Turning around, Lao Huang saw a group of people sitting there, and his excited eyes were red. He pointed to Lin Qingyin in the middle and said: "Comrade police, it is the little girl who spread feudal superstitions. She gave people fortune-telling. Gua costs more than one thousand yuan, and it's too dark!"
Chen Lele and Zhu Yao were a little puzzled when they saw this, the little master wouldn't be able to figure out such a thing, why didn't they leave quickly? If they actually encountered the fortune-telling scene in the past, they would really have to bring people back to the office. While hesitating, there was a sudden burst of laughter from the crowd, and then someone shouted excitedly: "It's too funny, then?"
The two looked at each other, and hurried over there. After hearing what Lin Qingyin said, their hanging heart fell halfway—the little master was actually telling everyone a story, which was the story of fortune-telling in ancient times. , Amusing the people who watched the excitement, each one is as excited as listening to a stand-up comedy.
Lin Qingyin didn't seem to notice that the four people were the same, and continued to slowly tell his story. In her previous life, she had never gone out to practice, but there were many disciples who had gone to the mortal world. Knowing that she loves to listen to something new, she told her about fun and interesting things. If it is true, Lin Qingyin can speak for decades without repetition.
Lin Qingyin suddenly stopped talking about the most exciting moments, sitting cross-legged on the ground and smiled at Chen Lele and Zhu Yao: "What's the matter?"
Chen Lele stretched out his hand to carry the stunned old Huang, and asked him with a smile, "When did storytelling also spread feudal superstition? Explain it to me! You are a false policeman!"
This time, Lao Huang couldn't explain clearly, and he hurriedly made two gestures: "No, she is fortune-telling, she just did it!"
"It's a fortune-telling story. Who has stipulated that the story should be restricted to the subject matter?" Chen Lele gave him a blank look, then turned to ask the dozens of people sitting next to Lin Qingyin: "What are you doing here?"
Everyone replied in unison: "Listen to the story!"
"Have you seen anyone doing fortune-telling here just now?"
"did not see it!"
Lao Huang was about to cry, looking for the mother and daughter who didn't find the fortune-telling just now, and hurriedly jumped her feet: "You are covering her. She was here for fortune-telling just now, and all the money was collected, and I saw it all!"
"What have you seen?" Aunt Li, a loyal fan of Lin Qingyin, stood up and sprayed Lao Huang's face: "I saw you kidnapped? Who wouldn't be foolish!"
The old Huang took two steps back embarrassedly, and pointed at Aunt Lin and cursed: "You old woman can't open her mouth to talk nonsense, I am a person of status! Do you know if you are slanderous like this?"
"I have an identity? Why didn't I know that a liar has an identity?" A person in his forties suddenly stood up in the crowd; he walked out with a sneer, "Master Huang, I haven't had time to find you to settle the account. I ran into you here!"
Lao Huang looked at the person in front of him in a daze, and he was stunned to recognize this person. This person had seen Feng Shui with him last month and invited some Feng Shui instruments back. That was his biggest one in the past few months. It's a business.
"Comrade police, my name is Zhang Dahe, and I want to report this person's fraud by my real name!" Zhang Dahe pointed to Lao Huang and said, "I met this so-called Master Huang when I went to see the teacher last month. He said I was in bad luck. There was a disaster of blood and light, so I was dragged to his studio for fortune-telling. In the end, it didn’t mean that there was a problem with my feng shui. It cost me more than 1,800 yuan to buy a bunch of feng shui artifacts, plus he used to watch feng shui for fortune-telling. The money cost me three thousand yuan!"
Lao Huang looked at the two policemen next to them with their ugly faces and quickly waved his hands and explained: "Mr. Zhang, you can't spit people, we are obviously a deal you want, how can we get involved in fraud?"
"It's not a scam? I didn't know how to calculate it and let me buy a bunch of useless things!" Old Huang angrily took out a bunch of Five Emperors' money and handed it to Chen Lele: "Look, comrade police, this is what he asked One of the artifacts I asked for was said to be five emperor coins. The price was higher because of its good appearance. The price was higher. As a result, I met someone who knows how to do it two days ago. It's not worth it!"
Aunt Li was so excited as she listened: "Xiao Chen, is this counterfeit currency a felony? He is severely sentenced!"
Chen Lele couldn't laugh or cry: "Mother, counterfeit currency refers to RMB, which has nothing to do with ancient money!"
Aunt Li curled her mouth unconvincedly, and squeezed her eyes at Zhang Dahe hard, motioning him to think again about what this shameless guy had done! Even if these two cheeky creatures were jealous of the little master, they actually dared to smash the scene. No wonder the little master said that the villain was offended today. The co-authoring was the two unfortunate things that made trouble.
When Zhang Dahe received a hint from his eyes, he really remembered: "Comrade Police, his fortune-telling house is in the community. I didn't even have a business license or something. Is it illegal business?"
Lao Huang is almost crying, I have a house that is pretty good, how can I get a business license for this thing!
Chen Lele smiled and patted Lao Huang on the shoulder: "Huang Youde, report here to spread feudal superstitions. As a result, they only tell stories with fortune-telling. You are reporting to the fake police. In addition, you have to tell us when he reported your fraud. The police station assists in the investigation, let's make a record with us first!"
Lao Huang panicked immediately and quickly explained that he was trying to save his innocence: "Comrade police, I am a director of our Qicheng Zhouyi Association. I understand Zhouyi fortune-telling, and I am definitely not a liar." In the panic, he saw Lin. The voiceless old god was sitting on the withered yellow grass, and suddenly seemed to have found a person to vent: "She is a liar, she fools these older people into believing her crooked ways."
Before Chen Lele and Zhu Yao could speak, the women in their thirties were unhappy, and stood up and covered their faces and surrounded Lao Huang: "Who do you think is old? It's not easy to pick out the eyeballs for you. Believe it or not when pinball?"
"It's not a good thing to look at someone who looks like a person and doesn't speak human words. You have red eyes!"
"It's not a serious person to look at it like this, so I am embarrassed to say that I belong to the Zhouyi Association? Hey, your association is not an illegal organization, right? It has not been certified by the government!"
While talking, they stretched out their hands to push, and when they were not paying attention, they squeezed the flesh of Lao Huang's body hard, and the painful Lao Huang backed away again and again. But there were a lot of people behind him. Some took advantage of kicking him, some took advantage of the opportunity to push him, some pinched the flesh on his arm and twisted it vigorously, almost driving Lao Huang crazy.
"Comrade police, look at them beating people!"
Zhu Yao was asking about how Zhang Dahe was deceived. Hearing this, she raised her head and exhorted: "If you have something to say, don't do it!"
"I know Comrade Police! We will never do it!" Several women agreed loudly, but when it was time to start, they were not soft at all, so they almost took off the high heels and knocked him on the head.
Old Huang was forced to retreat again and again, and almost fell on Zhang Dahe. Zhang Dahe's five- and three-handedly picked up his collar and slipped away: "Small, I dare to lie to you Zhang Ye, if it weren't for Xiao Da..." Zhang Dahe, who had missed it, glared at Lao Huang, and stubbornly got used to him on the ground: "I will share your last name without telling you!"
Lao Huang's ass was almost broken into pieces, and he didn't know whether to cover his nose or his ass because of the pain.
Zhang Dahe squatted down and poked his forehead very rudely: "Did you still hold a thick book and show me how many customers you have over the years? Are they all evidence of your fraud?"
"I didn't swindle!" Old Huang shook his hands helplessly, crying without tears, defending himself: "I can spread feudal superstition at best! Most detained, not enough to sentence!"
Chen Lele stretched out his hand to drag Lao Huang up, and said angrily: "The detention is a sentence that depends on the results of the investigation. You should go back with us for the investigation first."
Li Kang, who had been in a daze, saw Lao Huang's three-and-a-half hits and he put himself in. He was so frightened that he didn't even dare to say anything. He was about to sneak away while in a mess, so he was stopped by a woman. Way to go: "Hehe, where do you want to go, Master?"
When Li Kang saw her, his face turned green. Last week he gave the woman a fortune-telling and asked her for 500 yuan in the name of changing her luck.
Li Kang touched his pocket, and even if it was full, there would be three hundred left, which was not enough to repay the money at all. When the woman saw this, she sneered. When she turned her head and wanted to call the police, Li Kang rushed over first: "Comrade police, I set up a stall again last week, but I swear that I will only give her a good idea and close the stall! Can I just detain without fines for surrendering?"
"Okay, let's go back to the station and make a transcript." Chen Lele gave a wink and signaled that Chen Yao would lead the people back to the police station first, and when the few people were far away, he beckoned and called Fatty Wang aside and whispered to him: "These two are fortune-telling. I think the little master has recently become famous and has caused red-eye. It is better to let the little master change to a private place to be safer, so that we will not make the little master embarrassed by the police again and again."
Fatty Wang knew that Chen Lele had kindly reminded him, and quickly said: "The place has been cleaned up. The little master has already figured out this matter today, so I only counted three in the morning, and I was stuck telling a story."
Chen Lele turned his head and glanced, and saw that the little master told the story that was not finished just now, and the other people's minds were all in the story and no one paid attention to themselves. Then he whispered: "How many numbers are in the queue now? How many times will it be my turn?"
Fatty Wang took out his phone and flipped through it and found Chen Lele's name: "There are fifteen people in front of you. It is estimated that it will be your turn next Sunday. Don't worry, I will notify you in advance."
Chen Lele made a "v" gesture, and distributed the pamphlet "Believe in Science, Stay Away from Superstition" that he had brought to the people present. Lin Qingyin also took a copy and turned over two pages, a serious comment. : "It's well written, I'll read it to everyone in a while, so I won't be fooled by a liar."
Just after Chen Lele gave his instructions, he turned his head and ran into Marshal Yang who was running with a gray head and face. Seeing Mr. Yang's messy hair, his shirt black and white with no color, and he was staggering while walking, Chen Lele quickly reached out and helped him: "Hello, do you need our help?"
Marshal Yang pointed to Lin Qingyin who was sitting on the ground, and said hoarsely, "I'm looking for her."
"It's looking for the little master to fortune it!" Chen Lele let go of Marshal Yang, and said hello to Fatty Wang: "Okay, you are busy, I have to go back, and I have to do it for the two who spread feudal superstitions. The transcript."
Little master
Marshal Yang looked at Lin Qingyin and then at Chen Lele and felt a little dazed: The little master you mentioned, comrade police, is also involved in superstitious activities, don't you take it away together