Chapter 515: Evildoers Need Evildoers
How can an old man who says he has never been out of the house have such smooth hands?
This hand looks like the hand of a person in his twenties or thirties.
Look at the wrinkles on the old man’s face, this face?
Xu Lin, who had not taken it seriously at first, suddenly became interested and started to calculate by staring at the old man's face. After this calculation, Xu Lin exclaimed that he was a good guy.
It is said that trains are a high-risk area for accidents, which is absolutely true. Xu Lin found that she had many chances to meet bad people while on the train.
This old man who calls himself Agnes Chow cannot actually be called an old man, as he is not old at all.
The makeup on her face is fake. She didn't put on the makeup carefully at all. She even ignored her hands.
He didn't even think about it: how could an old man's hands have such smooth skin?
At this moment, Xu Lin decided that she could no longer call Zhou Ting an old man, as he was not worthy of that.
Since Zhou Ting approached her, Xu Lin decided to cooperate well. She wanted to see what Zhou Ting wanted to plot against her.
Hehe, I hope that Agnes Chow won’t regret it or cry by then.
"Are you going to Los Angeles for something?" Xu Lin tilted her head and showed a cute and harmless expression.
"Yes, my son asked me to live in Los Angeles as a retired person. Alas, I have lived in a small town all my life. Although I long for a big city, I am not willing to live there."
"Really? Then your son is really filial." Xu Lin showed an envious expression and asked curiously, "What does your son do?"
"Him." Zhou Ting showed a proud expression when talking about her son. "My son is the director of the Los Angeles Steel Plant."
In case Xu Lin didn't understand how important that location was, he emphasized, "That's the largest steel plant in the central city."
"Really? He's really amazing." Xu Lin blinked her peach blossom eyes, showing admiration.
"I heard that the steel plant has thousands of employees alone. Is this true?"
"Of course it's true." Zhou Ting straightened his chest and changed the subject without leaving any trace, "Little girl, what do you do for a living?"
"Me?" Xu Lin tilted her head and smiled cutely, "I work in the kindergarten of the institution."
"So you're a kindergarten teacher, no wonder you're so cute." Zhou Ting praised, "How old are you? Do you have a boyfriend?"
When Xu Lin heard the question about the household registration, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.
This guy is really pretending to be him. Will he introduce his son to me next?
Xu Lin complained in her heart, but replied vaguely and embarrassedly: "No, my mother is very strict and doesn't allow me to talk about it."
"Really? You don't look young anymore. If you don't find a friend now, no one will want you when you get older."
Zhou Ting stepped forward a few steps, "Little girl, let me tell you, this woman..."
Xu Lin was furious when she heard this, and cursed Zhou Ting for being unwanted. Besides, how big is she? She is not even 17 years old, how big is she?
It's still several years away from the national marriage age. This bastard must have been holding his shit in for a long time.
The next ten minutes were all about Joshua Wong talking about what would happen to women when they get older, and how they must find a good man to marry while they are still young.
Women, you can not have a career, but you cannot not get married. An unmarried woman is incomplete.
That twisted logic made Xu Lin very unhappy, and the price Xu Lin paid for her unhappiness was that she gave Zhou Ting a bad luck talisman.
Zhou Ting's mouth was dry as he was talking, so he reached out for a cup of water to moisten his throat. However, the train shook violently with a clang, and the cup of water splashed all over his face.
This scared Zhou Ting a lot. Oh my god, this glass of water almost cost me my life.
Zhou Ting didn't even bother to say sorry to Xu Lin, and quickly ran out with her bag covering her face.
Face painted? Xu Lin blinked her peach blossom eyes and felt that Zhou Ting's makeup was not very good, not waterproof at all.
At this time, Zhou Ting probably wanted to go to the bathroom to touch up her makeup. If she did so normally, it would be fine, but Zhou Ting is in bad luck now.
Unfortunately, Zhou Ting opened her bag to touch up her makeup after entering the restroom, when a cylinder about the size of a roll of film fell out of her pocket.
The thing rolled on the ground a few times, rolled into the toilet in Zhou Ting's outstretched big hand, and fell out of the train along the aisle.
Zhou Ting's face turned pale at that moment, and she couldn't believe that she was so unlucky.
He could still put on makeup if it got ruined, but he couldn't take the responsibility if the thing was lost.
Without thinking too much, Zhou Ting reached out and fiddled with the toilet window. He wanted to climb out of the window and jump off the train, but the window did not open.
Not only was the window not opened, but there were passengers outside knocking on the door, urging him to get out quickly. Could he have fallen into the toilet?
What she said was quite unpleasant, but Zhou Ting didn't dare to retort. He didn't dare go out with a face full of makeup, so he could only hurriedly touch up his makeup.
In the sleeping room, Xu Lin took out his mobile phone and leisurely dialed a number.
"Hello, is this Director Wei? I'm Xu Lin."
When Wei Tong heard that it was Xu Lin, he immediately became excited. This was the boy who delivered the results, so he quickly replied,
"Hmm, it's me, it's me, hello, Minister Xu."
"Hello, Director Wei, I'm calling you to talk to you about something. I'll be polite so I won't say any more."
Xu Lin interrupted and successfully stopped you from asking these questions, "How are you? Where are you now?" and quickly said:
"I'm on a train to Los Angeles. The guy who lives opposite me calls himself Agnes Chow. He has a roll of plastic on him.
At present, the film has fallen on the railway track. Please contact relevant personnel to search along the road."
"Film roll?" Wei Tong wanted to ask what the film roll was, but he felt it was unnecessary to ask, and Xu Lin might not know the answer even if he asked.
It would be better to arrange someone to investigate as soon as possible.
Wei Tong asked about the approximate location of the accident, then quickly hung up the phone and contacted relevant personnel to investigate.
Xu Lin hung up the phone and leaned against the head of the bed happily. She was happy whenever she thought about Zhou Ting's misfortune and that they couldn't find any fault with him.
Xu Lin felt that Zhou Ting was very stubborn as he dared to plot against her and even wanted to brainwash her.
After finally putting on makeup and leaving the restroom, Zhou Ting was punched in the face before she could say a word.
"Damn, did you die in the toilet? I've been shouting for a long time and you're just mute."
The man who beat the woman had a ferocious look on his face. He pointed at Zhou Ting and cursed her wildly, until Zhou Ting's face turned green.
Although he was beaten, Zhou Ting didn't have the time or the mind to dwell on it. He just wanted to get away as soon as possible, but some people just bully the weak and fear the strong.
The more you try to keep things quiet, the more others will do the opposite.
This man with a fierce face is a typical example. Seeing that Zhou Ting did not dare to resist, he became more excited and scolded her. Not only did he scold her, he also beat her.
Is it honorable to help an old man?
At least now Zhou Ting looks like an old man.
Maybe the man with the fierce look felt very honored, because he grabbed Zhou Ting's collar and slapped her several times.
It was not until the flight attendants arrived that Zhou Ting was able to escape.
Xu Lin was amused by the show and thought of a famous saying: Evildoers must be punished by evildoers.
Apart from anything else, the man with the fierce look will have a hard time next.
That old bastard Zhou Ting is busy now. When he is done, he will definitely come back to settle the score.