My beautiful boss with a poisonous tongue: Abuse

Chapter 499

The old Taoist patiently explained: "Dragon Island is too dangerous and full of temptations. If someone is curious to go up there, they will die in vain. So if you tell others that you are not helping them, but harming them, do you know?"

"Fine. I won't tell anyone but my grandpa."

The three old men are quite interesting. I made a simple promise and they believed me, and they were not afraid that I would backtrack. Maybe they understood my grandfather's temper and thought I was his grandson, so my temper was naturally the same as his, and I followed my word.

The four of us sat on the ground. Although the concrete floor was cold, it was uncomfortable for our legs and feet to stand all the time.

I asked them to answer, because they didn't know where to start.

My first question is about their relationship with my grandpa:

"When did you first meet my grandfather?"

The old Taoist raised his eyebrows and recalled: "It has been more than 50 years. Later, your grandfather became a famous doctor. He once saved the lives of the three of us."

He didn't go into details, but just said in general terms, that is, my grandfather was kind to them.

I asked the second question: "Why did my grandfather take me to Long Island?"

The great monk also wanted to show that he was ahead of the old Taoist priest and said: "Because you were born with a disease, your grandfather's medical skills are so good that he can't save you, so I want to go to Longdao to find a medicine to save you."

"There are medicinal materials on Long Island?"

The stinky beggar said lazily: "Medicinal materials are nothing. There are treasures everywhere on Long Island, and there are all kinds of strange things."

I didn't believe it and said: "Really?"

The stinky beggar likes to talk big, and his words are the most untrustworthy.

The old Taoist nodded slightly and said: "What the great monk and the stinky beggar said is true. Doctor Ye came to us with you in his arms, and it was indeed because he wanted to go to Long Island to find medicinal materials."

"How does my grandfather know that Dragon Island has medicinal materials? He has never been to Dragon Island before."

The great monk said with a little pride: "Doctor Ye has never been to Long Island before, but our brother has been, we told him."

Seeing that I was still suspicious, the stinky beggar glanced at me casually, put his face close to me and said slowly, "Look at the difference in my old beggar's eyes?"

I took a look, and the old beggar squinted his sleepy eyes, which were covered with disgusting eye feces. After I saw it, I hurriedly turned my head away.

If you ask me how I feel when I look into his eyes, I can only answer you in eight words:
In addition to being disgusting, it is still disgusting.

I frowned and said:
"It's a little small, the eyeballs are a little red, and it's full of eye mucus, showing signs of inflammation. Senior, your eyes should be infected. Can't you be more hygienic?"

I said it outright in front of so many people. No matter how thick-skinned the old beggar was, he couldn't help blushing and looked at us in embarrassment. He quickly wiped his face with his hand, licked his face and said: "This, this, I'm a beggar. It's right to be unclean and to wear tattered clothes. Otherwise, how can I get food?"

Lazy people like to make excuses for themselves, I retorted: "Senior, beggars today are not the same as before, and their usual clothes are not worse than ordinary people, look at the beggars in the train station or in the park, if they are all dressed like you , Before you get close to others, you were already scared away."

The stinky beggar scratched his cheeks and said suddenly, "No wonder after I left Long Island, I didn't even get a penny from begging all the way. It turned out to be the reason. The young people’s sympathy is getting worse and worse, and they refuse to give me alms.”

I said truthfully: "It's not that we young people don't have sympathy, but that there are too many scammers now. They use our sympathy to make a fuss, and they are cheated more times, which naturally threatens the interests of your industry."

"Liars are also involved in our industry?"

"No. Senior, let me tell you the truth, your industry is declining, and the real beggars are probably extinct, and the rest are liars."

"Fuck me." Stinking beggar Hua Biao swears. He has been in this industry for half his life. Now I tell him that his colleagues have all broken up and his position has been taken by scammers. Can he not be angry?

I didn't mean to tease him on purpose. Today's beggars are indeed liars pretending to be swindlers. They rely on various means to win the sympathy of others, such as physical disabilities, parents, wives and children who are seriously ill and have no money for medical treatment, no travel expenses, etc. The real beggars have already passed away. Very, very little, almost disappears.

The only few of them may be lunatics who have lost their minds. Strictly speaking, they belong to the category of brain problems and do not belong to the ranks of beggars.

Stinky Beggar was annoyed for a while, but he had no choice but to hold back his mouth and said, "The Taoist priest and the monk know my details. I was once blind, and it was your grandfather, Dr. Ye, who cured me."

ah?I didn't expect the stinky beggar to have such a relationship with my grandfather.

"You three knew each other before?"

The great monk stroked the big bald head and blushed, and said coquettishly: "It's not just that we know each other. The three of us lived in the same village when we were young. We were born in the same year, and we played in mud together when we were bald. Count them and live together. Almost 70 years."

The Taoist priest opened the gourd jug, took a sip of the wine and said: "The old beggar didn't lie to you, he has indeed been blind for several years. The first time the three of us went to Dragon Island to find medicinal materials was to treat his eyes."

The great monk touched his stomach and said with emotion: "Not only that, at that time I had something growing in my stomach, and my stomach was getting bigger and bigger every day, and the pain made me roll all over the floor. My illness was also cured by Dr. Ye. The doctor is our savior, without him some of us might have died."

According to the Great Monk, isn’t it a tumor to grow something in the stomach? Can my grandfather’s tumor be cured? This is incredible.

"My grandfather can also cure blindness and tumors?"

The great monk asked: "Tumor? What is a tumor?"

"Oh, to put it simply, it's something else growing on the body."

"Yes. Why not. Your grandfather has a magical secret recipe in his hand. It records prescriptions for curing various diseases. It's amazing."

No wonder my grandfather is a well-known miracle doctor who can cure all kinds of diseases, so he has secret books in his hand.

The old Taoist took another sip of wine, and the stinky beggar wanted to drink too. He shook the broken bowl in his hand and made a begging gesture.The old Taoist pushed away the broken bowl of the beggar:
"Go away, there is not much wine in the gourd, and there is no share for you."

The stinky beggar was entangled endlessly around the old Taoist priest. The beggar had an extremely thick skin. Once he caught his eye, it would not be so easy to get away.

The old Taoist was annoyed by pestering, and he frowned and poured a little into the old beggar's broken bowl.

"Smelly Taoist priest, you can't give more to your mother, just pick and search."

Seeing the Taoist priest pouring wine slowly, the stinky beggar was about to grab it. The old Taoist covered the mouth of the gourd with one hand, and said with a distressed face: "Stinky beggar, you are so fucking greedy. Enough, do you like to drink or not."

"miser!"

(End of this chapter)