Feng Yin guessed about autumn orange, but he had no idea, but he didn’t call these two people.
“Hurry up, I will deduct money tomorrow if I don’t clean up!”
After saying this, the manager was about to leave. The old man who was originally looking down to sweep the leaves, he immediately asked for it, and the stick was facing the manager.
“You will know that you will deduct money! You will deduct six times this month!”
“What do you want? You can deduct it as soon as you say it. Did you deduct it all in your pocket?”
The old man’s eyes were red, and a stick was about to fall down, and the incident was about to escalate.
Feng Yin threw a broom in his hand, accurately knocking the old man’s stick away.
“Hey, the broom seller didn’t say it was Harry Potter’s broom, and he could fly by himself!”
Feng Yin caught up with his broom, stood between the old man and the manager, and held the old man’s stick back with one hand.
The hand holding the stick was as steady as Mount Tai, and the old man couldn’t move it at all.
Feng Yin smiled a little scary when facing the manager who was about to scold him.
“The rabbit is still biting people when it is too anxious, let alone people?”
“People are very interesting. Sometimes just one thought can turn a living person into a dead person. Are you fun?”
“A life of fifty yuan is a bit of a loss, what do you think?”
The manager was really scared by Feng Yin, and just said stubbornly: “He is worthy, an old man is immortal–”
He didn’t finish his words, because the manager
He swallowed the words behind him and found a step for himself, “Forget it today, sweep it hard next time.”
The man quickly left, and Feng Yin finally let go of the stick in his hand and smiled at the old man like a harmless girl next door.
“Uncle, isn’t it nice to drink some wine? Are the grandchildren at home not adorable?”