Reborn in the Water Margin as emperor, built tanks to level the world

After Zhao Ji pretended to scold Lu Zhishen, he turned around and looked at the drinkers in the room:

"Sorry for disturbing everyone's drinking pleasure."

"I have some scattered silver coins here. If you don't mind, just take them all."

"It's not like I'm going to make amends for that guy."

As Zhao Ji spoke, he took out some scattered silver coins from his arms and distributed them to the disturbed drinkers.

When the drinkers saw this scene, the resentment in their hearts was reduced a lot.

At this moment, they all accepted Zhao Ji's silver coins, with broad smiles on their faces.

In this way, this embarrassing little incident was temporarily over.

When Zhao Ji finished paying out the silver and returned to Lu Zhishen's side, he found that Lu Zhishen was already talking to Wu Erlang very familiarly.

Whenever the mood strikes, they will even offer each other a bowl or two of wine.

At this moment, seeing Zhao Ji coming, Lu Zhishen grabbed Zhao Ji's arm and introduced Wu Erlang:

"Brother Wu Song, my brother's ability is as great as heaven."

"Especially when it comes to divination, it is as accurate as a ghost."

"It surprised me more than once."

"Brother Wu Song, since you are coming to Tokyo from Yanggu County on business this time, why not let me, my brother, take the test for you."

"Let's see if your coming here to do something this time will be auspicious or unlucky, will it be smooth sailing or full of obstacles?"

Zhao Ji smiled calmly at first, and then put his rather smart eyes on Wu Song.

But before he could say anything, Wu Erlang, who was sitting opposite, said carefully:

"Thank you Brother Zhishen for your kindness, but I, Wu Erlang, only believe in two things in my life."

"One is the law of our Song Dynasty."

"As for the second one, it's my Wu Song's fists."

"Other than that, there is nothing else that can convince me, Takejiro."

"As for the illusory art of fortune telling, I, Wu Song, have not believed in it since I was a child."

"So let's forget about it."

"Wouldn't it be nice if we had some time to drink a few more bowls of wine and talk about major events in the world?"

As Wu Song spoke, he shook his head and smiled.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the wine bowl in front of him and prepared to take a big sip.

But before the drink had even arrived, Zhao Ji's unhurried voice came from the other side:

"The reason why brothers Wu Song don't believe in the theory of divination is because they haven't met anyone who can predict it accurately."

"If one day, Wu Erlang, you meet the kind of person who has no plans..."

"I'm afraid, brother Erlang, you will believe those things more than others."

The smile on Wu Song's face grew stronger, and then he looked at Zhao Ji standing in front of him seriously:

"Is it possible that the young master standing in front of me is the one who has no plans left?"

"I see that you are not very young, but why do you speak so freely?"

"We are all mortals, so how can we acquire the art of immortality so easily?"

Zhao Ji looked at Wu Song with a playful expression:

"What if I really have such unpredictable abilities that I can predict your Wu Erlang's life and even your aftermath clearly?"

"so what?"

Wu Song smiled, very happily.

When the laughter subsided, Wu Erlang suddenly stretched out his hand, raised two fingers and pointed towards the baskets of cooking cakes stacked next to the counter in the distance:

"Did you see those baskets of cooking cakes?"

"If you are really that capable, Master, then I, Wu Song, will eat all the baskets of cooking cakes and make sure not to leave any behind!"

"If you don't have that ability, then you will disappear from my eyes from now on, so that I won't be bored when I see you as a boastful person."

Zhao Ji nodded frequently, his smile full of confidence:

"Since Brother Wu Song is so sure, I really want to give it a try."

"Give me just half a moment to do the math."

"In less than half an hour, I will be able to explain clearly what happened to Brother Wu Song in recent days, what I am concerned about, and what I am worried about."

After Zhao Ji said this, he slowly raised his right hand.

All four fingers press against the thumb in turn.

There are even more words in his mouth.

This little half-quarter of an hour passed by in a blink of an eye.

During this period, Na Lu Zhishen and Zhong Sijin, although they had been eating the food and wine in front of them, their eyes were always glancing at Zhao Ji intentionally or unintentionally.

Because both of them knew that Zhao Ji was very knowledgeable in this area.

Only Wu Song, after finishing his bet with Zhao Ji, turned his head towards the door.

While frequently raising a bowl to drink, he would also stuff a few pieces of beef into his mouth from time to time.

Although his eyes were calm, there would occasionally be a trace of inexplicable helplessness.

It wasn't until Lu Zhishen, who was sitting next to him, softly called Wu Song that Wu Erlang woke up from his daze.

But when he heard that Zhao Ji had already calculated some of the bad things he had encountered recently, Wu Song's brows suddenly tightened.

But before he could speak, Zhao Ji took the lead in starting a conversation:

"Brother Wu Song, what you have been through in recent days is really frustrating."

Zhao Ji sighed and looked at Wu Song with sympathy.

After lifting the wine bowl, he took a big gulp of wine with a look of helplessness on his face.

Somehow, when Wu Song saw Zhao Ji's expression, his heart pounded for no reason.

That feeling as if everything has been seen through by the other person, once it comes to mind, it can never go away.

But at this moment, he still didn't want the other party to see his panic:

"Since this young master has already figured it out, let's just tell him."

"Stop making excuses here."

Zhao Ji slowly sat on the chair and said in a voice that could only be heard by the four of them:

"Your sister-in-law has taken a liking to you."

"I not only want your appearance, but also your body."

"There was a time when I flirted with you verbally and even physically."

"Brother Wu Song, are what I said correct?"

As soon as Zhao Ji finished speaking, he heard a pop.

Looking around, he saw that his sister-in-law had already squirted out all the wine that had just been put into her mouth.

Fortunately, Wu Song, who was sitting opposite, reacted extremely quickly. Otherwise, he would have had to wash his face immediately.

After coughing like Jin for a long time, he knocked all the wine out of his throat.

But when she recovered, she said angrily to Zhao Ji:

"You, why are you like this?"

"You can bring the topic to that point no matter where you are, right?"

"Wujiro, after all, is a man of steel, but you actually talk about him like that!"

"How can you..."