Cosmic bosses start from collecting trash

Chapter 51 The Old Taoist

"This dumpling is made with your son, is it surprising, unexpected, or irritating?" Yi Beichuan showed a strange smile.

The robot is quick to do things, and was sent out by him just after returning from Shanghai.

You see, people with tools are really fragrant.

"I x you x!" Han Wenyue roared, pointing the muzzle of the gun directly at Yi Beichuan, and pulled the trigger regardless, anyway, it was silenced.

Shareholders all know how Han Wenyue obtained the shares of the Crown Hotel. It seems that he is really desperate.

Maybe next second.

They would see a bullet hole on Yi Beichuan's forehead, looking at them with blank eyes, and a pool of blood on the floor of the conference room.
however.

Yes, there is another however.

Everyone saw that Yi Beichuan's hand appeared in front of him, holding the bullet.

The entire set of actions takes no more than 0.1 seconds.

But Yi Beichuan blinked his eyes.

After all, he had never been shot.

Han Wenyue's eyes were red, and the expression that became crazy after being stimulated by El Beichuan instantly withered.

He glanced at the gun in his hand.

He glanced at the bullet in Yi Beichuan's hand again.

With a plop, he fell to his knees.

He no longer had the courage to fire a second shot.

Yi Beichuan walked to Han Wenyue, knelt down and patted his face with his hand, and said with a smile: "The first time you came to trouble me, it was your son who brought you."

Han Wenyue nodded in a daze.

"You said it's fine for him to deal with me, but why do you want to miss my girlfriend and sister? Now that he's lying on the plate, what do you, a father, think? Do you want to have a bite?" Yi Beichuan asked.

"No, I don't believe it! It's impossible." Han Wenyue shook his head desperately, overturned the dumplings on the plate, scattered them all over the floor, and still emitted a fragrance.

Yi Beichuan glanced at No. 3.

No. 3 took out a mobile phone, opened the photo album, clicked on the first video and placed it in front of Han Wenyue.

When Han Wenyue saw that it was his son on the screen in the video, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, he cried for a while and laughed for a while, and kept babbling words that Yi Beichuan couldn't understand, and the whole person went crazy.

"Number 3, check to see if he's really crazy." Yi Beichuan frowned slightly.

"Master, he was affected by emotions such as extreme fear, remorse, and self-blame, and he was completely insane, with no possibility of recovery." No. 3 said.

Yi Beichuan nodded and ignored Han Wenyue.

As the saying goes, when weeds are cut, the roots must be removed.

Han Wenyue's roots are gone, can he still live intact?
Mental pain is far more tormenting than physical pain.

Seeing his virtue, Yi Beichuan didn't bother to chop off his hand anymore, it was meaningless.

This makes sense.

No matter how heinous a person is, he may not have something he really cares about.

No matter whether it is a person or a target that you care about, after destroying it, the other party will lose the belief in living.

Yi Beichuan turned around, and the other shareholders who drank water all peed their pants.

The meeting room smelled of urine.

In the video, they could clearly hear the sound that Young Master Han made after his mouth was gagged until there was no movement.

"Do you need me to help you?" Elbechuan asked.

The only shareholder who didn't pee his pants gritted his teeth and picked up the machete.

"Wait a minute, shut your mouth, this is the food and beverage department, don't howl and scare away the customers who are eating." Yi Beichuan was very thoughtful, he was more ruthless because most of the time, the opponent would only obediently obey.

Simply put, they don't have a long memory.

There is no need to cause panic among unrelated people.

Except for the first one who was more kind, the rest of them all chose to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Yi Beichuan still gave the task of chopping hands to No. 3, because he didn't want to get blood all over him.

With Earthstar's current medical technology, going to the hospital to connect the severed limb in a short period of time basically has no effect.

The purpose is to let them remember the pain so that they will not have thoughts that they shouldn't have in the future.

of course.

If he wanted to be cheap, Yi Beichuan couldn't help it.

If that doesn't work, just send them back to the factory to be remade.

5 minute later.

Yi Beichuan walked out of the conference room, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and left the Crown Hotel with No. 3.

Although the night market is not far away, it is not close either.

So Yi Beichuan took a taxi and called Chen Yunting by the way.

When he arrived at the night market, Yi Beichuan threw down 20 yuan and jumped out of the car, and saw an old Taoist priest setting up a fortune-telling stall at the entrance of the night market.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a tattered Taoist uniform, with unwashed hair and yellow teeth. This scruffy appearance was comparable to that of Xie Youwei.

He also asks passers-by from time to time if they want fortune-telling. In this day and age, there are very few people who are superstitious. Everyone thinks he is a liar and keeps them at a respectful distance.

No, he stopped Yi Beichuan again.

"Young man, I see that your seal is black, I'm afraid your time is running out! Why don't you sit down and let the poor Taoist rescue you from the fire and water?" The old Taoist sat cross-legged on the ground, his face light and cloudless.

"Heh." Yi Beichuan was delighted. The person in front of him also said that the other person had good luck, and it was his turn to become Yintang. Time is running out?
The old Taoist was talking nonsense, but he pretended to be quite decent.

Yi Beichuan could tell at a glance that he had the energy fluctuations of a monk in the early stage of Qi training, but he didn't expect this guy to choose to be a charlatan.

"Don't laugh, I didn't make trouble with you." The old Taoist looked at Yi Beichuan seriously and said.

"Okay, then tell me." Yi Beichuan sat on the small chair at the veteran booth.

"Cough~um." The old Taoist coughed and stretched his chin towards the rags on the ground.

In addition to some words that ordinary people can't understand, there is also a fortune-telling of two hundred at a time.

Yi Beichuan took out his wallet and gave the old Taoist 200 yuan.

The night market was quite big, and he waited at the door for Chen Yunting and Tian Jia to come out for a few minutes. He was bored just to see if the old Taoist priest could name a flower.

It would be interesting to debunk him at the end.

"Hey." The old Taoist smiled and took the ticket and put it in his arms, and looked Yi Beichuan up, down, left, and right.

"Are you trying to say that I'm haunted by a ghost?" Seeing his appearance, Yi Beichuan asked.

"That's right, young man, you smell like blood. In your situation, it's easy for ghosts to follow you at night. If you don't handle it properly, not to mention you, even your family will suffer." The old man The Taoist priest took up the conversation, and the expression on his face seemed real.

Wait, how does he know what I'm going to say?
Could it be that there is really a ghost on him?

The old Taoist shuddered, he knew very well how much he weighed, and it was okay to deceive people. With his three-legged cat skills, he might not be able to deal with ordinary little ghosts, let alone ghosts.

"Well, I'll let you see what the ghost behind you looks like." Yi Beichuan pointed at the old Taoist's eyebrows, and with the help of his yin and yang eyes, he briefly opened his yin and yang eyes.

(End of this chapter)