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

Chapter 89
Feng Yin guessed the orange in autumn, but he had no idea, but he didn't call these two people.

"Hurry up, if you don't clean it up, you will be deducted tomorrow!"

After saying this sentence, the manager wanted to leave. The old man who was sweeping the leaves with his head down straightened up and pointed his stick at the manager.

"Deduct money! I know how to deduct money! I have deducted six times this month!"

"What on earth do you want? You can buckle it if you say so. Did it all go into your pocket!"

The old man's eyes were red, and a stick was about to fall, and the incident was about to escalate.

Feng Yin threw the broom forward, knocking away the old man's stick accurately.

"Hey, the broom seller didn't say it's Harry Potter's broom, it can fly by itself!"

Feng Yin caught up with his broom, stood between the old man and the manager, and held the old man's stick backwards with one hand.

The hand holding the stick was as firm as Mount Tai, and the old man couldn't move it at all.

Facing the manager who was about to scold him, Feng Yin smiled a little scary.

"Rabbits bite people when they are in a hurry, let alone humans?"

"People are very interesting. Sometimes just a thought can turn a living person into a dead person. Do you think it's fun?"

"The life of 50 yuan is a bit of a loss, what do you think?"

The manager was really frightened by Feng Yin, so he just said stiffly: "He is worthy of it, an old man who will never die——"

He didn't finish speaking, because the manager met the eyes of the old man behind him for the first time.

He swallowed the last words, found a way for himself, and said, "Forget about today, next time sweep more diligently."

The man left quickly, Feng Yin finally let go of the stick in his hand, and smiled at the old man like a harmless girl next door.

"Master, wouldn't it be nice to drink some wine? Aren't the grandchildren at home cute?"

Two sentences made the red-eyed old man put down the stick in his hand and said: "They are too bullying."

"It's not good to bully others, but it's even worse to hurt others, not to mention hurting others a thousand and hurting yourself a thousand and five. There's no need for that."

"Look at me, I'm young, and I'm inexplicably in debt of more than 3000 million. If I can't live well, I have hope while I'm alive. What if I make a comeback one day?"

"You owe so much money?"

The old man obviously didn't believe it, so Feng Yin took the phone and showed it to the old man.

"This is my live broadcast room. Ask these people if what I say is true."

Comments flashed one by one in the comment area, the old man struggled to read a few of them, and looked at Feng Yin with an expression of incomprehension.

"They all scold you, aren't you angry?"

"Isn't it like being angry to mess with their hearts? How can I do such a behavior that is harmful to myself and benefits others?"

I don't know if Fengyin's unique comforting method played a role, or after some comparison, the old man found that his little suffering seemed to be nothing, anyway, the old man lost his anger.

Those who watched the excitement around also said a few words cheerfully, and then dispersed.

Feng Yin took the mobile phone and continued to sweep the streets.

"How much is it today? Please put your idle brain to use. I only earn a thousand and two dollars a month."

"Besides, I'm not here to make money today. I was lucky enough to be selected by chicken legs yesterday and became one of the food poisoners. I vomited filth all over the floor. I promised an auntie cleaner that I would come to work today."

"I can't help it, I'm just so trustworthy!
Feng Yin began to boast again, making it impossible for the live broadcast room to take the warm route.

[Look at the official account of the D City Police, there is wind! 】

[Really, big melons will stay ripe. 】

(End of this chapter)