This guy...
[Awesome! Honestly, if this is a scam, it's not accidental. The bank might not even notice anything.]
[I am convinced, this is a master.]
[It seems the person was not at fault, it just delayed the transfer for one night.]
【Hasn't anyone noticed that he's pretty good at computers?】
[Yeah, with his skills, it would be easy for him to find a high-paying job as a programmer, right?]
…
"What do you know?"
[Earn money by your own ability] He pushed his glasses.
"Being a programmer is a curse. I don't want to be one."
"Wouldn't it be nice to just write a program and lie down and count your money every day?"
"I make money based on my own abilities. That money didn't exist in the first place. It was all generated by my operations. Why shouldn't it be counted as my earnings?"
[Your money didn't generate any benefits, and you stole it from the bank.]
Some people disagree with his point of view.
[Earn money by ability] The nose is crooked.
“Those who speculate in futures, currencies, or Bitcoin, which one has produced any social benefit?”
"Apart from creating sudden wealth and widening the gap between the rich and the poor, what else have they done?"
"Isn't this just playing with numbers? Why do they have legal income? And why don't I have it?"
…
Looking at his crazy actions and words, Xiao Yiju silently kicked him out of the live broadcast room.
"Ahem, ahem, Brother Qiang, I've lost the bet. I'm still waiting for Wutong to have another son."
Xiao Yiju grinned at Brother Qiang.
Brother Qiang was so angry that his head was about to burst into flames.
"Don't panic, don't panic, look at how powerful I am, Big Brother."
Xu Xingzi patted Brother Qiang's shoulder to comfort him.
He said to Xiao Yiju, "What questions are you going to ask?"
Fortune-telling is just a piece of cake in the world of metaphysics, but changing one's fate is the real skill!
Xu Xingzi just doesn't believe that he can't beat a little fat girl who is sticking her butt up and playing in the mud!
Xiao Yiju asked Tiao Tiao: "Baby, what question should we ask?"
Tiao Tiao blinked her big eyes and scratched her belly button with her hands.
Said to Xiao Yiju: "Brother Juhua, go get some paper and a pen."
Xiao Yiju hurriedly went to find paper and pen.
Wait until he comes back.
Tiaotiao sat on the floor, holding the pen in his little hand, and poking at the paper carefully.
After more than ten minutes, Tiao Tiao held up the paper and said, "Brother, take it."
Xiao Yiju put the paper on the table and jumped up, pulling up his pants.
Xiao Yiju was afraid that Tiaotiao would pull his pants off, so he reached out and held Tiaotiao on his lap.
Tiaotiao reached out and picked up the paper, holding it in front of the screen.
Everyone in the live broadcast room was stunned by Tiao Tiao's superb painting skills.
[Are these two pieces of poop? ]
[Two piles of poop, one big and one small? ]
[Two pieces of shit loving each other? ]
【What the hell is this? 】
I can’t tell.
[It's still steaming.]
…
Xu Xingzi was furious: "What the hell is this? What are you asking me to guess?"
Guess where these two pieces of poop came from?
Tiaotiao said seriously, "This isn't poop, this is a needle technique."
[Formation?]
[How to fertilize the fields?]
[Little Dumpling, do you have some misunderstanding about what a formation is? ]
[Is this formation effective in treating constipation?]
…
Xu Xingzi was so angry that he was shaking all over. "I told you, this is a formal esoteric PK, not a comedy show. Can you be more professional?"
"Those two lumps you drew... I'd even dare to call them shit if I went to Taishang Laojun!"
Tiao Tiao blinked her big, innocent eyes, which were moist.
"It's really not Sibaba."
"Uncle, look at the eye of this four-needle method."
The fat boy pointed to a bunch of small points.
"And this stitch is the mother-baby stitch."
She pointed to the larger lump and said, "Mom's needle."
Then I’ll show you a smaller one: “Baby needle.”
Xu Xingzi was so angry that he laughed.
"How can there be such a formation? Little Dumpling, are you really a Xuanshi?"
Tiaotiao nodded obediently.
Saliva flowed down as she nodded.
As cute as a little rabbit.
【Ahhh, isn't it too cute? 】
[I feel like I've been poisoned by something called the Metaphysical Little Dumpling.]
[I declare Xiaotuanzi the winner of the PK competition and will not accept any rebuttal.]
【In front of cuteness, the truth is nothing. 】
…
Brother Qiang said, "Don't do this. We agreed on a PK of mystical arts."
"It was Master Xiao Wu who insisted on finding a little dumpling. Even if he loses, he has to admit it."
"But it's the real four-needle method."
Tiaotiao didn't understand why these people couldn't understand the formation.
Xiao Fu is in autism.
Although this formation is effective, it is not the way to teach Tiao Tiao to draw.
Xu Xingzi took a deep breath.
Don't bother with the little dumpling.
He suppressed his temper and asked calmly, "I don't know what kind of formation this is. Tell me, what exactly is this formation?"
Tiaotiao's big eyes flickered: "Uncle, do you recognize Su?"
Xu Xingzi said with disdain: "As long as what you say makes sense and proves that it works, I will admit defeat."
Tiaotiao let out a cry.
Said to Xiao Yiju: "Brother Juhua, go call Dahei and Hongtou over."
Because Queen is in the image of Little Red Riding Hood, Tiao Tiao calls it Red Head.
Xiao Yiju quickly brought Dahei and Queen over.
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