Chapter 182: Look at the magic of physiognomy

"Hmm, what's the matter?" Zhong Xiaofei stopped, a little surprised by his tone. ♀ Because the middle-aged man with glasses not only did not express gratitude, but also seemed to complain, as if Zhong Xiaofei should not save him.

"What are you talking about?" The middle-aged man with glasses rolled his eyes, and said in a weird manner: "Of course you lost money! Do you know? You ruined my good deeds today, I calculated, at least caused me a loss of 6,000 yuan, so you can't leave, you have to compensate me, don't think about leaving if you don't pay!"

Zhong Xiaofei was so surprised that he thought he had misheard, but the serious and cunning expression of the middle-aged man in glasses told him that everything was true!

Zhong Xiaofei was angry, and said in his heart, "Are you still human? Do you know what's wrong? I saved you, if you don't say thank you, forget it, you don't want to lie to me! Is there still a reason in this world? Do you think that if the three gangsters can beat you, I can't beat you?

"Really, what if I don't compensate you?" Zhong Xiaofei held back his anger and said calmly.

"If you don't compensate me, you don't have to think about leaving...... The middle-aged man in glasses grabbed Zhong Xiaofei's sleeve: "I'll just call people, saying that you are my unfilial son, and I don't want to support my father after making money! You see, there are so many people on the street, there must be people who will believe it, maybe there are colleagues in your company, if they know, they will definitely laugh at you, you are a person with a head and a face, why bother to meet an old man like me? It's better to pay me a little money, not only will I not cause you trouble, but I will also be grateful to you, do you say it's good?......

"Not good!" Zhong Xiaofei laughed angrily: "If you want to shout, you can shout, don't say Lao Tzu, even grandpa, you can shout! You see if anyone will believe it!" Throwing off the hand of the middle-aged man with glasses, he strode forward, holding back the anger in his heart, and his heart said that it was really inexplicable.

"Stop!" shouted the middle-aged man in glasses.

Zhong Xiaofei ignored him at all, and continued to greet the taxis on the street, which was also strange, the taxis in the past were full, and after greeting several times, they couldn't stop one.

"Come on, come on!" The middle-aged man in glasses patted his legs and cried dryly: "You all come to see this unfilial son, leave his father alone in the countryside, don't care, woo, I'm so miserable, I actually raised such an unfilial son......"

In the Celestial Empire, no one may dare to help the old man when he falls on the street, and no one may dare to persuade him to fight on the roadside, but Lao Tzu scolds his son for being unfilial, and there will definitely be many people who will be indignant. These "indignant" people surrounded Zhong Xiaofei and the middle-aged man with glasses, whispering, and everyone cast a contemptuous look at Zhong Xiaofei.

Zhong Xiaofei felt that something was wrong.

In particular, the contemptuous gazes of a few beautiful mm made him a little unbearable. Although these people will not beat people, they obviously surrounded Zhong Xiaofei and prevented Zhong Xiaofei from leaving.

The so-called onlookers change the world, Zhong Xiaofei understood the power of this sentence.

Zhong Xiaofei immediately made a decision, took out his wallet from his pocket, took out two and handed them to the middle-aged man with glasses: "Okay, count you ruthless......"

If it was usual, he would definitely not give in easily, but today he was in a hurry to see Wu Yijie, and he was too lazy to entangle with the middle-aged man with glasses.

The middle-aged man with glasses covered his face with his hands and cried, opened his fingers, looked at the banknote in front of him, and then cried again: "Unfilial son, he doesn't even shout at his father, and he only gives two hundred yuan, and even one day's living expenses are not enough, you all judge it......"

Zhong Xiaofei took out two more.

The middle-aged man with glasses stopped crying, caught the banknote, and said with tears: "Daddy doesn't want your money, it's your filial piety, as long as you are good to Daddy, Daddy can do without ......money."

Zhong Xiaofei smiled dryly, held the arm of the middle-aged man with glasses, pulled him up, and said with a smile: "Come, Dad, I'll send you home." ”

"Yes, good son. ”

The middle-aged man in glasses squinted his glasses and smiled.

The ending was all happy, and the onlookers were very relieved and dispersed.

Zhong Xiaofei dragged the middle-aged man with glasses, walked quickly to the alley next to him, and said in his heart that he must teach this old thing a good lesson today!

"I can't walk, I can't walk...... I didn't expect the middle-aged man with glasses to suddenly hug the telephone pole on the side of the road, panting, his small eyes turned straight up, flashing with a cunning light, and he refused to go into the alley without saying anything.

Zhong Xiaofei dragged him twice unwillingly, and the middle-aged man with glasses immediately screamed as hungry as a pig.

Zhong Xiaofei's teeth itched with hatred, but there was no way.

"Okay, I'm cheap for you today!" Zhong Xiaofei put down a sentence hatefully, turned around to leave, Wu Yijie was still waiting for him at home, he couldn't delay any longer, the four hundred yuan was just to feed the dog.

"Hey. Don't go!I've got something to say to you!" shouted the middle-aged man in glasses.

Zhong Xiaofei didn't look back, and hurriedly looked at the taxi on the street.

"Hey, you're a good person, but you have to be careful, within three days, you may have a bloody disaster!Although your peach blossom luck continues, I tell you, that's not a good thing!" shouted the middle-aged man with glasses holding a telephone pole.

Zhong Xiaofei was stunned for a moment, and turned around: "What did you say?"

"I said that you have a lot of peach blossom luck, there are a lot of beauties to give you a hug, and the boss of the company also values you very much, but you also have a lot of trouble, always fighting and killing people, and there will be a bloody disaster just recently!" The middle-aged man with glasses lowered his voice, his small eyes turned straight up, and his old face was pale and yellow, glowing with mysterious light, when he spoke, he stretched out his left hand, and his thumb kept clicking and calculating back and forth on the knuckles of the middle finger of his index finger, which was exactly the appearance of a roadside fortune teller.

Zhong Xiaofei looked the middle-aged man in glasses up and down carefully, confirming that he definitely didn't know him, and he was even sure that he had never seen him before! That is to say, this was a complete stranger, but listening to the tone of the middle-aged man in glasses, he seemed to know a lot about Zhong Xiaofei.

Zhong Xiaofei turned around and walked back to the middle-aged man in glasses.

The middle-aged man with glasses shook his head and said: "I have seen a lot of people's faces, your face is the best, the five-star middle palace, the sky is round, the eyes are bright, the eyebrows are stretched, he is a person who scatters wealth with righteousness, has peach blossoms in his life, and can marry at least five wives, but unfortunately, there is a black mole on the back of your neck, so you have to go through a lot of twists and turns, and there are many ups and downs, if you don't get it right, you will lose your life......"

Zhong Xiaofei listened to his chatter, and was surprised, how did he know about the black mole on the back of his neck?

Although Zhong Xiaofei didn't believe in things like feng shui gossip on his faces, and he never took the initiative to find someone to see it, but when he heard the middle-aged man with glasses say this, he was moved, because what the middle-aged man with glasses said was exactly what he said, is he a hermit master?

But the middle-aged man with glasses didn't want to say anything, let go of the telephone pole, patted the dust on his body, and muttered in a low voice: "Okay, I told you so much, and it can be regarded as worthy of your six hundred yuan, I should go, I haven't eaten lunch yet, damn, the three little cubs are really ruthless, and their backs still hurt......"

Touching his waist, he turned around and was about to leave.

Zhong Xiaofei hurriedly grabbed him.

"What are you doing?" the middle-aged man in glasses stopped, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth and a sly look in his eyes.

"Hehe, old man, can you tell me a little more detail? How do you know that I have peach blossoms? I also fight and kill people? Who told you!"

Zhong Xiaofei smiled.