World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 853 Well

Everyone is an old actor.

Since we are going to act.

Brother, accompany him to continue to show off his acting skills!

I grabbed the fake old Feng by the collar and lifted him up from the ground. With a ferocious expression on his face, he said fiercely: "You have received the money and you are not going to do anything?!"

Fake Lao Feng begged bitterly: "Boss Su, it's not that we can't do it. This is too big a problem. I really don't dare to do it..."

I gritted my teeth and said, "I don't have the right to dare or not here, only whether to do it or not!"

"If you don't do it, the fate of the couple will be like this!"

I slammed him to the ground and raised my hand to point at the incandescent light bulb mounted on the wall five or six meters away.

The light bulb doesn't respond.

Mr. Cui and others looked at the unresponsive light bulb and turned to look at me as if they were crazy.

"Like this lamp!"

until this time.

Xiaozhu just reacted, and she added something in her mouth. The bamboo blade in her hand flew out with a "swish" and hit the wall-mounted light bulb accurately.

"Boom" sounded.

The incandescent light bulb exploded immediately, sending glass shards flying everywhere.

Don't say it yet.

As the lights in the room instantly dimmed, it was quite a shocking scene.

I thought that I would still take this girl Xiaozhu out to play alone in the future.

Recently, as she has been hanging out with everyone, the tacit understanding between her and me has declined, which almost caused me to fail in my pretense.

Lu Cenyin looked at Xiaozhu and me with a speechless expression.

I turned around and took a look.

I found the fake old Feng sitting on the ground, his face pale, his body trembling, and his crotch was still wet.

This was a real eye-opener.

I have seen actors pretend to be so sad that they cry while performing, but I have never seen an actor pretend to be scared to the point of peeing.

Isn't Feng Lao Feng's acting skills too incredible? !
Xiang Liu's eyes are indeed poisonous, and he chose such a talented person to play the game.

My acting skills are not as good!
Fake Lao Feng swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice with a cry: "Boss Su... I will do it. Please let me and my wife go. I still have children studying outside..."

Since then.

He began to cry and looked extremely sad.

President Liu shook his fan and went over to pat the fake Lao Feng on the shoulder: "Lao Feng, don't be afraid. As long as you do this, we will absolutely guarantee the safety of you and your wife."

"Besides, the medicine I used only made those people faint and would not hurt anyone. There were twenty or thirty people, let alone you. Even we don't have the guts to do such a thing."

When Fake Old Feng heard this, he asked with red eyes: "Really?"

President Liu nodded: "It's absolutely true!"

Fake old Feng remained silent.

Things have been agreed upon.

President Liu went to get a small medicine bag, handed it to the fake Lao Feng, and told him that when the owner of the lime factory came back from transporting vegetables tomorrow night, he would sprinkle the medicine in the medicine bag into the vegetables. This medicine is colorless and odorless. , the vegetables cannot be washed off after being absorbed overnight. Even if they are cooked, they still have medicinal properties. As long as they eat them during the day the day after tomorrow, they will all be sick at night. Our action is scheduled for the night after tomorrow.

Fake old Feng shook his hands and carefully put away the medicine bag.

the next day.

Fake Lao Feng goes to work normally.

By midnight.

Fake Lao Feng sneaked back secretly.

He told us with a very anxious look: "Several bosses, tonight the boss of the lime factory used a small four-wheeled cart to pull a cart of vegetables. I took the opportunity of him going to the toilet and poured half of the medicine bag into the vegetables. , and half of it was poured into the rice...I swear to God, I really did this, please let me go."

I gave the fake Lao Feng a thumbs up: "Well done! I'll give you some extra money after it's done!"

When Fake Old Feng heard this, his dim eyes shone: "Boss Su, are you telling the truth?"

I turned around and asked Sanheizi: "Based on his performance, how much can he get?" Sanheizi said angrily: "The appearance fee starts at least [-] yuan!"

I replied: "Okay! That's it. When things are done, remember to give money to others and be honest!"

Fake old Feng nodded solemnly: "Thank you, boss, thank you, boss!"

I believe the fake Lao Feng gave me the medicine.

But people who love Xiang Liu will definitely not eat it.

Moreover, when we go to the King of Hell Cave, they will most likely pretend to be dead and faint on the ground to lure us in.

Anyway, this game is like a gear.

Between fiction and reality.

Mutual exchange.

bite each other.

After Fake Lao Feng told us the news, he went in, pulled the quilt on his wife, and fed her some rice soup.

He should be secretly telling his wife something.

But did not speak.

And maybe in order not to arouse our suspicion, the room was relatively dark inside and the door to the room was deliberately left open.

It's a matter of life and safety.

I didn't want to miss any detail, so I took full advantage of my good eyesight and mobilized all my energy to focus on the fake Lao Feng's gestures.

He seemed to be holding his woman's hand and making some weird movements.

What does this action mean?

I didn't see it.

After completing those actions, the fake old Feng came out with a bowl of rice soup and told us that because he had changed his shift to be on duty at the lime factory tonight, he had sneaked out and must return to the lime factory immediately.

After speaking.

Fake Lao Feng is gone.

That night.

I went over the fake Lao Feng's actions over and over in my mind, but I still didn't know what they meant.

After thinking about it, I actually fell asleep.

The next day.

We communicated on paper upstairs, told them our observations last night, and asked them if they could guess what the fake Lao Feng’s movements meant.

The Tian family couldn't guess, they thought I was too cautious, maybe it was just a few unconscious actions.

But my gut tells me otherwise.

Lu Cenyin believed in my intuition.

Since the layout of the rooms upstairs and downstairs was the same, Lu Cenyin simply let Xiaozhu lie on the bed in the room upstairs, and asked me to hold Xiaozhu's hand and do the same thing as pretending to be Lao Feng last night. Then, she stood where I was last night. He was at the same distance from the fake old Feng and his wife, observing carefully.

Observed over and over again.

In full view of everyone, Xiaozhu was lying on the bed, and my hand was always being pulled by me to make intimate movements, which made her even embarrassed.

to the end.

Lu Cenyin figured it out.

She concluded that the fake old Feng was not making any moves, but writing a few words on the palm of her daughter-in-law's hand.

As for the specific words written, because the fake old Feng's back is turned to others, it can't be clearly seen through his movements.

I was going to give up.

But Lu Senyin specializes in calligraphy and painting. She spent a long time in the room thinking about it, and when she came out, she told us that she could only guess one word through the movements of the fake Lao Feng's back, but she couldn't guess the rest.

We asked her what the word was.

Lu Cenyin wrote a word on the paper.

well.

(End of this chapter)