Chapter 58
Jin Chaochao had breakfast and came to the store.
She pushed the door gently and it opened.
Two or three meters behind the door, Sheng Ying fainted on the ground.
She looked at the exhausted man and smiled helplessly.
Jin Chaochao walked forward and burned incense to the ancestor.
The faint smell of incense spread in the air, and the man who had fainted on the ground finally slowly opened his eyes.
When he saw the magnificent roof, he jumped up suddenly and looked around with a frightened look on his face.
Jin Chaochao lit the candles nonchalantly. Her slender fingers held the fire starter and she lit the row of candles in front of her one by one. Her every move was elegant and noble, her expression calm and composed, as if she didn't take him, a living person, seriously at all.
Sheng Ying got up, turned around and tried to slip away.
"Since you're here, why are you running away again?" Jin Chaochao's faint voice sounded behind him.
Sheng Ying felt as if all the hairs on his body suddenly exploded.
Does this woman really have eyes on her back?
It made no difference whether he left or stayed at this point.
He turned around and greeted with a smile, "Good morning, Miss Jin!"
Jin Chaochao finished lighting the candle, put down the tinder, smiled and turned back, "It's getting late, it's already ten o'clock in the morning."
Sheng Ying tapped her toes on the ground in embarrassment, "I went to the wrong door. I'll take my leave now."
Jin Chaochao pulled a chair over, and the chair legs rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound. "You've walked into my door, so who says you can leave whenever you want?"
Sheng Ying smiled, "I can leave if I want to. Even if you know some weird things, I'm not afraid of you."
Jin Chaochao did not stop him. "Then go ahead. I believe you will come back to find me. When you come back next time and beg me for help, I won't be as easy to talk to as you are today."
Sheng Ying sneered.
He strode away with a swagger.
When he walked out of the store, he shook his legs proudly. Fortunately, nothing happened.
Will this woman scare him?
Leave the busy streets.
He was about to go back to the hotel. As soon as he reached the door of the hotel, he heard the hotel manager tell him apologetically, "Sir, the fire hose in your room suddenly burst and is being repaired."
Sheng Ying immediately had a bad feeling in her heart, "Where are my things?"
The manager bent down with a bitter face, "I'm sorry, everything has been soaked in water. But don't worry, we will definitely compensate you."
Sheng Ying jumped up immediately, "How are you going to compensate? I have a painting in there, do you know how much it's worth?"
He sprinted towards the hotel room.
The 23rd floor was full of water, and his calligraphy and paintings were kept in brocade boxes. He could only pray that the water did not seep into the calligraphy and paintings.
There were already several repairmen busy in the room at this moment.
The water valve had been turned off, but the room was a mess and the bed, sofa and furniture were all wet.
All his things were piled up in the corner, wet.
Especially the calligraphy and painting. When he was trying to rescue it, water was pouring out from the small cracks in the brocade box.
No need to look, all the calligraphy and paintings have been soaked.
He instantly wanted to die.
The painting was stolen, so he naturally didn't dare ask the hotel for compensation.
He could only swallow this anger.
He called the hotel manager to change his room.
The manager replied again with an apologetic look on his face, "Sorry, sir, all the rooms in the hotel are fully booked. But don't worry, we will definitely refund you double the room fee to compensate you!"
Compensate your uncle!
Sheng Ying was furious, "Compensation, can you afford it?"
He grabbed the manager by the collar and almost wanted to hit him.
The manager was trembling with fear, but his attitude was very good. "Our boss said that as long as the customer asks for reasonable compensation, we will be responsible."
The magnificent shadow exploded.
If he dares to ask for compensation, the police will come to his door the next second.
By then, not to mention compensation, you will definitely lose both your money and your life.
How unlucky he is.
In order to get rid of the bad luck, he took the wet calligraphy and paintings and prepared to change hotels.
As a result, the waiter at another hotel told him that the last room had been booked just now.
He looked for three hotels in a row and finally found a room at the fourth one.
As soon as I entered the room, the faucet in the hotel room exploded again.
It was simply directed at him.
After being busy for most of the day, he finally found a place to live in with very poor conditions.
He carefully dried the calligraphy and painting, hoping it could still be saved.
As a result, when I was using the hair dryer, I accidentally lost hold of it and it slipped out of my hand.
The already wet drawing paper was hit by the hair dryer and several holes were created.
Sheng Ying suddenly thought of what Jin Chaochao said when he left.
She said he would come back to her?
Could it be that his bad luck had something to do with her?
He doesn't believe in evil.
I simply gave up the painting, packed my bag and went out to eat something.
Nothing happened when the food was served, but when he was almost finishing his meal, he picked up a rat head from his plate.
He was stunned for three seconds, then he held onto the table and vomited.
Come out of the restaurant.
Sheng Ying felt that there was a psychological shadow.
He was cautious and kept an eye on his surroundings at all times to avoid bad luck.
As a result, he accidentally stepped on a banana peel and fell flat on his face. What was even more outrageous was that as soon as he got up, he slipped again and his crotch was torn.
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In the evening, Jin Chaochao was talking on the phone with the young monk from Jingtan Temple.
"Ci'an, tell your master that I will go to see him tomorrow morning."
Ci'an was twelve years old, her voice was still childish, crisp and pleasant to the ear, "Okay, Master is still doing his homework, I'll tell him later."
Jin Chaochao smiled and said, "Then if there is anything you want, I will bring it to you."
Ci'an hesitated for a moment before refusing, "No, Master said that monks should not be obsessed with worldly things."
Jin Chaochao already had the answer in her mind, "Okay, I'll hang up now. See you tomorrow, Ci'an!"
Ci'an was a child picked up by a temple.
No one knew where his family was. When he was six years old, the abbot asked him to worship Wu Xin as his master.
Therefore, Wuxin always took him with him when he went out to practice.
The last time she saw him, he was still an eight-year-old monk.
Jin Chaochao counted on her fingers and found that someone was looking for her.
So I took out a book and read it slowly.
Probably when the sun was about to set, a dirty and ragged man walked up to the seat in front of her and sat down.
"Jin Chaochao, you did this on purpose, right?" Sheng Ying felt like she was going crazy.
How can people be so unlucky?
Not only did he tear his pants, but he also fell into a mud puddle, encountered falling objects when walking, and saw flies falling into the cup when he drank water.
All the bad luck that had happened to him since he was a child happened on this day.
It was not until this moment that he realized how important luck is if a person wants to live a good life.
It feels like the hardships he experienced before weren't that painful anymore.
Compared to being unlucky all the time, dancing on the edge of death with every step he takes... He has no father or mother, no one loves him, he is really not worth mentioning.
At least he is living a pretty good life thanks to his own abilities.
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