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Chapter 273 Who Said I Didn't Count

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    "It rained yesterday, and the Tianchao road in Xi'an is slippery. You see, your chassis is not very stable. If you fall, you won't be able to make a mistake. When you leave here, follow the road on the left, do you understand?"

    The fat man squinted his eyes and let out an "ah" and asked, "Just, that's it?"

    "Well, that's it, do you listen?"

    The fat man smiled cheerfully, and said: "It's not a big deal, you just let me crawl now, see if I can crawl forward for you and it's over."

    Fatty, Mr. Wu, and Mr. Mo Da greeted each other, bowed their hands, turned around and left.

    The three of them were a little confused, and after looking at each other, they asked Xiang Que: "Are you admitting defeat? Letting people go away after you didn't count. This makes us feel a little embarrassed."

    Elder Wu sighed, and said: "We can be regarded as invincible, but there is no way A thousand troops are easy to get, but a general is hard to find."

    Xiang Que, with a cigarette in his mouth, pointed in the direction where the fat man was leaving, and said, "Who said I didn't count?"

    "Did you forget it? When will you do it?" Old Man Lai asked in confusion.

    A few people followed Xiang Que's eyes to look at the leaving fat man, and he really did as Xiang Que said, after leaving here, he turned a corner and walked towards the left road.

    "Aim" A stray cat followed a crooked-neck tree by the side of the road and jumped up to a three-story store next to it. There was a protruding open-air balcony on the storefront.  There is a row of flower pots.

    When the wild cat got on the balcony, it grabbed a potted flower with its paws, and the flower pot just fell down.

    It fell to the ground with a "snap" and shattered.

    The fat man who had just walked past turned his head in shock, staring blankly at the flowerpot on the ground, which was a little foggy.

    If he hadn't happened to walk to the left, the potted flower on the balcony that was knocked down by a stray cat would have given him a bloodbath today.

    Mr. Mo Da and the others looked at Xiang Que in a flash. This outsider might use a coincidence to explain it, can they?

    "Hey, I'm going, I'm scared to death, I almost bleed all over my face." The fat man patted his chest with lingering fear, turned his head to look at Xiang Que and the others, and then cupped his hands.

    Xiang Que said lightly: "Be careful, it's not over yet."

    Old Wu and the others twitched again as they looked at Xiang Que.

    Fatty didn't hear these words. After he arched his hands, he turned around and just took a step, when there was a "click" under his feet.

    The fat man looked down and was confused again.

    "What the hell is this?" The fat man stepped on a small blue and white porcelain bowl, and the bowl was dried up and shattered by his No. 43 fat foot.

    Next to the fat man was a small stall selling antiques, and there were a bunch of odd trinkets on it. He stepped on the stall when he lifted his foot and landed.

    The stall owner was a little old man in his fifties. His eyes turned green when he saw the fat man crushing his family heirloom. He grabbed the fat man's arm and said, "Hey, let me tell you, look at it as you walk.  Come on, do you know the consequences of your step down? You stomped on a two-bedroom apartment in a building on the third ring road."

    "Ah" The fat man lost his mind for the third time today. He looked down at the debris under his feet, turned around and said to Mr. Mo Da and the others with a mournful face, "You guys, is it a little too unexpected for me to come here?  "

    The stall owner held him tight, and said, "What are you doing? I am the one here. Eight generations of authentic blue-and-white porcelain have been handed down from my ancestors. Christie's asked for eight million yuan the year before last, and they were robbed. I will spend the rest of my life in a family of five.  Just pointing at this bowl to live, two days ago an antique dealer asked me to bid for 200 pieces, I didn¡¯t even look at it, but now it¡¯s been smashed to pieces by you, what do you think?¡±

    The fat man looked at Mr. Mo Da and the others begging for help, and said, "Master, what do you think? Why didn't you tell me that today not only will there be bloodshed, but you will also lose money?"

    Master Xu and the others took a deep look at Xiang Que, then walked to the side of the fat man, and looked down at the blue and white porcelain fragments on the ground.

    The stall owner immediately drooped his face when he saw these people coming, coughed dryly with a smile, scratched his head and said nothing.

    "As for antiques, if someone gets a hole in it when they collect it, he deserves to admit it, but today's matter is obviously not a matter of business, right?" Mr. Wu bent down to pick up a piece of blue and white porcelain from the ground and said casually: "What do you think?"  How many generations have it been passed down from your ancestors? If this bowl can be as old as you, you can just go in and grab one of the things in my store."

    Mr. Mo Da didn't even look at it, and said: "It's useless to talk about anything else. How much money does this fat man look like? Do you really care if he wants six or seven figures in compensation? How much is it?"  If you give me a price, it¡¯s almost enough.¡±

    The stall owner smiled wryly and sighed.Tan Shou said: "I didn't look at the almanac when I went out today. I folded an item as soon as I left the stall. It depends on your face. I will close the stall right away and go home today. You will ask this gentleman to pay five hundred yuan."  Make it up to me, not much."

    "Not much, not much, then you ordered it and it's exactly five hundred." The fat man quickly took out all the money in his bag, and muttered: "Coincidentally, coincidentally, it's just right to do the math."  There are five hundred left, hey, I still have to walk home, I will lose weight when I get it.¡±

    Mr. Wu and the others hurried back to Xiang Que. He raised his head and asked with a smile, "You guys, who can take me away?"

    "You knew for a long time that he would be bloody if he walked to the right today, and he was destined to lose his money, so you just left him five hundred?" Mr. Wu blew his beard and looked shocked.

    "The iron mouth is broken? The signboard in my store has to be smashed." Mr. Mo Da sighed faintly, and said with a dejected face: "We can only look at the future of people and predict the future, but we can't break it in a short time."  At this moment, I used to think that this kind of legendary fortune-telling was just nonsense before, but today I have a long eye."

    ?Looking at astrology and divination is generally the way to predict your future fortune, family and career trends, but it is all general, that is to say, vague, and it can only be regarded as a trail.

    In the world of fortune-telling, the real avenue of fortune-telling is to gain insight into people's future affairs. As Mr. Mo Da said, Xiang Que can truly be worthy of a fortune-telling if he can tell a person's moment and moment.

    What is a break of one hour and three quarters?

    It is a fortune teller, you can calculate what happened in the hour after you left here.

    For example, the fat man who went in just now, if Xiang Que hadn't reminded him, his head would definitely be bleeding now, and for example, the five hundred yuan that Xiang Que left for him, he already knew that he was going to spend the money today  .

    Can such a person stay?

    It's good to keep it.

    If you can't keep you, you can't force others.

    Therefore, Mr. Mo Da and the others stopped forcing Xiang Que to become their treasure, but invited him back very respectfully, just drinking tea and asking him for advice.

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