"What are you going to be?"

“Nothing counts.”

"That……"

"I want to die!"

The charlatan was startled. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him in a brightly dressed manner: his face was pale, unconscious, and his eyes were stupid. But the diamond ring between his fingers... tsk! Eighty or ninety percent of it was real.

Secretly swallowing, the charlatan selectively forgot that he was just a fortune teller, not a psychologist.

So on the street where traffic is crowded, a vulgar old man in a inferior suit quietly pinched the middle-aged man's right ring finger and fiddled with him a few times.

"Why do you want to die?"

"I failed." The middle-aged man smiled miserably, took off the diamond ring in his hand, and threw it on the table "when you want it, take it. I sat here just to find someone to talk to, and then..."

"Don't!" The charlatan quickly held the diamond ring in his hand, and then put it in the suit pocket. His dirty face instantly bloomed with flowers: "Sir, I see that you have a clear and elegant bones, the heaven is full, the ground..."

"Don't talk, listen to me!" The middle-aged man knocked his slender fingers on the table, cleared his throat, and said, "The person I love left me. My company was acquired by his rival. In the end, my opponent even bribed a bitch and set up a plan to harm me, saying that I raped her and was arrested in the police station for three days. Do you think I am miserable?"

"Miss, miserable!" The charlatan nodded quickly, but he didn't agree.

You are so miserable! White-collar workers, don’t they all like this? You play with my wife, I play with your woman, business war, either you die or I live... Isn’t it just that you were cheated? What a big deal! You are miserable? The urban management uses sticks to beat people every day, and chases me like a dog. I often hurt me, and the little hooligans on the street have to knock me on some packs of cigarettes and money...

But this is absolutely impossible to say. The charlatan looked at it with a charming smile on his face.

"I am a professional manager, do you understand? He is a golden collar who specializes in working for others. His annual salary is more than 5 million US dollars. In this country, no more than 100 people can reach my level..."

Cut! One percent is not that great. The charlatan took out a cigarette from his pocket, Huangshan, which costs five yuan a pack, pulled out a wrinkled one and handed it over.

The middle-aged man glanced in surprise, took it, lit it with the lighter of the charlatan, and took a breath.

"I haven't smoked such cigarettes in almost twenty years."

"You are a noble billionaire, how can you get used to this? I am poor, it's my blessing if you don't look down on me."

The middle-aged man nodded, his mood seemed to improve, he took another breath of cigarette and leisurely exhaled a cigarette ring.

"I haven't been to college, but I'm a genius. Do you believe it? In just a few years, I have dabbled in finance, history, physics, metalworking, biology, chemistry, and even taught myself six foreign languages. It can be said that in any field I have learned, I have reached a very high level of applying what I have learned. After graduation, I first worked as a sales manager at General Company, step by step, and slowly, I have gained huge wealth while ascending to the throne of general manager in Greater China."

"My love has also blossomed and bears fruit. The person I fell in love with is the most beautiful woman recognized in the whole city, and she is also the smartest one."

"Five years ago, after I resigned, I opened a financial company. With my abilities and connections, I quickly became famous in the circle. Within two years, I was one of the top 100 in the country. I entered the ranks of billionaires in one step."

"But life is not smooth sailing, right? My wife is eight years younger than me. I love her and she loves me too. But what she needs, I can't satisfy her."

Satisfied? The expression on the charlatan's face became more respectful, but the dirty scenes were remembered in his heart.

"Ah..." The man hit hard and suddenly softened.

"Hmph...it's useless!" The woman was dissatisfied with a displeasure on her face.

The charlatan shivered and returned to reality. He saw the middle-aged man staring at him and hurriedly smiled: "Sir, please continue."

"She wants me to accompany her to go shopping, so how can I have time? She wants me to write love letters to her. I always ask the flower shop to deliver flowers, and even on her birthday, I can't accompany her because of entertaining customers..."

"My marriage with her had already been on a red light, but I was confused. Until one day, she left me after leaving a letter."

It's bloody! If it weren't for the sake of the diamond ring, the charlatan really wanted to turn around and leave, and he didn't want to have a broken table or a copper gossip. Isn't it all the same thing? If you hold on and get through, you'll be the man; if you can't hold on, you'll sink in the sea, you'll become fertilizer.

As he thought about it, the charlatan said bluntly: "Sir, you are dead. Is your rival sad or happy?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly: "You guy, aren't you asking nonsense?"

"Then do you know the 'Law of the Jungle'?"

"certainly!"

"If you fall once, you can't get up. If you commit suicide, no one will say you are a bachelor, you will only say you are stupid, do you know?"

The middle-aged man's face gradually turned pale and his eyebrows were crowded together, obviously staring at the charlatan's words.

"Idiot! Have you heard this word? It is to describe someone like you who cry and die when you are frustrated, like an old woman! Why can't you think about standing up again, regaining your heroism, defeating your opponent, robbing your woman, and then soaking your rival's wife and daughter together, which makes him so angry that he vomits blood and commits suicide?"

"Well……"

The charlatan is undoubtedly the grassroots living at the bottom. His words are thick but not thick. His fingers are like chicken feet, and his fingernails are covered with black mud. At this moment, he is holding onto a hand-sewn Armani boutique suit. He grabbed the middle-aged man's collar and scolded fiercely: "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge! Are you not a senior intellectual or a social elite? You don't understand this principle, and you're just a fool! I'm a little brother to me. You don't even have any open and dark methods. If you're a golden collar, what else can you do besides committing suicide?"

The words of the charlatan will strike a new world in the heart of the middle-aged man. The power of this impact makes the middle-aged man's mind confused and cannot understand it for a moment, and murmured: "What are the light and the dark?"

"Damn it, I'm so stupid!" The charlatan knocked the middle-aged man and spitted all over the sky: "The bright one is to carry out the business war openly, and the dark one is to shoot the black bricks!"

"I can't shoot the black bricks!"

"Pig! Slapping black bricks is a metaphor. It means that you think about calculating him all day long. If you can't get on the table, it's good enough. As long as it works, it's fine. How do you do it when it's not happy? How do you deal with the enemy? By the way, you should walk to Mr. Hou like autumn wind, turn your head slightly, smile and shake your head slightly, touch your onion nose, shruggle gently. Your eyes tremble slightly, and slowly struggle to open it. Thinking to myself, "Mr. Hou is not handsome!" My body trembled suddenly, and my mouth was cracked. I hesitated for a while, and then I stuttered my mouth in surprise, clenched my fists slightly, squinted my eyes slightly, and a slight chuckled my lips, sighed slightly, and hesitated slightly, and said, "Oh, Mr. Hou, it's the Chinese New Year, is it..."

"roll!"

Tudou sighed and shook his head, turned his body helplessly, leaned back slightly, and a faint relief and bitterness flashed over his face, and he took a slight step...

Yueguan: With drunken eyes, I went up to lift the tent. I saw a red satin quilt embroidered with green water mandarin ducks. I looked down on the smooth stream with a graceful and charming body. A long black hair was draped on the back like a cloud, and a snow-white skin was faintly exposed below. The thighs of the round jade pillars were covered by the brocade quilt. The only thing I could see was that fragrant buttocks, like a fertile field of snow... When I reached out and touched, a man's scream suddenly came from the quilt: "Who?"

Yueguan was so scared that his whole body was filled with alcohol. The vest was covered in cold sweat. Luo Tiao shook, and Mr. Hou came out naked and cursed: "Xiaoguan, you bastard! You dare to ruin my good deeds. Don't want the royalty fee next month?"

Yueguan fights with his legs, and his legs are like sifting crumbs, and he trembles: "Don't, don't..." After saying this, he suddenly became stunned: This is my bridal chamber, what's the matter with Guan Hou?

The beacons: wearing a yellow military jacket, a cowhide belt, a cotton monkey on his head, a pair of straw sandals on his feet, a sleeves on his sleeves, a thorn on his chest, and a cobra on his hat. He walked to Mr. Hou, reached out to pinch his chin, looked left and right, and laughed: "It's so manly! He's just coming to pay for the royalties! I didn't say anything, Sailboat Hotel, I'll invite Erguotou, pork head meat enough!"

Mr. Hou was shocked: "What Mr. Feng said is the Arabic Hotel known as the seven-star rating?"

"What?" Fenghuo smiled meaningfully and said, "Don't worry, young master, I have money!" He took out a stack of bills from his pocket, shook in the wind, and there were actually billions...

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