Chapter 15
Hearing the words "darling", Song Qing's ears moved, and he kicked his feet. The wheels of the chair left an arc on the floor, and he brought the person to the phone.
Looking down, the first thing that caught my eye was the shaking image, and then the light gradually focused on the boy's clean and fair face.
It is indeed Rong Jing.
Song Qing only heard the big man say lightly, "The criminal suspect was beaten so badly with just one punch that he didn't know which way was which," but he didn't see any trace of the scene.
Now that he had the chance, he certainly wouldn't miss it.
Soon, the man held the dagger and kept moving forward, trying to stab Rong Jing's lower back. Rong Jing's frowning, dissatisfied expression and clean and neat movements that were more professional than those of a professional player were like something out of a martial arts movie, which caught Song Qing's eyes.
When he saw Rong Jing accurately hitting the man's head with the long leg of the wooden chair from such a long distance, Song Qing subconsciously touched his head, as if he suddenly understood why their President Xie was more concerned about whether the suspect was dead or not, rather than whether Rong Jing was in trouble.
Song Qing: “…”
He sighed inwardly, his eyes inadvertently turning to the edge of the screen, and was suddenly surprised: "Wow, such a high number of likes and comments?"
980,000 likes, 120,000 comments, and 1 million retweets.
Lu Yunji turned around, leaned his lower back against the edge of the table, and said lazily with his arms folded, "Yeah, it's even on the trending search."
He tapped the search box with his finger, and the topic #HostagedManKnocksDownCriminalSuspect# really appeared below, and it was ranked high, which was enough to show how popular it was.
"These comments are quite interesting, with people calling me brother, brother, husband, wife, father, and son."
When Lu Yunji saw this video a few minutes ago, he quickly took a screenshot and sent it to Xie Changshi.
As a result, Xie Changshi did not respond.
After looking at Song Qing’s circle of friends, I realized that Mr. Xie was busy hanging a banner for his precious child.
In the past, he used candied haws to try to coax Rong Jing to call him brother, but Xie Changshi looked at him with eyes as cold as ice.
——I’m afraid my eyes will be frozen blind this time?
Song Qing saw the corners of Lu Yunji's mouth curl up slightly, and his eyes twitched uncontrollably. Within the Xie Group, Lu Yunji was a well-known veteran, smiling and languid all day. Because of his impressive resume and good looks, he had once been ranked number one in terms of popularity among Xie Group leaders, making him the dream coach of many younger subordinates.
It was not until the old fox revealed his sinister and cunning side that everyone realized how dark people's hearts were.
Especially when he smiles, he looks the darkest.
So, the most popular became the least likely to be provoked.
Song Qing decisively changed the subject: "You just said Rong Jing disappeared for twelve years?"
"Yeah, when Xie Changshi and I were in our freshman year of high school, I kept seeing that brat following Xie Changshi around like a little tail during the first semester. Then, the next semester, he suddenly disappeared. I asked Xie Changshi where his brat had gone, but he ignored me."
Lu Yunji and Xie Changshi have actually known each other for a long time.
Xie Changshi transferred to Sui County in the second year of junior high school. Lu Yunji still remembered how he stood in front of the podium with his schoolbag on his back and introduced himself in a cold manner. His mood and voice were cold.
The students in the class saw that he was good-looking and all wanted to make friends with him, but unfortunately no one succeeded.
But Lu Yunji was a person who didn't believe in evil. Every time Xie Changshi took a step back, he would shamelessly take two steps forward. Over time, he was able to strike up a conversation with Xie Changshi and chat with him for a few words.
One day later, when Xie Changshi went out, there was a tail behind him. The little tail's eyes were a little red, and it looked like it had suffered a great injustice.
Lu Yunji pointed at Xie Changshi and asked in surprise, "Xie Changshi, how dare you bully a child!"
Especially since this kid is so cute.
Facing his accusations, Xie Changshi only glanced at him, using his eyes to express his speechlessness. However, the little tail tugged at Xie Changshi's clothes and whispered, "Xie Changshi didn't bully me. He was taking me to get my teeth fixed."
He bared his teeth at Lu Yunji, revealing the empty black patch where his canine teeth were missing.
It looks cute, but its missing teeth are also funny.
Lu Yunji couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"And then what?" Song Qing listened attentively, with the words 'tell me quickly' written all over his eyes.
Then?
Lu Yunji snorted and laughed, "Then the little tail realized I was laughing at him, and he started howling so loudly that the whole street could hear him. Xie Changshi couldn't coax him, so he could only kick me a few times to vent his anger."
The most important thing is that he was young at that time and could be considered a good person. Seeing the child crying so sadly, he felt uneasy, so he simply took out his weekly pocket money and bought a sack of snacks for Rong Jing.
I don’t know if Little Tail still recognizes him after twelve years.
"I remember..." Lu Yunji suddenly said, "A few days ago, Xie Changshi suddenly woke up and went to Sui County? Was it to pick up Rong Jing?"
Song Qing was still immersed in Lu Yunji's story and nodded unconsciously.
When he came to his senses, the phone call from the person in charge of South City Cemetery suddenly appeared in his mind.
...The coffin suddenly appeared, the mirror suddenly appeared.
Could it be that Rong Jing really lay in a coffin for those twelve years?
In the past, Song Qing would have thought it was impossible, but after experiencing the incident of the unpolished jade, he even saw ghosts, so what was impossible?
Song Qing took a breath.
…
When Rong Jing arrived at Changhua Street at noon, he clearly noticed that many people were lingering in front of his stall.
He sat down holding his backpack, and before he could say hello to Mo Jingtong, a microphone was put to his lips.
Rong Jing looked up and saw a man in a short-sleeved shirt with a [Yancheng TV Station] plaque on his chest. He smiled at him warmly and asked, "Hello, I'm a reporter from Yancheng TV Station. My name is Gao Yongyuan. I wonder if there's a chance I can interview you."
Before leaving, Xie Changshi told him that there might be a lot of people coming to his stall on Changhua Street today to join in the fun, but Rong Jing didn't mind.
He also had his fortune told, and the fortune showed that he would make a lot of money today!
Now when I heard this question, my eyes narrowed.
If he accepts an interview and appears on TV, wouldn't that be equivalent to Yancheng TV station giving him free publicity?
Rong Jing sat up straight: "Of course."
Gao Yongyuan was amused by his reaction and spoke in a gentler voice: "I'll just ask some simple questions. I won't embarrass you."
The interview revolved around Rong Jing's mood and inner thoughts when he was held hostage, and later talked about Rong Jing's work.
Half an hour later, Gao Yongyuan and Rong Jing took a photo together, and their work for the day was completed.
But when the filming crew left in the car, he unexpectedly bent his thin body forward and sat on the small chair reserved for guests opposite the mirror.
When he looked up, he noticed Rong Jing's eyes light up, and Gao Yongyuan couldn't help but smile: "I want to ask Mr. Rong for a fortune-telling."
"When I went to interview Ms. Liu this morning, she told me that Mr. Rong was very good at fortune-telling. So I wanted to ask him to tell me about my friend's current situation. He's... facing some difficult decisions."
Gao Yongyuan did not clearly tell Rong Jing about the so-called "difficult decision", and the latter did not mind.
In this line of work, the most common people you encounter are riddlers.
After all, most people don't actually have much trust in fortune-telling.
"Li is below and Kun is above, the light is blocked. The hexagram is Ming Yi and the line is Chu Jiu. I want to tell you, my friend, that self-preservation is more important than taking action."
Rong Jing held her chin and looked at Gao Yongyuan. Meeting his slightly stunned eyes, she prayed, "I hope your friend is someone who listens to advice."
When Gao Yongyuan heard this, he seemed to have thought of something, frowned slightly, and without wasting any more time, he glanced at five hundred people and politely stood up to say goodbye.
As soon as he left, many onlookers were eager to try.
Someone asked: "Master, can you give me a discount? Five hundred is a bit expensive."
Rong Jing smiled and said, "You can only break bones."
other side:"……"
Having witnessed the scene where Rong Jing knocked down the criminal suspect yesterday, he had no doubt about the word "break bones".
As he hesitated, a figure squeezed in from behind. The person held up a cell phone and shouted, "Make way, make way, I'm here to ask the master for a fortune-teller."
A passage was made in the crowd, and a young man with blond hair, who looked to be about 27 or 28 years old, squeezed in front of the stall. When he sat down, the camera of his mobile phone was aimed at Rong Jing's face.
Noticing Rong Jing's puzzled look, he quickly explained, "I'm a live streamer. I just came across that foodie live streamer Liu Liu. She was praising you like you were the best, so I wanted to test your divination to see if it's really that accurate. Otherwise, it would be considered false advertising and she'd be banned."
Then he glanced at the small card that said five hundred yuan for each divination, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "But I don't think fortune-telling alone is interesting. So, let's make a bet. Five hundred yuan is too cheap. If you are really right, I will give you one hundred thousand. But if you are not right, you can just give me fifty thousand. How about it, it's a good deal, right? Do you want to gamble?"
Although the yellow-haired man was smiling, Rong Jing keenly sensed the malice in his words.
His eyes seemed to glance inadvertently at the right rear of Huangmao.
There were obviously a lot of people around the stall, but a vacuum zone strangely appeared behind it on the right, and no one had noticed anything wrong yet.
Rong Jing retracted his gaze and asked him, "What do you want to calculate?"
"Anything is fine, just pick what you're best at."
Rong Jing saw his confident look and said casually, "Then let me calculate your career for you."
After a minute or two, the copper coin was spread out, and the young man pointed: "Li on top and Li on bottom, nine four."
Huangmao: "What do you mean?"
Rong Jing held a grudge, and thinking of his ill intentions, he spoke without hesitation: "What I mean is that you don't have that kind of ability, so don't be so arrogant, otherwise you will fall from the sky and be smashed into pieces."
Huangmao groaned and almost laughed.
He finally realized that Rong Jing really didn't know him, hadn't seen his videos, didn't know how many fans he had, and how popular he was on the Internet.
Otherwise, I would never be able to say this.
He was about to speak when a lazy voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "My friend, it's actually quite simple for you to confirm whether this young Taoist priest's predictions are accurate. Just do the opposite of what he does. Be a little arrogant and see if you fall, isn't that all?"
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