Although this result was not surprising to Chu Ping, it was still a bit sudden after all.
"Well, it's revealed. What happened a few days ago was that the flea market was renovated. The previous stalls were converted into fixed stalls. If you want to continue there, you have to pay. We are all running a small business. How can we have money to pay rent?
Basically, all the people who had set up stalls there have changed places. Only Lao Xie Tou is more stubborn. He insists on staying there because he says the feng shui is good there. The problem is that he has not paid the rent yet. He is not an official.
So I knocked down his stall."
Brother Mickey Mouse took the cigarette handed over by Chu Ping and took two puffs. Then he suddenly grabbed an older brother who just glanced at the stall, as if he was seeing a relative.
"Brother, brother, you look like a person of good taste. The jade you were looking at just now is an ancient jade from a thousand years ago. It is priceless. Today, I reluctantly give up my brother. I will give you 50,000 yuan. How about it? Brother, please think about it."
?Brother, please don’t go. Brother, stay. Brother, five thousand...or five hundred is fine...brother..."
Seeing his elder brother disappearing into the crowd, Mickey Mouse returned to his stall dejectedly.
"Hey, business is hard to do now," Mickey Mouse said, looking up at Chu Ping, and then his traitorous businessman's face was clearly revealed, "How about you take care of me? I just saw what you did to Bohu, brother.
I'm very interested in the picture of the chicken pecking rice. Why don't you take it back to open a door for my brother?"
Chu Ping didn't expect that this eldest brother would take the business on himself.
"How much...how much..."
"It's not expensive. It's only forty-eight thousand. If you buy it, you will make a profit. Bohu's authentic work is priceless. Brother, why are you leaving? Or four thousand... four hundred will do..."
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After Chu Ping left the flea market, he returned to his car. He did not go home immediately.
"Old Xie is no longer here, where can he go?"
In fact, Chu Ping never thought that this would be the case before Chu Ping came over.
Chu Ping took out his cell phone and pressed Lao Xie's phone number. After a busy tone, the call was answered.
"Hey, where are you? I'm going to the flea market..."
Before Chu Ping finished speaking, he heard a clanging sound coming from the opposite side, followed by the shrill wail of Old Xie Tou.
"I'm on the overpass, oh, stop fighting, stop fighting, my robe is torn, it's just this robe I have."
Chu Ping was stunned for a moment, but then he realized that Old Xie Tou had caused trouble, and he was probably being chased by someone right now.
"Um...just bear with me..."
Before Chu Ping finished speaking, a busy signal came from the other end of the phone.
"Old Xie is being chased by the city management again?"
Chu Ping really couldn't imagine who Lao Xie would offend as his first charlatan.
Without thinking any more, Chu Ping started the car and drove towards the overpass.
Overpass mostly refers to a cross-street overpass in Nancheng District. At first, the city center of West China City was actually Nancheng District. It was not until several major shopping malls settled in Xicheng District that the city center of West China City began to gradually shift there. Over time, many people
Then they forgot the original glory of Nancheng District.
About ten minutes later, Chu Ping's white second-hand Jetta arrived at the overpass in Nancheng District. At this time, the overpass was very busy. People were surrounded by people on the third floor and the third floor. It was impossible to see what was going on inside.
I only heard a somewhat familiar voice, where they kept shouting for mercy. Maybe they shouted for a long time. By the time Chu Ping got there, the voice had become very hoarse.
"Isn't it Old Shatou who's shouting for mercy inside?"
Chu Ping thought about the words he heard shouting from the other party when he called Lao Xie, and his thoughts became more certain.
Thinking of this, Chu Ping hurriedly squeezed into the crowd, and then happened to see a long strip of old Xie Tou's shabby yellow monk's robe being torn off.
"What's going on? That old man seems to be a fortune teller, right? Why did he provoke others and get beaten like this?"
Chu Ping did not intend to help, but asked a middle-aged woman beside him who was watching the fun.
"What a half-fairy, it's all a lie," the middle-aged woman curled her lips, "Did you see the man who just slapped the old man? Even he didn't know who he heard it from a few days ago. There is a man here.
Ban Xian'er is very clever, so I came here to ask him to check on things. I have lived here for more than ten years. I have heard of Liu Ban Xian'er in Qixia Hutong, Li Ban Xian'er in Ban Gangzi, and this Ban Xian'er named Xie.
This is the first time I’ve heard of it.”
"What happened next? Did Xie Banxian'er go?"
Chu Ping was worried that the middle-aged woman would tell everything she knew about the half-immortals, so he hurriedly brought the topic back.
"Of course I went, but as you saw the result, the offender came over and smashed his stall. The half-fairy was not happy and wanted to argue with him, but he got another big slap in the face.
Go up."
After the middle-aged woman said this, she showed a very painful expression, as if the slap she just slapped on Lao Xie's face was actually a slap on her face.
The middle-aged woman wanted to continue talking, but in the blink of an eye, she discovered that the young man she had just been talking to had already left.
"These young people today are so rude."
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Lao Xie covered his burning cheeks with his head and sat on the ground, looking like an angry girl.
"I told you to talk nonsense!"
The bald man had a fierce look on his face and raised his hand to slap Lao Xie on the other side of his face. Lao Xie looked older, but his physical fitness was definitely comparable to that of an average young man.
Seeing the bald man's palm slowly enlarging in front of his eyes, he didn't bother to stand up, rolled and crawled into the crowd, and then ran towards the outside of the crowd without looking back.
The bald man's slap missed, and with a fire in his heart, he shouted and chased in the direction where Old Xie Tou escaped.
"You bastard, don't run away if you can. I'll let you talk nonsense."
Lao Xie, who was running in front, refused to lower his head and admit his mistake. Although he didn't look back, his voice came through.
"I'm not talking nonsense. Your father is already approaching his end. This is his destiny."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'll tear your mouth apart!"
The bald man was obviously offended by what Old Xie Tou said. In fact, as long as Old Xie Tou admitted his mistake, apologized, and gave the bald man a step back, the matter would be over. However, Old Xie Tou had a stubborn temper.
When he came up, he showed no intention of apologizing, and identified the bald man's father, who should be dead by now.
Old Xie Tou had very good physical strength. He ran five to six hundred meters in one breath without even taking a breath. Looking back at the bald man, he was out of breath just after running about a hundred meters, and it was difficult to even speak.
Just when the bald man was about to continue chasing Lao Xie, his vision suddenly went dark and he felt as if he had bumped into someone.
"Oh no, who dares to block my way?"
This sentence was supposed to be a very fierce one, but because the bald man had not taken a full breath just now, the originally fierce words suddenly lost their momentum.
When the bald man saw that no one was speaking, he looked up and saw Chu Ping's face and his eyes that were a bit difficult to see through.
"Who are you?"
The bald man was intimidated by Chu Ping's gaze. His original arrogance was suddenly reduced by three points, but he couldn't bear to give in, so he had to bite the bullet and shout at Chu Ping.
"The person who saved you."
At this time, Chu Ping looked enigmatic, very much like the old Xie Tou who deceived people back then.
Chu Ping's appearance made the bald man a little unsure about the identity of the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Save me? Humph, I think I'd better save you first."
As he spoke, the bald man slapped Chu Ping on the cheek. The bald man's slap was broad and powerful. If he really received such a slap, a thin person would be admitted to the hospital directly.
(Now it seems that old Xie Tou can actually run a mile in one breath. His physical fitness is quite extraordinary.)
When Chu Ping was in the police academy, he was the champion of the fighting competition. Although the bald man's slap was astonishingly powerful, in Chu Ping's eyes it was just childish. He dodged and the bald man's slap hit him completely.
"It's okay to be bullied by ghosts at night. If I'm afraid of people, I might as well just pee and drown."
Chu Ping smiled coldly and moved forward instead of retreating. He approached the bald man directly and punched the man in the stomach at the same time.
The bald man felt as if something heavy had been hit in his abdomen, and he knelt down on the ground, clutching his stomach, with a look of pain on his face. Saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, and then slowly fell to the ground.
"Well done!"
Old Xie Tou, who was running away just now, came behind Chu Ping at some point. Seeing the bald man kneeling down in extreme pain, Old Xie Tou's face was full of excitement that could not be concealed.
Zi is like a very philistine businessman.
Chu Ping glanced at Lao Xie, but after seeing his tattered yellow Taoist robe, he couldn't help but overlap the deceitful half-immortal in front of him with the yellow figure who had saved him many times in previous dreams.
together.
Seeing Chu Ping looking at him without blinking, Lao Xie felt a little guilty and didn't dare to look at him at all.
"Why are you looking at me like this? I have flowers on my face?"
Lao Xie turned his face to the other side, and at the same time touched his cheek back and forth with his hand, as if there was really a flower growing on his face.
"What's going on?"
Chu Ping also heard some of the conversation between the bald man and Lao Xietou just now, and probably understood the entanglement. However, he didn't understand one thing, why did Lao Xietou insist on saying that the bald man's father should be dead?
He knew that although Old Xie Tou was a bit wretched, his divination was quite accurate, so Chu Ping felt that there must be something fishy in it.
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