Wei Zhi held his forehead deeply, even though Zhuo Oi had already told him that senior Zhang Zipiao had a dark history of stealing things.
But if you don't correct this problem in modern cultivation society, you will still be arrested and jailed... and petty theft is considered a low-level behavior even in Songhai City No. 1 Prison.
Even if Zhang Zipiao really went in, he, an eternally strong man, would probably not have much face.
After all, it was impossible to be locked up with the mahjong trio who had made spectacular mistakes.
At the entrance of the coffee shop, Wei Zhi ordered two iced lattes, and then patiently carried out legal education and criticism education for Zhang Zipiao in front of the coffee shop.
"Senior, don't think I'm verbose. If you don't correct this problem, you will have big problems in the future." Wei Zhi said.
Zhang Zitu stirred the straw in his hand and sucked the iced latte in his hand. This was his first time drinking coffee and he felt great.
And the most important thing is that he suddenly felt that Wei Zhi was cute.
It is rare to see such interesting and patient juniors.
Zhang Zipiao's nature is actually not bad. Apart from the fact that the problem of stealing things is difficult to correct for a while, he is not ambiguous about admitting his mistakes.
Now he and Li Xian live under someone else's roof, and the landlord is Wei Zhi.
Although Wei Zhi's age is very different from theirs.
But among three people, there must be a teacher like me.
If they want to become familiar with modern social life, they still need to rely on Wei Zhi.
Therefore, in a sense, Wei Zhi is also the master of Zhang Zipiao, Li Xian and others.
After obediently listening to Wei Zhi's criticism and education, Zhang Zipiao also drank the last cup of latte in his hand. Then he looked at Wei Zhi with a stern look: "Return the money and then make meritorious service, right?"
"Dedicate your crime to meritorious service?" Wei Zhi didn't understand what it meant.
"Where are there more pickpockets?" Zhang Zipiao asked.
A crowded place where pickpockets are common and easy to pick up.
The first thing Wei Zhi thought of was the subway station.
In fact, this is the way to go.
It happened that the Spiritual Beast Market they were going to was originally connected by bus to subway.
If it hadn't been for the purpose of educating Zhang Zipiao on the way, they might have gotten on the subway long ago.
"Senior, are you trying to catch a thief?"
Wei Zhi suddenly laughed. He thought Zhang Zipiao's idea was a good one, but he thought it was not that easy: "Today's thieves are all very good. And it's not easy to catch them first."
"It's okay, I'll take care of it. If I can catch 10 today, just buy me another cup of this. What's this called?"
"Iced latte."
"Well... iced latte. If you have this, that's enough."
"If senior can really catch 10, I will buy him two drinks." Wei Zhi suddenly found it interesting.
"It's a deal." Zhang Zipiao nodded.
Afterwards, the two got up and walked towards the Line 8 subway station.
At the same time, those little thieves who are lurking in the subway still don’t know what will happen next...
…
As Zhang Zipiao, known as the "Father of Che Guevara" throughout the ages, he has long been labeled as the thief of all ages.
But this label was too long ago, and the past was too painful to look back on. Even Zhang Zipiao couldn't recall it.
There is a lyric called "I have not been a big brother for many years."
And Zhang Zipiao has been trapped in the shroud for so many years and has experienced so many years... It seems that he has left behind the long-lost nickname of "The Thief".
At this moment, he changed into modern clothes and stood in the crowd wearing the slim casual sweatshirt Wei Zhi prepared for him.
No one can imagine it.
This seemingly ordinary-looking uncle is a bandit leader...
"Can we really catch him?" Wei Zhi stood next to Zhang Zipiao, feeling particularly curious.
Because catching a thief is a task that must be carried out smoothly without delaying your own schedule.
Ten pickpockets may not be a lot, but it's actually a lot.
There are a lot of pickpockets in subway stations, but most of them are very cautious.
If some people don't take action, you can't do anything about them.
In fact, the moment he entered the subway station, Zhang Zitu's "thief radar" was already activated.
After just looking around, he cracked open and locked in a lot of suspects.
However, these thieves are relatively scattered, and Zhang Zipiao cannot directly attack them in groups before catching the current situation.
But he had other ideas.
"Did you see the man wearing a silver watch in front of you?" Zhang Zi whispered in Wei Zhi's ear without squinting.
"Ah, you found it so quickly?" Wei Zhi couldn't believe it.
"Don't stare, or you'll make him suspicious." After Zhang Zipiao explained, Wei Zhi immediately looked away.
Although I just glanced at it.
But Wei Zhi really found it hard to believe that the man wearing a silver watch and looking like a white-collar elite could actually be a pickpocket.
Pickpockets are good at disguising themselves.
Throughout the ages, there have been many people who have worn bright Taoist robes, dressed themselves up as celebrities in the world of cultivation, made friends everywhere, and then waited for opportunities to go to other people's homes to commit petty crimes...
This old tradition was passed down from Zhang Zipiao.
Unexpectedly, it has been continued in the modern cultivation society.
As soon as I get here...
I saw these modern counterparts, oh no... they were pickpockets.
Zhang Zipiao actually felt like he was home.
As a thief, the behavior of these people was too childish in Zhang Zitu's eyes.
"The number is enough." Using his thieves radar to analyze a wave of scattered pickpockets in the subway station, Zhang Ziqiu knew what he was hiding from.
He felt he could exceed his target.
After about a few seconds, he started to say loudly to Wei Zhi: "How could anyone go to the bank with such a big bag of gold coins?"
As he said this, he shook the box of coins he had just brought from the bus. In fact, these were not gold coins at all, it was just something Zhang Zi whispered.
"Hug... Sorry..." Wei Zhi looked at this sudden scene and was stunned. Then he quickly touched the back of his head and almost didn't respond.
But he quickly figured out Zhang Zipiao's intention.
This is "crowd ridicule".
He said this deliberately so that the pickpockets who heard nearby would gather together.
as expected.
When Zhang Zipiao and Wei Zhi boarded the subway, the pickpockets who had been targeted by Zhang Zipiao all followed the subway one after another.
Some are single operators, while others are gangs.
As soon as they entered the subway, Wei Zhi and Zhang Zipiao were surrounded by a gang of pickpockets.
This is to deceive others.
So that those thieves reaching over can go unnoticed.
Zhang Zipiao deliberately held his bag of coins in his hand.
One minute after the subway started running normally, he felt a few pairs of thieves' hands starting to move...
"Eight hands?"
Zhang Zipiao couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
He thought this was too childish.
As a thief.
He actually had a title back then.
called.
Thousand-Hand Guanyin…
"Everyone, don't you think it's a bit excessive for so many of you to take action against this old man?" At this moment, in the silent subway, Zhang Zipiao suddenly spoke up.
Wei Zhi felt that doing so was a bit misleading.
But at this moment, Zhang Zipiao put the bag of coins he was holding on the ground.
This bag of money seemed to be attractive. The moment it landed, it attracted the hands of several thieves nearby to land at the same time...
The pickpockets all made strange noises of "Ah!"
Then all the money fell to the ground along with the bag of money that landed on the ground...
They found that their hands were stuck to the bag of money.
I can't pull it out...
(End of chapter)