Urban Feng Shui Master

Chapter 420 Ticket Dealer

Since Zeng Yifan and Tang Yi were more eye-catching, Xiao Lang decided to let them wait in the corner of the ticket hall of the station, while he and Mo Rufeng queued up to buy tickets, choosing the nearest train to that city.

Although the West Railway Station is not the main passenger flow point, the ticket office here also sells tickets for other stations, and just in time for the ticket sales peak, there are more people in the ticket office than in the entire station.Xiao Lang squeezed for a long time, but the line in front of him still looked so long.

"Hey, hey, friend, where are you going?" While queuing up, a cunning guy approached Xiao Lang.

Xiao Lang pushed his glasses, and took a look at that person. He was short in stature, sallow, and looked like he was not getting enough sleep. He seemed to be a ticket dealer.

"Do you have a ticket? Four tickets are required." Xiao Lang gave the place name with an honest look on his face.

Seeing Xiao Lang's appearance, the ticket dealer thought that the business was on the way. He took out a stack of train tickets from various places in his arms like a magic trick, fanned them, licked his fingers, and picked out four exactly to go to. A ticket for that city.

"Two hundred and twenty tickets, four tickets for a total of [-]." The ticket dealer bared his big yellow teeth and said, "Seeing that you are an honest person, I will give you a discount, let's count it as [-]."

The price on the face of the ticket was [-], and the ticket dealers raised the price a lot when they sat on the ground. This is obviously a way of taking advantage of the fire.

"It's too expensive." Xiao Lang adjusted his glasses, shook his head and said, "I'd better line up."

The ticket dealer rolled his eyes: "There are still hundreds of people ahead, and you probably won't have a ticket until you get in line."

That's right, the queue in front of Xiao Lang was so long that he couldn't see the end. According to this speed, he would not be able to line up in two hours.

"Can it be cheaper." Xiao Lang finally let go, "I don't have much money on me."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of scattered banknotes from his pocket, and counted them casually.

"Oh, it's hard to be a good person." The ticket dealer sighed, pretending to be annoyed, "Eight hundred and four, I earn hard money, and I won't sell it at any lower price."

Coincidentally, the stack of money in Xiao Lang's hand happened to be eight hundred and forty-four, and it even included steel coins and dime notes.The two paid the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other, the ticket dealer smacked his lips, picked up the money and slipped into the crowd.

"Eight hundred and four." Xiao Lang squeezed the ticket and expressed emotion, "No one can trick me like this."

Putting away the train tickets, Xiao Lang squeezed out of the crowd, but he was not in a hurry to meet Zeng Yifan and Tang Yi, but stayed near an inconspicuous no-smoking sign.

"The ticket is in hand." Mo Rufeng rushed to him from one place, "There is a bus in four or ten minutes, your friend is very helpful."

He also held four train tickets in his hand, but the destination marked on them was different from the one Xiao Lang bought just now.After receiving the train ticket, Xiao Lang took out the four tickets he bought from the ticket dealer from his pocket, and whispered something in Mo Rufeng's ear.

"Their speed is really fast." Mo Rufeng nodded, "Okay, I'll do it now."

Before he finished speaking, the person disappeared like a gust of wind.

"Eight hundred and eight, eight hundred and eight kuns are the land." Xiao Lang pinched the ticket in his hand and smiled, "A villain is a villain, and even the quotation is inadvertently revealing sinister."

What he was talking about was the first quotation from the ticket dealer, eight is Kun, and eight is "Kun is Earth". This is a hexagram of pure yin.

You are in a hurry, and for no apparent reason, someone comes to you, which is somewhat strange.

What's more, Xiao Lang wasn't really queuing up to buy tickets, he was just waiting for someone, who made him feel uncomfortable.

From the moment he entered the ticket office, Xiao Lang felt that something was wrong nearby, but the other party's feeling was very strange, which made him elusive.

He quietly arranged for Mo Rufeng to go to the station to find his acquaintances to help him get tickets, while he lined up carelessly in the queue to attract attention.Although he can't be sure whether his feeling is correct or not, he must be cautious at this time.

Sure enough, the ticket dealer came up and opened his mouth with an offer that alerted him. It seemed that someone was indeed following him.

The "quantity" in Zeng Yifan's body has completely disappeared, and Xiao Lang and the other three have been hiding it very well. Who is so powerful?

Of course, no matter how well it is hidden, if you encounter a tracking master, you will inevitably leave something behind.Therefore, Xiao Lang was very energetic from beginning to end.

Regarding Xiao Lang's train of thought, the ticket dealer must have no knowledge, otherwise he would not have rushed over there to ask for credit and reward.

Leaving the ticket office, the ticket dealers turned three or four corners in the station, and made two ticket sales along the way.His eyes kept looking behind intentionally or unintentionally, and seeing that there was no suspicious person following him, he boldly got into a coffee shop by the station.

Turn right after entering the door, and sitting on the seat by the window is a short, fat man with beard and many pockmarks on his face.However, his hands are so white and delicate that they don't match his whole body at all.

"Third Master." The ticket dealer greeted flatteringly, and sat down beside him, "I've done what you said."

As he spoke, he took out the stack of tickets from his bosom, picked out one from the inside, and pointed to the place name on it: "They are going to this place."

"Okay, you're doing well, kid." The short, fat man squinted his eyes and said, "Get me three too."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, the ticket dealer was a bit reluctant, but he still drew three tickets and handed them over.

"Isn't it a lot of black money to sell that ticket just now?" The short and fat man squinted at him, "I didn't let you bleed much."

"I only made two hundred, and I lost four hundred and four every time I entered and exited." The ticket dealer muttered, "If I knew it, I would have insisted on eight hundred and eight."

He just complained, but the short and fat man's face suddenly changed, and he didn't take the ticket, and grabbed the ticket dealer by the collar.

The ticket dealer didn't pay attention, and as soon as he picked it up, the whole person passed by. The short and fat man didn't care what the guests next to him thought, he just reached out and took out the ticket dealer's pocket, causing the big and small tickets to be scattered all over the floor.

In the eyes of the short and fat man, some of the coins were particularly eye-catching, and they were the pile of change that Xiao Lang paid the ticket dealer.

"How much did you fucking pay?!" the chunky man asked with red eyes.

"Eight...one hundred and eight..." The ticket dealer was so frightened that his soul flew out of his wits, his voice trembling all the time, "That was the initial quotation."

Hey, the short and fat man raised his hand like a slap in the ear, his face was livid, like the manhole cover on the side of the road.

"You are such a fucking idiot." The short and fat man cursed viciously, and he left the ticket dealer there without paying the bill, got up and hurried to the door.

This short and fat man is Yun San who followed the trail all the way.Although Yuan Gang was not by his side, he had learned a little bit of divination over the past few days.It's a pity that things were ruined by this ticket dealer.

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(End of this chapter)