Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 213, Karma

In a rented house in a fly alley in the suburbs, a middle-aged man in monk robes spoke in broken Thai.

"5 yuan, deal"

The middle-aged man in a poor-quality red monk's robe counted the cash in his hand with a solemn face, and then handed the golden pot in his hand to the woman in front of him.

The woman took the golden jar respectfully and left happily. The solemn expression on the middle-aged man's face also changed to a joking one, his face beaming with smiles, and his language of speech also changed to Chinese.

"Hey, another 5 yuan came into the account. It turns out that earning money can really be that simple, how fast the money comes in."

"Don't tell me, the money of these people who want to be popular and crazy is really not easy to earn." A girl with heavy makeup and a good face also looked at the 5 yuan with a look of hehe, with a smile on her face. laugh at.

The middle-aged man was also unambiguous, and directly divided half of the money, and took a picture of the girl's hand carelessly.

"Haha, Master Niba, you are really cheerful." The girl smiled, and put the wad of money into her pocket. She was used to this action and became natural.

"Of course, there is no point in honesty to do business ass. If you have money, everyone can earn it together, so that the water will flow forever." The middle-aged man casually found a stool and sat down, buckled his feet, and said with a smile: "And , don’t call me Master Niba, it makes me look like mud, just call me Mr. Han.”

"Hehe, Mr. Han, you are like a businessman. In the eyes of those Internet celebrity candidates, you are a master who can make people famous." The girl also teased.

"As for the master, I'm just a barefoot apprentice from a rural county. I learned some anti-corrosion techniques from others, and I have a little way to get those aborted babies. Those few Thai words are all learned online. Here you come, hum." President Han said with a sneer, "By the way, Xiaomei, these people are really not easy to deceive. I really think there is some [Gumantong] that can help them reach the pinnacle of life. Isn't this funny, if I want to have this ability, I can't raise ten or eight of them, reach the pinnacle of life in minutes, marry Bai Fumei, and still play with these disgusting corpses with them?"

Anyway, Han couldn't understand the mentality of those who were taken in. Seeing that the master lived in this dilapidated rented house, he didn't know what to do?

The real master lives in a tall temple anyway!

However, Boss Han is also happy to see the results. Anyway, he can just count the money lying on his back. At most, he will pay for a little preservative. And it's the low-quality one.

"This is the fluke mentality of people. Just like the lottery, people who have succeeded don't have to believe in these so-called folk remedies. People who have not succeeded or have failed will believe in these. They will never find it in themselves. The reason is that I thought that a Gumantong would be able to succeed, and I was really living in a dream." Xiaomei said with a look of contempt, she used to be a member of the Internet celebrity idol, but one day found that the glamor in front of this line, But there are countless corpses piled up behind it.

She sees the ugliness and hardships behind this brilliance.
However, as a eliminated person, Xiaomei knows the mentality of many losers, and because of this, she is now using these losers to make money.

"Don't tell me, there are really successes. Isn't that Liao Xiaoqing the success story of our Gumantong? She is so popular now, she is in full swing, and she may continue to be popular, just like that despicable Angela. I guess she will be an actor in the end. It can reach the sky." Boss Han said with a tut-tsk.

At this time, there was a hint of jealousy in Xiaomei's eyes, and she sneered, "Tsk tsk, those losers also take Liao Xiaoqing as their example, and they don't look at Liao Xiaoqing's pretty face and temperament, but look at yourself She has such a small face, without any self-knowledge, she deserves to be treated with Hyaluronic Acid Botox and still looks ugly, and in the end even the sugar daddies look down on it, saying don’t make it artificial.”

"What is this called? Yes, it should be called an IQ tax. These people are not smart enough, so they have to pay us an IQ tax. Who told them to trust us so much, right haha!" Mr. Han happily took out his own [-] , and then click again, the feeling of this little money is much more comfortable and safer than electronic payment.

"Hmph. Paying the IQ tax, I will really find a reason for myself. A liar is a liar, don't say it so high-sounding." Xiaomei sneered, and after packing up her [-] yuan, she reminded: "Yes. Well, prepare another five and you have to deal with it this time. Don’t be like the previous few times. The anti-corrosion effect was not done well, causing a few people to get sick and go to the hospital. Although it has nothing to do with us whether they are healthy or not, we still have to Keep a low profile."

"Um"

Mr. Han is also a little embarrassed. He is a barefoot doctor who has become a monk halfway. He is definitely not professional in antisepsis methods. 】Come
To get to the bottom of it, Mr. Han just wants to be greedy for more money. As for other people's health?fuck his business.
"Okay, let's leave first, and we will contact you next time when we have business." When Xiaomei was about to go out, she still turned her head and said with a smile: "By the way, don't walk around at night, you are doing such a shameful thing now, be careful Hit a ghost and get retribution"

Xiaomei left the rental house, but the sky outside was already dark.
"You bastard, if I believe this, I won't do this job, okay, ghosts and gods, they are just some magic sticks to fool people, and they are different from us." Mr. Han shrugged and said , closed the iron door, came to his closet, and took out a medical overalls from it.

This is his part-time sweeping job at the nearby gynecology hospital, and it is precisely because of this position that he can steal the aborted fetus from it again and again.
"Let's go, five pieces? I have to work overtime tonight." Mr. Han scratched his head, looked at the many chemical materials left beside him, and muttered, "Forget it, don't waste it, and change the materials next time." , those out-of-date Internet celebrities are sick and what can they do to me, hum"

The moment Mr. Han picked up his work clothes, the surrounding environment began to change, twisted everything became pitch black, and the wardrobe became like a black hole.

"What's the matter?"

Mr. Han was a little confused, so he looked at the darkness around him in a daze, but when he realized it, he saw pairs of baby hands protruding from the depths of the cabinet.
(End of this chapter)