The old man got under the wheels, and his withered hands clasped the wheels.

"If you give me 200 yuan, I'll leave, I will definitely not trouble you, if you don't give it, just crush me to death!"

As he spoke, the old man took out a handcuff and handcuffed his wrists to the wheels.

"It's the first time I've seen such a strong determination to touch porcelain and die."

"You've got the bottom line of human beings, and psychology is playing well."

Feng Yin squatted down and sat on the ground casually, with an extra knife in his hand at some point, and took it in his hand to pick his nails.

"Come, I'll analyze it for you, you always show me, right?"

"You choose a vehicle, if you guess well, at least it is a car with 150,000 yuan, 200 yuan is not much, and you can pay for a meal of wine if you say less, you are forced to die, you are very old, and the average car owner chooses to give you 200 yuan between you and die of illness, save trouble and 200 yuan."

"They all know you, which means that you are often active in this area, and you are at least over seventy, do you think that the police have nothing to do with you, and now arresting you and putting you in prison means that the state has given you a pension, right?"

"Papapapa"

Wind Groan applauded.

"Good strategy, the numbers are also good, just on the standard line of people, accurate, cost-effective, at the end of the day, touch ten or eight porcelain, your income is not low."

The old man on the wheel, the first time he met someone like Feng Yin.

Don't give money, don't call the police, she sits on the ground and chats with you.

The content of the nagging made the old man frightened.

She's right.

"Oops—I don't know what you're talking about, you hit someone, you lose money, rightly so."

"Justified? Don't you think this is the era of imperial power, but now you pay attention to the law, and you have to keep pace with the times. ”

Feng Yin was not in a hurry at all, and sat on the ground and chatted.

"Boss, it's cold on the ground."

"Boss, drink some water."

Zhang Boer sent the mat, Lin Yu sent water, and Feng Yin chatted with the old man for another half an hour with the blessing of the mat and water cup.

Half an hour later, the old man couldn't stand it anymore and his wrist hurt.

"I know it's not right, I really can't help it!"

Feng Yin's mind moved slightly, is this about to start selling miserably?

Sure enough, the old man told a very tragic story.

After the death of his wife, he picked up an abandoned baby, and finally raised it to the age of five, but the child became seriously ill, and he spent all his savings to treat the child, and his own son did not understand this behavior and cut off contact with him.

He was alone, incapacitated, and with a sick child, so he made this decision.

"I really have no choice, please, give me two hundred yuan, the child really can't wait, he needs surgery."

Financing the cost of surgery.

"Hey—he's telling the truth, his house is over there."

"What a godsend!"

"We've all given him money, but we can't give it anymore."

The neighbors around him all spoke, and they were sympathetic and bored with the old man.

After listening to it, Feng Yin was indifferent, she had seen too much suffering.

But Lin Yu couldn't bear it, looked at the wind crying, and asked in a low voice: "Boss, or let's give him two hundred!" Definitely not more! I swear! I'm not bad at heart! ”

Lin Yu's cautious appearance made Feng Yin smile.

"Silly girl, is your boss and I a hard-hearted person?"

"Hurry up, help the old man up."