Chapter 10

Everyone looked over.

Lin Jiahua came in from the crowd.

Seeing Lin Jiahua's stern face, Che Zaiqiang thought that he had found nothing, and he could not help but feel relieved, "I told you before, there can't be anything under the mattress."

Results.

Lin Jiahua took out a folded paper from the pocket of his jeans, "Oh, there is indeed something under the bed partition. When I was looking for it, Aqiang's wife wanted to stop me."

Che Zaiqiang's expression was stiff on his face, and he subconsciously looked at the waiter.

A Kuan looked embarrassed, lowered his head and raised his head, "Brother Qiang, you should see it with your own eyes."

Che Zaiqiang took the test results, unfolded them and looked at them carefully. He widened his eyes in disbelief, and his expression became uglier the more he looked.

"I... am really not sick?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a sound of exclamation around.

There was a faint commotion.

Che Zaiqiang was so confident in the past, but now he was so embarrassed, and his emotions were mixed with joy and sorrow for a while, and he was in a state of collapse.

Sadly, he was deceived by a fake examination for three years.

Fortunately, he can still continue the family lineage.

"Explanation, since I'm not sick, why did she come out like this?"

Chu Yuening told the truth, "Your wife is infertile. I was afraid that you would dislike her and that you would mess around outside, so I hid it from you."

The onlookers finally understood why Che Zaiqiang's wife did this.

Chu Yuening calculated with her fingers, "You still have one minute, you can use the public phone to say goodbye to your father."

Che Zaiqiang got angry, crumpled the paper and smashed it on the table, "You idiot, I still call to say goodbye? She made me childless at a young age, I just want to ask that woman what she meant!"

He jumped up from the stool, clenched his fists, and rushed home to argue with his wife.

"Wait a minute." Chu Yuening called out and stretched out her hand, "Thank you for your help. I'll tell you my fortune."

Che Zi gritted his teeth, his mind filled with the anger of being fooled by his wife. Why did he care about what one minute Chu Yuening said? He was so angry that he had no time to think about whether to drive this annoying sugar-water girl out of Temple Street.

He quickly took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and gave it to the man, then rushed back home.

Who knew.

As soon as he crossed the street, Che Zaiqiang was stopped by two uniformed policemen.

One of them took out his ID from his police uniform and held it in front of Che Zaiqiang, "We are the Organized Crime and Triad Investigation Committee O Ji, and now we suspect that you are involved in a drug trafficking case. Please go back to the police station to cooperate with the investigation."

The uniformed police spoke sternly, and his voice reached the dessert stall. For a moment, the crowd exploded, they were shocked and scared. What is O Ji? It specializes in cracking down on drug trafficking and organized crime organizations.

Che Zaiqiang was actually selling white powder!

"Win again, win again!"

"Sweet Girl is really capable!"

"Wow, you can win even with this?"

"Is Ah Qiang really a gambler?"

"Need I say more? O Ji is personally here, how can it be fake?"

"No wonder you said you don't have time, you definitely don't have time if you're sentenced to prison."

Che Zaiqiang's face suddenly changed, he picked up the food box with soup and threw it at the police, turned around and ran away.

"Investigate your mother!"

The uniformed police took out his ID and ran after him: "Don't run!"

Temple Street is a long street, and the stall owners next to each other popped their heads out to look.

Che Zaiqiang ran while ignoring the stall owners' shouts, picked up boxes of tapes and threw them at the uniformed police, "I'd be stupid if I didn't run!"

Che Zaiqiang always thought he was a gambler and had concealed his crime well, and he never expected that someone would come to arrest him. He had to run away, this time he had to run away.

I had thought about taking my wife with me when I fled.

I didn't expect that everything was fake.

He was unable to have children in his prime years, so it was a good thing that he didn't kill that woman.

Unfortunately, there were plainclothes policemen lying in ambush ahead, and one of them knocked Che Zaiqiang to the ground with a sweeping kick.

"Don't move!" Shi Pingzhi pinned Che Zaiqiang to the ground with his backhand and quickly handcuffed him with silver handcuffs. His colleague behind him half-knelt with both hands holding guns and pointed at Che Zaiqiang.

Shi Pingzhi grabbed Che Zaiqiang by the collar with one hand, kicked his butt with his foot, and then pulled him hard, "Stand up!"

"Sir!"

Che Zaiqiang was pulled by the force, and when he saw the hands and guns, he was so scared that he raised his hands, tilted his head back and was forced to stand up. When he fell on the concrete floor, his knees scraped off a large piece of skin, and he grimaced in pain, "Sir, be gentle."

"Gentle?" Shi Pingzhi slapped Che Zaiqiang on the head, "I saw you running faster than a horse, why didn't you think of being gentle when you ran?"

Che Zaiqiang was frustrated, "Sir, I didn't expect to be caught."

Shi Pingzhi was about to kick again, "Are you going to run or not?"

Che Zaiqiang dodged and waved his hands, "I don't dare."

Shi Pingzhi turned his head and happened to meet Chu Yueqing's eyes.

The girl tilted her head, and then calmly looked away, as if she had just watched a play and had no idea what happened.

Shi Pingzhi had been squatting at the scene for a while, so he naturally saw the fortune-telling incident at the sugar water stall.

The colleague put his hand and gun back on his waist and was very surprised: "Sir Shi, how did she know that Che Zai was forcibly selling white powder? Did she really figure it out?"

"I want to know." Shi Pingzhi pushed the handcuffed Che Zai to his colleagues, and looked at the candy stall. The onlookers dispersed, and the girl started selling sugar water again.

It was as if she wasn't the one who had made the clever plan just now.

The colleague was very puzzled and had a headache. "She also said that Che Zaiqiang only had one minute."

"Did the public affairs department accidentally leak the news?"

The Public Relations Department of the Kowloon Police Station is mainly responsible for facing the media and conveying positive news about the police station to the outside world. During his usual on-camera interviews, he would also reveal some issues of concern to the public in order to appease people's hearts.

"That's impossible." Shi Pingzhi felt a headache. This action was a spur-of-the-moment action, and the preparation time was very short. There was no way that the news would leak out.

"It's really a big ghost in broad daylight."

Shi Pingzhi decided not to think about it anymore and took people back to the police station first.

Che Zaiqiang was really taken away.

Those who were sure that Chu Yue would be driven away never expected this situation.

So many things were predicted by fortune-telling. If you didn’t see it with your own eyes, who would believe it!

The audio shop opened on time, the beautiful Hong Kong music floated in the temple street, and the shops were opened for business.

Ice Cream Fai looked like a zombie, his hair turned into a chicken nest, the buttons of his shirt were also up and down, revealing a piece of chicken fillet, and he staggered left and right when he walked.

Zhang Jiande pulled up the rolling shutter, turned around and saw Ice Cream Fai looking so miserable, he was so scared that he almost dropped the cigarette in his right hand.

He took a quick puff, "Tian Tong Hui, why do you look like you were beaten to death?"

Tian Tong Hui was at a loss, and kept repeating, "It's gone, it's all gone."

Zhang Jiande knew what was going on, and took the cigarette bottle out of his mouth, "You know you're going to die. If you had been half an hour later yesterday, you could have watched the three women fighting one man at the Peninsula Hotel, but you had to go buy the six-ring lottery."

Zhang Jiande sighed as he spoke.

"This is the first time I've seen someone go to die despite the guidance of a master."

"Master?" The confused Tian Tong Hui raised his head suddenly as if he had heard salvation, "Yes, Master Chu must have a way to help me."

Sugar water stall.

Chu Yuexiang had just packed a bowl of mango tapioca balls and handed it to the customer with a smile, "Eat it while it's still frozen, otherwise it will go bad."

"Master Chu, help me!"

After receiving the money from the customer, Chu Yuexiang carefully put it in the pocket outside her apron, then looked at the crying Ice Cream Hui, "Lost it all?"

"Yes, if I had known, I would have listened to you, Master, and would never have bought from the store yesterday."

Ice Cream Hui cried and begged in a low voice, "Master Chu, please help me see which day is suitable for me to make a fortune? Tell me in advance, I will rely on that day to make a profit."

"Give up." Chu Yuexi didn't even want to waste her energy to read it. "You won't be able to get rich in this life."

Tiantong Hui was stunned. He was extremely superstitious. If someone had said that he, Tiantong Hui, would never get rich in this life, he would definitely curse that person. But now it was Chu Yuexi, who was very smart and could predict the future. If he said he would go bankrupt, he would go bankrupt.

He loved gambling the most in his life.

If he was not allowed to gamble, what was the point of living?

"Master Chu." Ice Cream Hui swiftly got up from the ground and asked cautiously, "I heard there is such a thing as changing one's fate?"

"Underworldly means." Chu Yueqing stretched lazily, "Anything obtained by means against the will of heaven must be returned. Although you are poor, you look like you will live a long life. Don't go astray."

Ice Cream Hui was frustrated, "I have old parents and young children to take care of. It's really pitiful that I have no money. Master Chu, can you help me?"

"I can't help. The only help is to stop participating in anything related to gambling." Chu Yueqing said decisively, "You are not destined to be rich."

Ice Cream Hui did not give up and wanted to beg again, "How about Mahjong?"

Mahjong is mahjong. Chu Yueqing shook her head.

"Mahjong won't work."

"Cards, cards will work." Ice-Cone Hui was trying to find something to play, but was interrupted by Zhang Jiande who came over.

"Save some money. You don't have more than 4,000 yuan on you, but I don't know how people think you have 40 million yuan. Go make ice-Cone instead of stopping Qingqing from doing her job."

Ice-Cone Hui learned that he could no longer gamble, and he left like a puppet with his soul sucked out of him.

"Brother Ade." Chu Yueqing greeted him and turned to move a wooden chair over to the table.

Zhang Jiande waved his hand, "No need."

Then, he handed over the rolled-up newspaper, "Take a look."

Chu Yuexiang spread out the newspaper, opened the kettle and drank water. On the front page was a photo of He Shifei with a frown on her face, holding a butcher knife. Next to her was a hotel bed, a man with mosaics on the key part, and three women wrapped in quilts.

Several bright red characters were typed next to it.

——A man and three women in a Peninsula hotel, the truth turned out to be the fortune-teller Tiekou Duanyan?

"Puff." Chu Yuexiang almost spurted out the water she had just drunk. She put down the kettle, her eyes widened in shock, "What's going on?"

The sky is falling.

The small characters on the side of the weekly also quoted what He Shifei said on the spot.

——"If I hadn't gone to the fortune teller, I really wouldn't know how I died!" The

reporter's summary was written in the appendix next to it.

: The fortune teller predicted that my husband was cheating? Was it true or just a coincidence? Please continue to pay attention to the reporter's next revelation.

"Why are there still paparazzi writing about this kind of thing?" Chu Yueqing turned the newspaper over to find the signature, "Which weekly?"

"Isn't it Da Xi Weekly? They broke the gossip about Aaron Kwok." Zhang Jiande took back the newspaper, folded it, and planned to lock it in a box when he got home. "This reporter's words are a bit too much. It's obviously based on real evidence. We all saw it with our own eyes. How can we let the other party suspect that it's fake?"

Chu Yueqing covered her face. She never thought that she would one day appear in a gossip magazine.

Zhang Jiande grabbed the cigarette pot and took a puff, then said with a smile, "How about this, I'll call Daxi Weekly and ask the magazine to correct the reporter's words."

Chu Yueqing was shocked and waved her hands with a bitter face, "Brother Ade, don't joke."

Zhang Jiande laughed twice, "Zhi La, are you so afraid of becoming famous?"

"People are afraid of becoming famous just like pigs are afraid of becoming fat." Chu Yueqing sighed, "Besides, being in the newspaper is not necessarily a good thing. If you become famous, you will definitely be watched like a monkey in a zoo."

"That's right. Have you had breakfast, Xing Xing?" Zhang Jiande picked up another bag, "Just now a friend invited me to breakfast, and the breakfast at Xingyun Restaurant is very famous. I packed a lot back to see if anyone likes it?"

"That good?" Chu Yueqing blinked and quickly took the bag, "Thank you."

"When is De Ge not good?" Zhang Jiande and Chu Yuexi were not very familiar with each other. After watching the gossip together, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the younger sister's personality was to his liking.

Chu Yuexi lowered her head and rummaged in the bag for a while, took out two, and smiled happily: "There are really a lot, I want pork belly roasted wheat and romaine rolls."

The roasted wheat was shiny, and the glutinous rice with red dates gave off a fragrant aroma. Chu Yuexi had eaten breakfast, but she had just finished reading Che Zaiqiang's fortune, and her stomach was rumbling with hunger. The smell of the fragrance aroused her appetite.

Zhang Jiande asked nervously, "How is it?"

"Delicious." Chu Yuexiang took a bite and praised, "Why don't we make an appointment to try the dry fried beef noodles next time?"

"No problem." Zhang Jiande was so happy that his taste was recognized. He grabbed the mouthpiece and said, "Brother De's taste is always the best. Okay, take your time, I won't stop you from doing your work." "

Bye." Chu Yuexiang put on her apron again while biting the shao nai. After reading Che Zaiqiang's fortune, she felt that her mana bar was about to be emptied. She was about to put away the paper board with the fortune-telling written on it, intending not to take any more orders today.

A voice as thin as a mosquito came.

"Boss, do you have any talismans for sale?"

Chu Yuexiang looked over while biting the shao nai.

The girl in the sailor school uniform skirt nervously pinched the backpack strap.

A large amount of black air surged out from behind the girl, gradually tightening forward, like a cocoon being wrapped. The black air surrounding the edge gradually spread to the stall, and when it touched Chu Yueling, it was like touching a thorny thorn, and quickly retreated.

Chu Yueling watched the black air take a bite of roasted wheat, put the cardboard back and smiled.

"Yes."