Chapter Thirty-One Wisdom

  I asked the man at the head: "Is what he said true?"

  The man, although lying on the ground, still glared at me with a provocative gaze and said, "Big brother can leave his name, it's convenient for brothers to visit in the future."

  I smiled and said: "Do you believe me if I say I'm a sword god?"

  "Big brother doesn't want to say, that's fine. I'll find out myself. We can't be fooled by others and not even know the other person's face."

  "Are you thinking of settling accounts after autumn?"

  The man doesn't speak.

  "I said: 'Then I'll tell you, my surname is Long, my dad is Long Bao Hua.'"

  The man's face changed as he said: "Dragon Lord?"

  He was surrounded by a kidney deficiency, and another one shouted loudly: "No way, so you're saying you're Dragon Brother? This is really a big water performance in the Dragon King Temple, and a family doesn't recognize each other."

  I kicked him and said: "Who's with you?"

  That person despondently said: "You're right, Dragon Lord isn't on the same level as us, let alone our boss."

  The man sighed and said, "It seems that it's really Dragon Brother. No wonder our brothers fell silently." He probably didn't have any intention of revenge anymore, and with a desolate tone, he said, "What does Dragon Brother mean by finding us? Are you looking at this thread? If you really want to, it's just one word."

  "I hastily said, 'Don't misunderstand, I have no interest in your territory at all, just looking for something.'"

  Hanzi suddenly said: "So you're saying that the mouse has eyes but doesn't recognize Mount Tai and took Dragon Brother's things?"

  "Is that skinny guy a groundhog?"

  Hanzi said: "Jianghu nickname, is an outsider, just arrived not long ago, our boss saw him alone is not easy, thinking of the same industry's share called him to follow us together to do, who knows this little devil suddenly disappeared two days ago, Dragon brother you lost what, next time if we meet this little devil don't say anything else must ask him to give Dragon brother an explanation."

  I said: "It's not necessarily him who took it, I just casually asked."

  "Right," another lackey chimed in, "if Dragon Brother loses something, it's no small matter. Even if we wanted to help, it's not like we're at a level where we can just show up and offer our assistance."

  He wasn't entirely flattering, as the son of Long Bao Hua, I could have this kind of treatment. Speaking of which, another time a prison guard went out on an errand with 20,000 yuan in cash and was robbed, his bag also had a police ID card and some official documents. At that time, he was so anxious that he wanted to hang himself. In the end, the warden personally came forward and found my father who was in prison. My father calmly called someone to bring over a pencil and a piece of paper about two fingers wide, wrote a note on it, and handed it out: "A black leather bag with 20,000 yuan in cash and some official documents has been lost by our unit, please handle this matter." The note was passed into the hands of the local kingpin, and the next day the bag was returned to the prison guard's hands, with all the money and things intact. After counting carefully, there were even 1,000 yuan more as a "scare fee"...

  Since they didn't say anything false, I waved my hand and said: "Get up, everyone. Sorry about what happened earlier."

  Four people struggled to get up, looking at Su Jing with a mixture of fear and respect, rubbing their still numb palms: "Dragon Aunt is also from a 'noble family' background, right?"

  I told them: "You guys are also taking advantage of her, in her eyes you're just the underprivileged group, if it were a girl you'd be dead by now!"

  Four people: "......"

  After they left, I proudly said to Su Jing: "How's that? My identity as a black second generation is more impressive than Sword God's, right?"

  Su Jingdao: "What does your father actually do?"

  I said: "It's equivalent to your gang leader."

  "This is almost like my mother's identity."

  I asked in surprise: "What does your mother do?"

  Su Jingdao said: "As long as the goods are delivered within the Federation, Su's family will ensure that they arrive safely and without any errors, and so far, there have been no mistakes."

  I grasped her hand and shook it repeatedly, saying: "Ah, our backgrounds are quite similar!" My dad is a giant in the construction industry, her mom has a monopoly on transportation, no need to ask, behind the scenes of being a horse bandit, there must be some unclear and inexplicable forces supporting them. In a sense, Su Jing is also a second-generation black...

  Su Jingdao said: "It seems that the thief called Di Shu is quite cunning, and it's not bad to make him the next focus of our search."

  I sneered, "This kind of person may have been beaten to death somewhere and no one would care. Anyway, if he's still alive, it won't be hard to find him. As long as he's still in the jianghu, he'll inevitably cross paths with me."

  Su Jingdao said: "Then below..."

  I hastily stopped her: "Today's and tomorrow's tasks have already been completed, now it's my turn to be in charge."

  Su Jingdao: "Alright, I keep my word, but where are you going to take me?"

  "Go find Liu Laosan!"

  We entered the park and walked along the same route as last time, but we never saw Liu Laoliu. However, under another tree shade, I found an old man who also told fortunes. I asked him: "Old man, do you know where Liu Laoliu went? He used to tell fortunes over there."

  The old man rolled his eyes and said, "Don't know him!"

  "There he is sitting right there." I showed him Liu Lao Liu's business card.

  "Don't you have his phone number?"

  "It's broken."

  The old man said: "Then I have no choice either, fellow travelers are enemies, and we don't know each other."

  I could only look around blankly, hoping to find that old cheat from somewhere. The old man suddenly said: "Divination is the same as divination, since you're looking for him, why don't you ask me instead?"

  I turned back to look at Su Jing, Su Jing shook her head at me, meaning she couldn't sense any sword aura on the old man. I suddenly had an idea and said: "Then help me figure out where Liu Laoliu is, if you get it right, I'll give you money."

  The old man glanced at me and then lowered his eyebrows, saying: "I only predict good or bad luck and the flow of years, but if you're willing to spend some money, I do have a way to help you find him."

  "Hurry up and say it."

  The old man stretched out his palm towards me without saying a word. I put 10 yuan in his hand, and the old man remained motionless.

  "Isn't it too little?" I added another 10 yuan.

  The old man smiled without saying a word.

  "Is that all?" I steeled myself and handed over all the loose change, more than 50 yuan, to him. Only then did the old man raise his eyelids and put down his hand.

  "Come on, old man."

  The old man calmly picked up the money and slowly said, "Don't you have his phone number?"

  "I hastily said: 'Didn't I tell you to stop the machine?'"

  The old man's eyes suddenly opened wide and shot out two sharp glints, and he shouted: "You give him 50 yuan phone bill!"

  "Thud" I fell forward, collapsing and exclaiming: "How could I have forgotten?"

  The old man smiled and said meaningfully: "By this method, you will surely find the person you are looking for. Go!"

  I slapped the dirt off my body and said irritably: "I know too!"

  ……

  Apart from the park, I found a payment hall lined up behind two people, muttering to myself: "How did I not think of this? How did I not think of this..." The two people in front thought I was crazy and went to line up somewhere else...

  So fortune-telling is not a simple art, it requires deep roots in reality and finally extracts the most down-to-earth wisdom. If you let a fortune teller replace a leader to give a speech, there will generally be no problem, but if you let a leader replace someone to tell fortunes, the result is often that he will be cheated, because he may suddenly say: "Today is suitable for hard work and struggle, not suitable for extravagance and indulgence."

  When I got there, the shop assistant asked me: "How much?"

  "50," I said, and reported Liu Lao Liu's number.

  Then the salesperson almost killed me with one sentence: "Are you sure? Liu Lao Liu owes 51 yuan."

  Division line

  Actually, all jobs that rely on smooth talking are not easy to do. Look at those who perform cross-talks, they used to be good artists, but after being in high positions for a long time, they can't even speak properly anymore. They only appear once a year at the end of the year's grand literary and artistic evening party to say some mainstream eulogies, and eventually are forgotten by the people. There is still one more installment tonight. During the Three Jiang period, I will try to show up as many times as possible, so the chapter numbers are a bit smaller, please don't pick on me for being too thin...