Shen Fanlei was about to agree when there was a noise in the distance.
Ling Cang and Shen Fanlei were walking on a secluded tree-lined avenue. Directly in front of them was the lively East Wall. At this time, many people were gathered there, and they were making a fierce noise. In the distance, they could see a bald head dangling.
"Let's go." Shen Fanlei took Ling Cang's hand: "Let's go over and take a look."
"What's there to see? Let's get a room..." Ling Cang felt very strange because Shen Fanlei was not someone who liked to watch the excitement.
"Didn't you see?" Shen Fanlei pointed at the crowd with a half-smile: "Ding Maozhong is here."
Ling Cang took a closer look and found Ding Maozhong. The bald man didn't believe it.
Bu Xin often hangs around No. 1 Middle School. It's not surprising that he bumps into him. What's strange is why Ding Maozhong is here and gets entangled with Bu Xin.
Ling Cang walked over quickly and found that Bu Xin was covering his face like a pig's head. He said angrily, "You are destined to have no children in your life..."
Standing next to Ding Maozhong was a middle-aged woman who looked like she was in her forties. She was dressed very voluptuously. She was very beautiful and the clothes she wore were also very high-end. But she gave people a very vulgar feeling.
When she heard the unbelievable words, she immediately rushed forward with bared teeth and claws: "How dare you say..."
"What do you say about birth date and facial features? Can you blame me..." Bu Xin backed away repeatedly, but still couldn't dodge. Four long blood marks were scratched on his neck.
"I told you to talk nonsense. I told you to talk nonsense." The middle-aged woman was still angry. She slapped her face several times from left to right. She didn't believe it and hurriedly resisted it. But she still couldn't prevent it. After a moment, she saw slap marks on her face. The palm print is as red as a persimmon.
The middle-aged woman was so arrogant. She didn't believe it, but she lost her temper. It was completely different from the previous challenge with Lai Xing. Ling Cang quickly found out the reason. He saw seven or eight men in black standing far or near around him. They were obviously all Ding Maozhong's men.
Ding Maozhong stood there without saying a word, with a gloomy expression on his face.
Ling Cang walked over and smiled: "Isn't this Mr. Ding? What a coincidence."
"It's you." Ding Maozhong glanced at Ling Cang and asked coldly: "Why are you here?"
"I am a student of No. 1 Middle School. I should ask you why you are here."
Ding Maozhong's expression seemed to be covered with a layer of frost: "I have some personal matters to do."
When he saw Ling Cang, he seemed to have seen a savior. He rushed over and hid behind Ling Cang: "Boss, save me..."
The middle-aged woman twisted her plump buttocks and rushed over. She raised her hand to slap the unbeliever again: "I told you to talk nonsense."
The middle-aged woman's nails were very long and looked very strong, like steel claws. Ling Cang hurriedly took two steps back and hid: "This aunt, please tell me something..."
"Little brat, it has nothing to do with you. Get out of here." The middle-aged woman was obviously furious. Her voice became hoarse: "Otherwise, I'll beat you too."
Ling Cang asked with a half-smile, "You want to hit me."
"Do you think I dare not..." The middle-aged woman pointed at Ling Cang's nose and said angrily: "Tell you, whoever dares to protect this bald donkey today, I will kill him."
"Dear, this is Shijia's classmate..." Ding Maozhong stopped the middle-aged woman and shook his head slightly: "Calm down first."
"A classmate from Shijia." The middle-aged woman put down her arm and looked Ling Cang from top to bottom. Then she snorted disdainfully: "I can tell. It must be a special admission."
Ling Cang asked calmly: "How do you know."
"Look at how poor you are. It's not special admissions..." The middle-aged woman took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down. Then she continued: "I really don't know why No. 1 Middle School wants to admit a bunch of students like you."
"Auntie..." Ling Cang looked at Ding Maozhong and then at the middle-aged woman. He asked thoughtfully: "If I am correct, you are Ding Shijia's mother."
The middle-aged woman nodded: "That's right."
"I didn't expect aunt to be so beautiful and so young. I almost thought you were Ding Shijia's sister just now." After a pause, Ling Cang continued: "Ding Shijia is the eldest son of our school. Now I know what he looks like. Who do you look like?"
"You're quite good at talking..." The middle-aged woman calmed down a little. She softened her tone and asked, "How taller are you?"
"First year of high school." Ling Cang also smiled and told Ding Maozhong and his wife, "I know this... this monk. I don't know what happened to offend you."
The middle-aged woman said nothing. She looked at Ding Maozhong, who said meaningfully: "Ling Cang, I didn't expect that you have a wide range of contacts and you actually know such a charlatan."
"Why did Uncle Ding say this?"
This time, Ding Maozhong didn't speak. Ding's mother shouted at the top of her lungs: "Ask him yourself."
Ling Cang took a look and didn't believe it. If he didn't believe it, he shrank his body behind Ling Cang and stuck out his bare head: "That man came to me to tell fortunes. After I calculated his fortune, I said that he was destined to have no children in his life. He became angry... "
"You heard me..." the middle-aged woman put her hands on her hips and said confidently: "My son is already in high school. He dares to say that my old man has no offspring. Do you think this kind of person should be beaten?"
Ling Cang took another look at Believe. His eyes were very helpless. He lowered his head and explained with a sad face: "His divination does say this..."
"Mr. Ding, you are a smart man. You must come to fortune-telling as a pastime." Ling Cang really didn't want to meddle in this nosy business. If he didn't believe it, he would cheat and lie all day long. Sooner or later, he would be beaten. But his unbelief was really pitiful. Ding Maozhong turned to him again As his friend. Ling Cang could no longer ignore this matter: "Is there such a thing as hexagram? If you believe it, there will be it. If you don't believe it, there will be nothing. If it sounds good, treat it as true; if it sounds bad, then it will be true. Just treat it as a fart. Why take it seriously..."
"It's okay if you say something else..." The middle-aged woman smiled coldly and continued: "He cursed our old man like this. Can we not ask for an explanation..."
"Auntie, you also know that he is just a charlatan. You are all people of high status. You really can't afford to be as knowledgeable as him." Ling Cang smiled slightly. Ling Cang said tepidly: "For my sake, just do it. Treat him like a fart. Let him go."
If you don't believe it, he cautiously followed: "Yes. Let me go..."
"Shut up." Ding Maozhong pointed to his unbelieving nose. He immediately dared not speak out if he didn't believe it. Then, Ding Maozhong looked at Ling Cang and said with a pun: "If you can't deal with even a charlatan, from now on. How can I have the face to walk around the world..."
"Being as knowledgeable as a charlatan. It seems to be an insult to your status."
This excitement attracted many onlookers. Ding Maozhong looked at his men and winked.
The men immediately dispersed and drove away the onlookers: "Stop watching. Let's all leave. There's nothing to see."
After the people were almost dispersed, Ding Maozhong said slowly: "You Lingcang know who I am. I am originally a wanderer..." Ding Shijia said this and glanced at Shen Fanlei meaningfully: "It's not that I can get it. A descendant of an aristocratic family who is on the stage."
"Although Lizitang is not a noble family, after years of development, it has the foundation of a noble family." Ling Cang smiled. Ling Cang continued: "People can have a bad background, but they must make progress. Now even the Hongming Gang has Bleached, started a big business, Lizitang doesn't know how to keep pace with the times, and is still doing some bees, sparrows, and birds..."
When Ding Maozhong heard the words "Hong Ming Gang", the corner of his mouth twitched a few times: "You don't need to worry about Li Zi Tang's affairs."
"Then let's talk about something else..." Ling Cang rolled his eyes and suddenly asked: "What is Uncle Ding doing in No. 1 Middle School? Isn't it to transfer to Ding Shijia?"
Ling Cang's words were said casually. Unexpectedly, they hit the spot.
Ding Maozhong was worried that Ding Shijia might suffer retaliation if he stayed in No. 1 Middle School. He wanted to transfer to another school. He had made an appointment in advance, but the leader of No. 1 Middle School had something urgent to do and went out. He waited until now and still hasn't seen anyone. He planned to go home directly. He happened to see Bu Xin setting up a fortune-telling stall on the street. He had nothing to do and did some math.
Speaking of which, the Chinese in Southeast Asia, especially those who are involved in the underworld, are generally very superstitious. But he did not expect that he would hear such words from unbelieving people. It felt like a ball of wool was stuffed in his heart. How uncomfortable it is.
Ling Cang looked at Ding Maozhong's expression and knew that he had guessed correctly: "There is something I don't know whether to say or not."
"explain."
"If you want to play, you have to be able to afford it." Ling Cang's expression had always been kind. But now he turned gloomy: "Since you have decided to play with Hong Ming's gang, don't look forward and backward. Hong Xue is still studying in No. 1 Middle School You should be fine. But you changed your school to Ding Shijia. It’s like giving in."
Ding Maozhong stared at Ling Cang. After a long time, he nodded vigorously: "You are right."
The middle-aged woman hurriedly asked Ding Maozhong: "You won't transfer your son to another school."
"No more." Ding Maozhong looked at Ling Cang and smiled coldly: "There is nothing to be afraid of."
"But……"
"Stop talking." Ding Maozhong interrupted the middle-aged woman: "Go home."
I didn’t understand what this conversation meant. I pointed to my nose and asked softly: “What about me?”
"You're lucky. I'll spare your life today." Ding Maozhong glared in disbelief, then returned his gaze to Ling Cang: "You'd better thank him properly."
"Thank you. Thank you." Bu Xin hurriedly took Ling Cang's hand and kept saying, "Thanks to you..."
Ding Maozhong said nothing more. He took the middle-aged woman's hand, got in the car and left directly.
Shen Fanlei looked at the car driving away and asked Ling Cang with a smile: "Why are you so good-tempered today?"
"What's the meaning."
"You didn't ridicule either of them. You didn't confront them head-on. Instead, you even complimented Ding Shijia's mother."