Feng Yin guessed the orange in autumn, and had no clue, but he didn't call these two people.

"Hurry up and do it, if you can't clean it up, you will deduct money tomorrow!"

After saying this, the manager was leaving, and the uncle, who was bowing his head and sweeping the leaves, straightened up and pointed the stick at the manager.

"Deduction money! Just know how to deduct money! It's been deducted six times this month! ”

"What do you want, you say you can buckle it, do you want to buckle it all in your pocket!"

The old man's eyes were red, and a stick was about to fall, and the incident was about to escalate.

The broom in Fengyin's hand was thrown forward, and the old man's stick was accurately knocked away.

"Hey, the broom seller didn't say this is Harry Potter's broom, and he can fly by himself!"

Wind Yin caught up with his broom and stood between the old man and the manager, holding the old man's stick with one hand back.

The hand holding the stick was as steady as Mount Tai, and the old man couldn't pump it at all.

Feng Yin smiled a little scary at the manager who was about to scold angrily.

"Rabbits bite people when they're in a hurry, let alone people?"

"People are very interesting, sometimes just a thought can turn a living person into a dead person, don't you think it's fun?"

"Fifty yuan of life, how much is a loss, what do you say?"

The manager was really frightened by the wind yin, and just said stiffly: "He is also worthy, an old immortal ——-"

He didn't finish speaking, because for the first time, the manager looked into the eyes of the old man behind him.

He swallowed the words behind him, and said to himself: "Forget it today, and sweep diligently next time." ”

The man quickly left, and Feng Yin finally let go of the stick in his hand, and smiled at the old man like a harmless girl next door.

"Uncle, isn't it fragrant to drink a little wine, aren't the grandchildren at home cute?"

In two sentences, the old man with red eyes put down the stick in his hand and said, "They are too bullying." ”

"It's not good to bully people, but it's even worse to hurt people, let alone hurt people by a thousand and hurt oneself by one and a half, it's not necessary."

"Look at me, I'm young, inexplicably in debt of more than 130 million, if I'm not alive and well, there is hope in life, what if I turn the tables against the wind one day, isn't it?"

"You, you owe so much money?"

The old man obviously didn't believe it, and Feng Yin took the mobile phone to show the old man.

"This is my live broadcast room, you ask these people, is what I said true?"

The comments in the comment area flashed one by one, and the old man took great pains to read a few, and looked at Feng Yin with a look of understanding.

"They all scolded you, aren't you angry?"

"Isn't it like their hearts to be angry, how can I do such an act that harms themselves and benefits others."

I don't know if Feng Yin's unique way of comforting played a role, or after some comparison, the old man found that his suffering seemed to be really nothing, in short, the old man was angry.

The people around the excitement also said a few words happily, and then dispersed.

Feng Yin took his mobile phone and continued to sweep the streets.

"How much is it today? Please have nothing to do with your idle head, and people only earn 1,002 a month. ”

"Besides, I'm not here to make money today, yesterday I was lucky enough to be selected by the chicken leg and became one of the food poisoning patients. Spit out filth all over the floor, and I promised a cleaner aunt to come to work today. ”

"No way, that's how I talk about credit!

began to boast again, so that the live broadcast room had no way to take the warm route.

[Look at the public account of the public security in D City, there is a wind groan! ] 】

[There really is, the big melon is ripe. 】

(End of chapter)