"Little girl, the clear lines on your palms show that you are a sober-minded person, but the slight yellowing in your white and tender palms shows that you have been under great pressure recently." The old Taoist priest gently held the woman's hand in his palm. The old god said calmly.
The woman was wearing business attire, her chest was very full and undulating, and her black butt-covering short skirt exposed her two slender legs.
Listening to the words of the old Taoist priest, she kept nodding. She was a little tired of being harassed by the company's leaders recently. Today she took advantage of the noon time to go to the pedestrian street to relax. She didn't expect to see someone setting up a stall to read fortune telling. I came here with the attitude of giving it a try, but I didn't want every word of this old Taoist priest to sink into my heart.
"Master, how should I solve it like this?"
The master in her mouth was wearing a shabby Taoist robe, with two curls of gray beard above his lips. If his hands were not constantly rubbing the woman's palms, he would have a bit of a fairy spirit.
"I took the bait, I took the bait, oh my, this little hand is really soft... tsk tsk tsk tsk."
Zhang Feng's heart was filled with joy, but he didn't miss a trace on his face. He coughed twice and said calmly: "Don't be sad in life. You should know that what you gain is what you lose... huh?" He did not continue. As he continued speaking, he took out one hand from the woman's delicate palm and rubbed his thumb and index finger together.
The woman immediately took out her wallet and took out five red old man's heads and stuffed them into Zhang Feng's hand.
"You're too polite. I don't need so much. Don't do this. Oh, okay!"
Zhang Feng refused to accept it, but he quickly took the money and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Little girl, close your eyes gently, yes, relax and feel the gentle breeze blowing around you..."
He said slowly, and when the woman closed her eyes, Zhang Feng stood up quietly, slowly put away the things on the ground, and continued: "Do you feel the feeling of the wind blowing on your face? ? Like a mother's touch, a lover's touch, so gentle and quiet... "
As he spoke, Zhang Feng was already more than five meters away from the woman, and secretly said in his mouth: The wind is tight...
Joining the crowd, he took off his old robe and stuffed it into his backpack. He pulled off the sticky beard on his face, revealing a young and tender cheek, but there was always a sly smile on the corner of his mouth. Seems arrogant.
The woman slowly opened her eyes and saw that there was no one in front of her. She muttered: "The master is the master. He comes and goes without a trace. I have figured out what to do. Thank you, master."
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Zhang Feng didn't know the woman's reaction and didn't have time to think about it because he was blocked by four people in the alley near the pedestrian street.
Bald head, elastic vest, exposed tattoos, a large gold chain as thick as a finger around his neck, a standard four-piece suit for a ruffian.
"Brothers, I don't know if I have offended my little brother in any way. Please forgive me..."
With a timid smile on his face, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and said flatteringly: "Brothers, you guys are smoking, you have something to say, you have something to say!"
"Made, you dare to eat on the pedestrian street without worshiping the pier? We have been watching you for several days, and today we finally blocked you." The bald man standing at the front handed Zhang Feng He knocked the cigarette he came over to the ground and said in a bad tone.
Zhang Feng didn't feel any shame, but his attitude was more respectful, "Brother, I'm a newbie here and don't know the rules. Don't mind. Whatever you tell me, I'll do it right away."
The bald man nodded. It seemed that this boy was very knowledgeable and could save a lot of trouble.
"Let's do this, three thousand yuan a month as protection fee, and we'll protect you."
Hearing this, Zhang Feng was angry. He was really talking loudly. He could only earn one hundred and eighty yuan a day by telling people's fortunes on the pedestrian street. If he paid three thousand a month, wouldn't it be in vain? Moreover, Zhang Feng had this money. How can it be given to them if it is of great use
His eyes rolled around, Zhang Feng still had a flattering smile on his face, and said: "It's easy to talk, big brother, I still don't know what to call you."
When the bald man saw Zhang Feng taking to the road, he happily patted his chest and said, "Everyone on the road calls me Brother Tiger to save their face."
"Brother Biao, Brother Biao!"
Zhang Feng muttered a few words in a low voice, and suddenly his expression changed, "I'll go fuck your grandma, Brother Hu."
While speaking, he hit Brother Hu's lower body with a blow.
Brother Hu's body suddenly rose by three centimeters, his face turned purple, and his eyes widened. After holding it in for two seconds, a miserable scream came out of his throat, and then he covered his severely injured body with both hands. The crotch kept jumping.
Seeing the boss being raided, Brother Hu's three horsemen were stunned for a moment, then became angry. They all took out folding knives from their pockets and rushed toward Zhang Feng fiercely.
But just after taking two steps forward, they stopped and slowly retreated.
"You guys want to collect protection money from me and pay it back to Brother Tiger, even if you smash it, you are like an old cat!"
Zhang Feng held a dark pistol in his hand and walked forward as he spoke. When he took a step, the three horse boys took a step back.
Usually when I pull out a knife, the other party will be paralyzed with fear. When have I ever seen ruthless people carrying guns? If they were not pointed at the gun, they would have greased their feet and fled.
"Come on, throw down all the knives! The three of you stand side by side, stand closer!" Zhang Feng commanded.
Under the threat of a pistol, Ma Zai naturally did not dare to disobey. He quickly threw the folding knife on the ground and stood shoulder to shoulder according to Yan!
Taking two steps forward, Zhang Feng suddenly grinned brightly, revealing eight neat white teeth.
With his finger on the trigger, the violent gunshot he imagined did not sound. Instead: Bah!
A stream of water spurted out from the black hole of the muzzle and splashed on the faces of the three horse boys.
"Made, this kid is playing with us, it's a toy water gun... Oh, shit, there's pepper water in it, my eyes..."
Zhang Feng calmly stuffed the water gun back into his clothes, walked over and slapped Ma Zai on the face, and said with a smile: "Young master, I have been wandering around the world for more than ten years, how could I fall into the hands of you idiots?" ?”
"Hey, Brother Hu, are you okay? You need to go to the hospital quickly, otherwise you will become the last eunuch of the 21st century."
Making a strange sound, Zhang Feng walked over, pulled off the gold chain around his neck and stuffed it into his pocket, then patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Brother Hu, this is the price you pay for bullying me. ”
Humming a small tune, Zhang Feng walked out of the alley leisurely.
He had no idea that everything that happened here was being watched in secret. (To be continued)