Yin Yang Rogue

  In recent years, various high-end jade antique shops in Beijing Panjiayuan have become boutique stores. As soon as you open your mouth, it's tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Of course, this is just to fool those outsiders who come to worship the name, the real Panjiayuan still exists, just in the old second-hand market not far west of Panjiayuan.

  There are some people on this street who can't afford those exquisite rooms, and there are also some old players in the Panjiayuan market. These old players miss the flavor of the city's alleys from back then, miss the thrill of testing their skills with every transaction, and the possibility of encountering great items and customers every day.

  They know a truth that poor people with good things in their hearts will be deterred by those magnificent and luxurious high-rise buildings.

  So, this street has always followed the ancient rules of the antique business, and it can be said that it is a treasure trove. In such a place, at the end of the street in front of a dilapidated wall, sat a young man with a shabby appearance and tattered clothes.

  Small eyes, big nose, wide face, dark complexion. Whenever he sees someone passing by, he will put on a flattering smile. Next to his hand stands a bamboo pole with a dirty, messy and old cloth banner that reads "House Feng Shui" in iron painting and silver hook style, written with quite some grandeur!

  At this time, he was holding two buns in his hands, gobbling them down while muttering "Compared to the big cafeteria at school, these buns are far inferior!" Before he could finish speaking, several men suddenly rushed over from a short distance away. One of the men pointed at him and shouted loudly: "It's this little brat, what's-his-name, crazy or something! Screw his mother, beat him to death for me!"

  At that moment, everyone on the street looked in this direction. The madman hadn't come back to his senses yet, and the bun in his hand was knocked to the ground. The madman hurriedly raised his head and smiled apologetically: "Gentlemen, I don't know you all, I'm just a signboard looking at the feng shui, what are you doing?"

  At this time, a short and fat man squeezed in from behind, with a sinister look in his eyes, saying: "Madman, do you recognize me?"

  The madman's eyes lit up when he saw the newcomer: "Ah, isn't this Brother Tiao? You're..."

  "Shut up!" said Tiao Ge, "Don't call me brother or anything like that. Last time we drank together, you were bragging about your abilities and I believed you. You told me to let you take a look at the feng shui of my place, damn it! I even asked you to set up a wealth-gathering spot for me. But just three days after you did the feng shui reading, my business started going downhill!"

  Crazy guy listened and was stunned: "Impossible, this year Tiao Ge you Ziwei star entered the palace, I gave you the absolute formation that is absolutely compatible with your five elements..."

  "Let your dog fart, I'm so unlucky to have introduced you to my friends. Lin said his wife and father-in-law didn't get along, they fought every day. You set up a harmonious family scene, this time they didn't fight, damn it, the old man just died."

  "Hey, no, no, no, Brother Tiao, listen to me! This is a case of 'fire burning the heavenly gate', the old man's fate has reached its limit. You can't blame me for this! I'm just a feng shui master, I don't have the power to extend someone's lifespan! And besides, Brother Tiao, I didn't even charge you guys a single penny for reading your fortune..."

  "Damn your feng shui! You still want money with this kind of attitude? Brothers, beat him to death!"

  As soon as the words fell, several men rushed up, and the madman wanted to pick up the package on the ground. He was kicked in the hand by someone, and suddenly, a rain of fists fell on his body. The madman rolled over and begged for mercy while arching his back to protect his chest. Meanwhile, Tiege pulled out a steel pipe from behind him and struck it down fiercely.

  The madman only felt a sharp pain all over his body, cold sweat accompanied by fresh blood flowing from his forehead to the tip of his nose, finally falling on the steamed bun in his hand that had been trampled flat. The madman, with his head hung low, gritted his teeth tightly, and his face no longer wore its initial flattering expression; instead, his gaze became firm and tolerant. He brutally stuffed the blood-soaked steamed bun into his mouth.

  "Hold on, you must live on, it's been five years, Fang Xian, your brother has waited for you for too long..."