E-Sport’s Group Pampered Omega

Begging is the fastest way to get money in the world.

If it was Xia Tong who had just ran away from home, he might have believed it directly.

But now he is different! he! It's Niu Hulu·Xia Tong! Active outside for so long! Experienced ups and downs! It’s not as foolish as before!

"Is this true?" Xia Tong expressed a little skepticism. "Then uncle, why don't you go begging for food?"

The stall owner glared at him: "...You still learn to talk back, haven't you??"

Xia Tong: "Hey!"

The stall owner squeezed his throat to learn from him: "You just said,'Uncle, you teach me how to do it, I will learn it now!'"

I don’t know if it was caused by him. Xia Tong squatted her mouth, "How can I talk like that..." He sighed and turned helplessly. Go, "Okay, then I'll go now."

"Hey, don't run too far! Just be next to my stall, so I can see you, don't even think about it, can you hear me? My old legs can run faster than the city management!" The voice said: "Twenty yuan! When will it be done?"

Xia Tong nodded honestly, then dragged a small pony za, and sat down to a place not too far from the fried skewers stall, and swung the big iron rice bowl forward, officially opening the beggar. trip.

People come and go at night, and the business is hot, but the stall owner can’t stand the skill of frying skewers. He can still make room for a daze in the middle. With this daze, he glances at the little boy who is sitting not far away begging for food. .

A big rice bowl, a little Mazha, the little boy didn't speak, he just watched the crowd coming and going with his innocent and smart eyes. He looked at others and didn't know what he was going to do. At most, he looked at him. She was cute and gave a smile or blow a kiss, and the scene was sluggish and stupid.

The stall owner suddenly felt a little bit malicious in his heart, and did not do business. He took out a white board and a few oil-based pens from the bottom of his tin car, and swayed it leisurely to Xia Tong's side.

Sure enough, the rice bowl in front of Xia Tong was empty, and the stall owner sneered: "If you refuse to open your mouth and yell, you won't be able to get twenty yuan until tomorrow morning."

"Open your mouth to shout?" Xia Tong looked up blankly.

"Yeah, you always have a reason to beg for money? Otherwise, why do you give it to you for nothing?" the stall owner said.

Xia Tong thought for a while and nodded: "What you said makes sense, then I want to tell them that I didn't bring money for fried skewers?"

"Do you think this reason is owed or not?" the stall owner asked.

Xia Tong thought about it again, and became more aggrieved: "I owe it, because it's my own reason not to bring the money."

"Right." The stall owner said.

"Then what to do?" Xia Tong asked helplessly.

"So you have to make up a decent reason! Let others give you the money willingly." The stall owner said: "Have you watched the costume TV series?"

"No." Xia Tong shook his head.

"There are often such bridge sections inside, oh, do you know?" The stall owner dragged Zhang Xiaoma over enthusiastically, sat next to Xia Tong, and began to sign for him: "It's the kind of street where people come and go. Above, a poor young girl wears linen and filial piety, with a grass sign on her head, and a white cloth spread out in front of her. On it, four characters are written in red pen-Sell her body and bury her father!"

Xia Tong: "?"

Vendor: "Oh of course, I didn't mean to curse your father."

Xia Tong shook her head: "It's okay, I don't have a father anyway."

Vendor: "Ah..."

Xia Tong: "I don't have a mother either, don't be afraid."

The corner of the stall owner's mouth twitched: "...Can't you see how miserable your baby is?"

Xia Tong didn't think there was anything, and then asked, "Sell her to bury her father, then what?"

"Then? Then there will be that kind of heroes passing by, feeling sorry for her miserable situation." The stall owner continued to muffled and said: "Helped her pay for the coffin and funeral expenses, and then made a good story!"

The dazed expression on Xia Tong's face grew thicker: "So what?"

"So! The essence of begging lies in two words! Selling miserably!" The stall owner said impassionedly: "Look! I brought you all the props!"

Xia Tong blinked, watching the stall owner pull out a white board and a handful of colorful oily pens from under his buttocks like a juggler.

"What is this for?" he asked.

"It's miserable! I'll make up a miserable life experience for you." The stall owner waved a big pen, and "swiftly" wrote on the whiteboard: "This way everyone will see you miserable, and they will naturally give you money. La!"

Xia Tong said in confusion, "Is this a lie?"

The stall owner gave his pen tip, and then said without shame: "How can entrepreneurship be called a lie?"

Xia Tong stunned his face: "...Why did it become a business again?"

"Just—I mean paying the debt! Paying the debt!" The stall owner coughed: "Aren't you going to pay me the debt!"

The Mala Tang stall owner across the street suddenly sneered loudly, and said with a strange yin and yang: "Children! This old crippled trinity has a bad stomach! And it's fooling you!"

"Get out of your egg! Sell your waste oil and spicy!" the stall owner roared, and patted Xia Tong's head again: "What's your name?"

"Xia Tong, Xia in summer, pupil of the pupil."

"Your eyes are indeed very beautiful." The stall owner said something that was very inconsistent with his temperament, and then he began to work hard and quickly wrote a board full of "obituaries" on the whiteboard.

"It's just a title." He clicked on the blank space at the top and said, "You don't have a father or a mother, so who is the closest to you?"

"The most intimate..." Xia Tong stretched out a finger and pointed his chin, thought for a while and said: "It's the captain of our team!"

"Oh~~ Captain!" The stall owner was thoughtful, and then wrote the words "Selling one's body to bury the captain" in a prominent place with a swipe of a pen!

"From now on! You have to truly believe! Your dearest captain! He is dead!" The stall owner stuffed the whiteboard into Xia Tong's arms, and said earnestly: "You must be immersed in that kind of grief! Don't! People will believe that you are really miserable! Instead of cheating money! The play must be true! It must be natural! You must first convince yourself! Only then can you convince the audience!"

Xia Tong: "..."

The stall owner continued to speak with eloquence: "Think about it! The captain who treats you in every possible way! He used to appear when you need help the most! Give you comfort when you are saddest! It is your shelter from the wind! It is your growth. Navigating the road! But he was so unfortunate! Ah! Because of an unexpected illness! Passed away! From then on! You will never see his vivid face again! Never hear his deep magnetic voice again! I can't hold his big warm and powerful hand—"

Maybe what he said was too close to reality. Xia Tong somehow remembered Lin Mingfei sitting alone at the table that night and preparing some eye drops.

At that time, he felt that Lin Mingfei was standing on a steep cliff, crumbling, but there were thousands of mountains and rivers between Lin Mingfei and him, but he couldn't cross no matter how much he crossed, and it was futile to stop him.

He didn't find a way to walk into Alpha's heart, and he couldn't help him. If he didn't use it anymore, he would really lose the Alpha he likes at any time.

The more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, the more mournful it was. The sourness and loneliness was unbearable. Xia Tong instantly said to him that he was crying, "Wow—" Tears fell like broken beads.

The stall owner was very excited: "Yes! That's what you want! For such real tears, hurry up, sit back, hold the billboard, you are the star of the future!"

Lin Mingfei carried an iron can of natural gas through the crowded snack street and stopped in front of the sign of "Lao Gu Fried Skewers". He skillfully unloaded the heavy natural gas canister from his shoulders and helped Gu Dongsheng replace the empty canister that had been reset to zero.

Gu Dongsheng was a godfather he didn't know when he was young. He was a famous film director in the last century. He has made many high-score movies with good reputation. He is talented, but he is also a little bit crazy and not alive, because The character thief, La Gang, just came out of a group of rivals in the circle, and later quit the movie world in a rage and switched to selling fried skewers. The reason is that selling fried skewers is free.

It's quite free, the kind of freedom that can be scolded in the street if anyone is upset.

That's right, tonight, this inconspicuous godfather left the key at home, and the gas tank was not filled up. As a last resort, he called Lin Mingfei, who had just fallen asleep, for help. This is really ridiculous for the filmmaker. Played to the extreme.

Gu Dongsheng leaned on the side watching Lin Mingfei changing the gas tank with a toothpick in his mouth, and said with a smile: "I think you were educated by my stick when you went to school by slipping the door and picking the lock. Let's take a look now, hey! It's pretty useful to be next to you! Hey! Godson has grown up! It's true that raising children and preventing old age are right!"

"You have more and more dramas. You should continue to be your big director. What kind of fried skewers are you selling?" Lin Mingfei gave him a white look. "Also, next time I remember to bring my keys, I will be very Busy, no time to help you with these trivial matters."

"Got it." Gu Dongsheng said disapprovingly.

Lin Mingfei tilted his head, and saw a crowd of people not far away, "What's wrong over there? Is there a disturbance or something?"

"No!" It was strangely excited to mention this Gu Dongsheng, his eyes lighted slightly, and he arched Lin Mingfei with his elbow. "Hey, let me tell you Zero. I caught a little boy eating Bawang's meal today. , Looks silly, but he looks pretty, I want to teach him a lesson, and itching for a while, so I gave him a bitter drama! That crying is called a truth-you can go and see! Absolutely eye-catching !"

"You have something wrong?" Lin Mingfei looked at Gu Dongsheng with a crazy look, but was forcibly pushed by Gu Dongsheng.

"Come and let one give way!"

The crowd was pushed aside, and Lin Mingfei’s "tweeting" was filled with heated discussions from passers-by, some wondering if it was a performance art, some said that this little man grew up so **** cute, and he was so cute when he cried. He also asked whether the child was deceived should call the police, and then he saw a familiar figure sitting on the ground.

"Xia Tong?" He blurted out, his pupils shaking.

There was a loud voice. Little Omega obviously didn't hear what he was talking about. He was still making a sincere feeling. There was an unbeatable iron rice bowl in front of him, and a white board filled with slogans was in his arms.

The big characters "Selling the body to bury the captain" came into view!

Lin Mingfei: ".........?????"

"Look, this crying scene is great!" Gu Dongsheng admired, "He is the star of tomorrow, Zero! I almost really believe that he has an old captain who is dying!"

Lin Mingfei: "..."

Needless to think about it, classmate Xia Xiaotong, who has not been involved in the world, was fooled again.

And his godfather deserves to be his godfather.

A pair of pitfalls, even the godson will not let it go.

The author has something to say: Lin Mingfei: Zhen died on the spot.