After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Feng Yin sat up from the cushion, brushed the handcuffs with one hand, and the handcuffs opened with a click.

"You drove a little too much. Don't think too much. It's not illegal."

Feng Yin tried to persuade him not to think too much, but how could the old man not think too much about whether he had touched someone he shouldn't have touched.

But thinking of the people behind him, he persisted.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

The old man kowtowed to Feng Yin, kowtowing really hard.

Lin Yu was about to pay, but Feng Yin stopped him with one hand. He stepped sideways and helped the old man up first.

"Don't be like this. Although I am not a good person, I am moral."

"What our line of work emphasizes is the cycle of natural principles and retribution. Let's go. I'll follow you to take a look. As long as it's true, let alone two hundred, twenty thousand is fine!"

The old man hunched over his chest, burst into tears, thanked him loudly, and limped towards his home with the group of four.

After entering a deep alley, the old man turned a corner and led several people to his home.

A taller person might not be able to stand up under a simple iron house.

"I sold my house and took care of my children."

The old man opened the iron wire on the iron house, and opened the iron door with a creaking sound.

In the dark room, there was a wooden bed, and under the bed were paper boxes and plastic bottles.

"I don't go out every day. I mostly pick up bottles and cardboard ones. I know it's wrong."

The old man's back became even more bent.

There was a bulging, skinny boy on the bed. His eyes were very prominent, his hair was dry and yellow, his lips were chapped, and his eyes were dull.

"The child could no longer speak. One year he had a fever and his vocal cords were burned out."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Lin Yu couldn't help crying, covering her mouth with one hand, forcing herself to look at the suffering in the world in front of her, reminding herself how good her life was.

Zhang Bo'er and Li Sanyi were also touched, but the man's face made them bite their lips and hold on.

As for Feng Yin, let alone tears, even the frequency of breathing has not changed.

"It's really pitiful. Have you two been living like this?"

Feng Yin took a few steps forward, squatted next to the boy, and lifted the quilt off the boy.

"Don't - it's too dirty. He has sores on his body and they are contagious."

The old man lifted the quilt up and gently covered the boy.

"oh--"

Feng Yin retracted his hand, stood up, and went out with the two people who wanted to cry or Lin Yu, who was almost dry from crying.

"Huh--I really want a cigarette."

The wind sings and chirps, and I feel a little regretful that I didn’t buy a pack of cigarettes. In this time of suffering in the world, it’s the best time to smoke one.

"What's your name? If I want to donate money, I have to have a name, right? You said you have a son, wouldn't he come to see you?"

Feng Yin asked two questions, and the old man who came out shook his head.

"My son has severed ties with me and donated money... I don't understand. Someone from the bank bought us insurance before someone donated to us. I don't trust the bank. If you really want to help us, can you give us cash?" "

"Damn bank!"

Lin Yu cursed and opened his mouth to agree, but Feng Yin stopped him again.

"Okay, but you can at least let me see your household registration book. Let's write a note and explain that this money is a donation to you, so as to avoid any disputes in the future, right?"

What Feng Yin said was reasonable. The old man thanked him repeatedly, found his household registration book, and handed it to Feng Yin.