Back to 1980: Please Love Me Again

Chapter 140 The real high-end bureau

Zhao Wenmu's home in Pingyang County.

Seeing that the desired effect had been achieved, Zhao Wenmu no longer frightened them.

He gently held Zhao Jing's hand.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Feeling the man's generous and warm palm, Zhao Jing slowly calmed down.

She patted Rong Xinyi's back lightly.

After a while, Rong Xinyi also came out of that fear.

They were too obedient just now, and brought themselves into the scene described by Zhao Wenmu.

"Actually, the endgame tricks you encountered today are only the lowest level. Shall I tell you about more advanced ones?"

Zhao Wenmu wanted to have a relaxing chat and let them relax.

Also let them see what a real high-end scam is.

"Is there something more advanced?"

Sure enough, when the two women heard this, they immediately became interested.

"Of course!"

This was witnessed by Zhao Wenmu in his previous life. Looking back afterwards, he was astonished.

To say who has the most accurate grasp of human nature?

Definitely a scammer!
"A friend told me this, and he saw it with his own eyes!"

Zhao Wenmu made friends out of nothing, and talked nonsense.

"He once went to the capital for business, and one day he had nothing to do, so he ran to the overpass alone to hang out."

"Ah, is your friend Jin Xiaobao? No, Jin Xiaobao is originally from the capital."

"Don't interrupt me."

Zhao Wenmu glared at the girl.

Rong Xinyi shrank her neck.

The little girl also woke up at this time, so Zhao Jing hugged her and listened to her father's storytelling together.

"There are many stalls on the overpass, selling things, fortune-telling, and setting up endgames. This friend can play chess, so I found an endgame stand to watch."

"The stall owner is an old man whose hair is about to fall out. He looks very simple and honest. Anyway, he looks like a good guy."

"Ah, yes, that's the case with the old man who set up a stall!"

Rong Xinyi interrupted again.

"Go on, go on."

"The old man advised him to play a few rounds, 1 yuan a round, whoever wins the money. He felt that his level was average and he didn't want to gamble, so he refused."

"After that came a young man dressed in a sleek dress. The young man's hair was disheveled, but he had oiled his scalp, a belt was tied around his waist, and he was carrying a big dirty bag in his hand."

"Ah, I know, it's the kind of person who is sloppy and thinks he's handsome. There are so many people like this now!"

Rong Xinyi is like a conscientious fan.

Zhao Wenmu didn't bother with her anymore.

"The young man squatted in front of the stall, took out a cigarette and lit it, and asked the old man how much a plate was with a southern accent, and the old man said 1 yuan. The young people thought it was expensive, and the old man said that winning or losing was 1 yuan. No one suffers."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention, the old man is fluent in Beijing movies, obviously a native of the capital."

"Third brother, what you said makes me suspect that the old man and the young man are together!"

It was rare for Rong Xinyi to be smart.

Zhao Jing also nodded.

Zhao Wenmu was noncommittal and continued to narrate.

"The young man said I'll take a look first, this game doesn't count, and then he played a game against himself, and then won easily. He regretted it a bit, and knew that he should play against the old man!"

"So he took 1 yuan to play with the old man, but he lost quickly. He was not convinced, so he continued to play, and quickly lost 2 yuan."

"Eh? Isn't this the same as us? Isn't he with the old man?"

Rong Xinyi was a little confused.

"As for my friend, he still knows some chess skills. Slowly, he realized that the endgame is actually very delicate, and ordinary people can't win at all."

"Just like you play!"

Zhao Wenmu deliberately raised his voice to add this sentence.

Zhao Jing and Rong Xinyi blushed a little.

"As for that young man, his level is actually very poor, and his moves are very clumsy. He lost money and was unwilling to give up. He always wanted to win the money back, so he was very persistent in playing chess with the old man."

After saying this, Zhao Wenmu stared at Rong Xinyi.

Come on, keep cheering!

Rong Xinyi stopped talking, why did she lose 30 yuan, didn't she just keep playing chess with the stall owner?
"When the young man was playing chess with the old man, many people came to watch one after another. Because the young man played too badly and always thought he was awesome, some people couldn't stand it anymore and began to say He didn't make the right move, so how should he go?"

"There were several people who spoke, and one of them was a middle-aged man in his 40s, wearing a Chinese tunic suit and carrying a briefcase. He looked like an official of an enterprise or an institution, and his accent was not from the capital. He was probably the same as my friend. He came to the capital for business."

Rong Xinyi remembered again that when she was playing chess, there were many people pointing and pointing.

It's annoying.

"A true gentleman who watches chess without saying a word, these people are really annoying!"

"Ah, yes, the young man thinks the same as you. He looked up at the middle-aged man and said loudly that you are so awesome, why don't you come down? There is no grass by the river, and the talking donkey is starved to death."

Zhao Wenmu continued.

"The middle-aged man looked like a cadre at first glance. No one would talk to him like that. He couldn't get off the stage for a while, so he said very politely, how can you, comrade, curse people? If you don't do well, you are not good. Let me tell you what's wrong?"

"Then a few people next to him also helped the middle-aged man speak, saying that you, a young man, speak too aggressively."

Speaking of this, Zhao Jing looked at Zhao Wenmu with bright eyes.

Rong Xinyi also easily stopped interrupting.

"The young man was very angry. After all, no one likes to be criticized by so many people, and he lost money, so he was already full of anger. So he pointed at those people and scolded, you are so little. Mind your own business!"

"As a result, two or three people immediately surrounded him, and someone pushed him. The young man felt a little guilty, and he shouted that you bully foreigners!"

"And then?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Wenmu suddenly stopped, and Rong Xinyi couldn't help asking.

"And then I got thirsty."

"Ok?"

Rong Xinyi didn't know why.

Zhao Jing went to pour him a glass of water.

After taking the cup, Zhao Wenmu squeezed her palm.

"Then the young man got scared and wanted to divert the conflict. He said to the middle-aged man, aren't you very good? Then let's play together, 5 yuan a game, whoever loses is the grandson!"

"The middle-aged man was a bit annoyed to be provoked by him like this, and he knew that this young man was very bad at chess, and everyone around him helped him, so he said yes, just play."

"Then the two of them went to borrow the old man's chess stand, but the old man didn't do it. He said that your playing chess would affect my business. If you want to borrow the chess board, you can give me one yuan for each game. And you can only play the endgame. The whole game, how much time will it take!"

Zhao Wenmu took a sip of water lightly.

"So the two of them threw down 5 yuan each, and gave 5 cents to the old man. The old man was the referee, and they started playing chess. Several people around were also talking about it, saying that this young man is a stinking chess basket, and he will definitely lose."

"As expected, the youngsters quickly lost."

"The middle-aged man picked up the ten yuan on the ground and planned to leave. Who knew that the young man was determined not to let him go. He cursed and said that the middle-aged man wanted to leave after winning the money. Absolutely not!"

"Oh, third brother, who is the liar and who was cheated?"

Rong Xinyi felt that her head was completely insufficient.

Zhao Wenmu looked at Zhao Jing and then at her.

"Why don't you guess?"

Both shook their heads.

"The young man's attitude made the onlookers very unhappy, and they accused the young man one after another. The young man was cornered, and he took out 100 yuan from the big bag on the ground for a long time. He threw the money on the ground viciously, and said loudly that there will be another game, just the last game, and the winner will be determined in one game, and whoever coaxes is the grandson!"

"The middle-aged man thinks that he is above the top. His level is poor, and now he is irrational. He must lose! Moreover, he has been scolded by young people, and he is also angry. So he also He took out 100 yuan from his bag and put it on the ground."

"Okay, let's play this game, don't be unconvinced if you lose."

"So the two of them set up a posture and prepared for a new round."

Having said that, Zhao Wenmu stopped talking.

He opened the drawer and took out a stack of big unity from inside.

"Guess who is the victim. If you guess correctly, I will give her 100 yuan."

The ten Great Unity cards were laid out one by one and placed on the table.

"Who is a liar again, I will give her 1000 yuan if she guesses right."

A whole stack of Great Unity wavered in front of the two of them.

"I know I know, young people are victims!"

Rong Xinyi hurriedly replied.

Then she thought for a while.

"The middle-aged people and some people in the crowd are liars, and the old man who set up the stall is not sure."

When she said these words, she was not so sure.

Zhao Wenmu looked at Zhao Jing.

"Ah Jing, what do you think?"

"I think that middle-aged man should be the victim."

"In comparison, he should be richer than the young people, and they are all outsiders."

Zhao Jing thought about it.

"That young man is a liar, and those who help middle-aged people should be liars too!"

When it comes to those who are helping, Zhao Jing is a little hesitant.

"No, those people have been irritating that young man. He is the one who was cheated, right?"

Rong Xinyi retorted.

"Those people may be acting with young people?"

"Maybe they just want the middle-aged man to think that the young man has lost his mind."

Thinking about it this way, Zhao Jing became firmer in her judgment. Those so-called supporters were probably with young people.

The middle-aged man thinks that he has the chance to win, and he is afraid that he has fallen into the trap that others have set up a long time ago.

But if you think about it carefully, it's really scary!

Everyone's performance here seems so normal, so natural, it's really hard for people to tell the difference.

"Oh, third brother, don't be a fool, hurry up and talk about it!"

Rong Xinyi couldn't help urging.

Zhao Jing also had anticipation in her eyes.

"Okay, I'll go on."

(End of this chapter)