life!" Wu Cong pointed at Ximen Jing and said, "By the way, help this guy calculate, do you have a play with the school girl?" What did you say?"

The old man was dumbfounded when he heard this: "You, you don't buy lottery tickets, I'm not a fortune teller, where can I calculate marriage!"

"Lottery?" asked Ximen Jing and Wu Cong in unison.

The old man pointed to the lottery station behind him: "Yes, lottery!"

After asking carefully, I found out that the old man was counting the winning numbers at the door of the lottery station, and was mistaken for a fortune-telling half-immortal.

The old man's name is Huang Di, and he originally had a small shop in the snack street, and his business was thriving with his good dishes. In your spare time, come to the lottery station to relieve your boredom and buy the kind of lottery tickets that open in ten minutes. At first, he also won some money.,He took himself as a gambling god.,Since then, every day I don't care about the store.,Soak in the lottery station.。

After a long time, you will lose if you gamble for a long time. The originally wealthy family lost a clean house, and people also became Shinto, counting at the door every day, and often helping others with ideas when they had no money.

Since we have met, it is fate, since then the two drinking friends have become servants, Huang Di in addition to stir-frying a good dish, there is also a characteristic that he can be Kan, and the amount of wine is also very large, red, white, and beer are mixed, and one person can drink Ximen Jing and Wu Cong.