Urban God-level Selection System

The two sides walked again.

This time the old man behaved extra cautiously. Every time he walked, he had to think carefully to avoid jumping into any trap.

But often mistakes happen at such times.

I just looked at the front, but didn't see the future.

An invisible net has long been pulled apart, waiting for the old man to jump down step by step.

Within a few minutes this time, the old man was defeated, causing the masses to be in an uproar again.

"I don't believe it, come again!!"

The old man has played countless chess games, and he has studied many chess records throughout his life.

I have never tasted defeat here, otherwise I would not be so confident and dare to play chess and bet.

However, this kid just made him lose twice in a row, and he didn't even have the effort to breathe.

You said that if one loses and one wins, somehow you can get back some face, but now, it is losing streak and there is no hope of winning.

This is not only a problem of the face of the elderly, but also a problem of the learning of the elderly in their lives.

This makes him seriously doubt, what has he been doing in this life?

Why can't you even get this kid.

The outlook on life is simply fragmented.

Zhang Wanlin does not give in. He wants to make money. He naturally cannot be modest. If he can't be modest, he will definitely play harder and let the old man lose every time.

After probably winning dozens of hands, the old man's eyes were bloodshot and his hair was messy. The state of that madness was almost a spit of old blood, and he died on the spot.

He has no money.

"Can you lend me some money!! I must win this kid today!!"

The old man said to the people around him.

Seeing him like this, who dared to borrow, evaded one after another.

Lao Liu reminded Zhang Wanlin: "My child, it's almost time to win. If it's time to go back, I will go back and win again. This master should vomit blood."

That's true.

Zhang Wanlin stood up and bowed to the old man, "Thank you for your advice!"

After speaking, he left this place.

The old man sat foolishly in front of the chess book, watching in a daze.

"why why!!"

"Why can't I even have a child!!"

Many people have already left and talk about it as an anecdote.

Only Lao Liu stayed and gave the old man a ten yuan, "Old man, this is normal to win or lose. After all, people always have old age, right?"

"People are better than blue because they are blue."

Zhang Wanlin made a total of nearly 400 yuan. Don't underestimate the money. In this era, it is a huge sum of money, a worker's monthly salary.

Many things can be done.

He decided to have a meal first.

Before coming to the restaurant, the boss was welcoming the guests inside.

Seeing a person who looked like a child coming over, dressed like a beggar, he immediately pulled down his face.

"Broken Beggar Go!"

"This is not where you beg for food."

I don’t blame Zhang Wanlin for dressing like this, only that their family is so poor.

Zhang Wanlin said, "I have money."

"Oh, you have money?"

The boss laughed, "I also met someone who said he was rich last time, but he didn't give money after eating."

"Also confidently said, if you have the ability, you will kill me.

I'm used to seeing people like you! If you have money, why not buy a cleaner piece of clothing? "

The guests inside did not want him to come in for dinner.

Dirty, with flies still around, the smell alone shouldn't make you irritable.

"Hanako! What about you, don't you let me in!" "If you have money, I will call you father!!"

"Tm, get away, really, you can meet beggars after a meal, what luck today."

Zhang Wanlin paid a visit to the boss's table with a one-hundred-yuan bill, "Boss, three or two chaotic faces, do you have any comments?"

The boss saw that this beggar had paid out a huge sum of one hundred yuan, and immediately said to him, "Guest, please inside, please inside, all this is a misunderstanding, you have to face it in chaos, well, right away. Come up!"

The guests were slightly surprised, but he didn't expect that the beggar actually paid a hundred yuan.

Zhang Wanlin walked to a guest and said, "Come on, call me, call me father!"

A child even dared to speak to an adult like this, the man immediately stopped smoking the noodles and looked at him angrily.

"Why, is it great for you little beggar to put out a hundred yuan?"

"Cnm, believe it or not I've destroyed you?"

"Dare to be rampant in front of Lao Tzu!"

The boss didn't want them to make trouble in the store. After all, it was his own things that he smashed. He said: "Hey, kindness makes money, how about this?"

"It's all right if you give each other a little bit, right?"

Under the boss’s persuasion, the young man just stopped his anger and sat down again. Zhang Wanlin said again: “Hurry up, say yes, I’ll take it out and it’s your dad! Why doesn’t your son dare to admit it?”

Who can't bear this?

What's more, he is still a healthy young man.

He immediately copied a stool and smashed it on Zhang Wanlin's head.

Everyone was taken aback, is this still worth it?

But it was too late to stop.

Zhang Wanlin slowly touched his bag, and just as the stool was about to smash it, he took out something, and the stool stopped in mid-air.

With a hundred yuan bill in his hand, he said to the young man: "Hell, father, this one hundred yuan is yours!"

Such a large sum of money is just a daddy.

Everyone thought that this sloppy young man might not be too generous.

What kind of dignity these days, money is trampled underfoot.

The young man snatched the money, took a closer look to make sure it was real money, then suddenly crouched, and said to the child: "Father, I was wrong, can't I be wrong?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Zhang Wanlin found a stool and sat on the opposite side of the young man, "Son, Dad is sitting opposite you, should you pour a glass of water to honor Dad?"

The young man hurried over and poured a glass of water over.

"Father, please take it.

Honor you. "

Zhang Wanlin took the water, but didn't drink it, and poured it on the young man's face.

Young people dare not speak.

"My dear son, this is so hot, how can you bear to let Dad drink it?

Come here for a change! "

The young man went and poured another glass, this time blowing a lot to make sure the water temperature was right.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wanlin took it and splashed it over again.

"My dear son, you just blew your saliva into it, so why are you embarrassed to let me drink it?

Pour another cup. "

The young man gritted his teeth, but still suppressed the anger in his heart.

Everyone in the restaurant was speechless. A young man was actually called by a child. It would be a crime to be a son.

"Father, it should be just right this time."

The young man respectfully brought a glass of water.

Zhang Wanlin took it and said with satisfaction: "My dear son, he is really good, but I'm not thirsty anymore."

After speaking, the water poured directly on the young man's head.