Rebirth 70: The Fat Wife is Turning Over

Old Man Sun limped away, and after exiting the alley, he saw his son and wife hiding behind the door of a large courtyard.

"Dad, did he give me money again?" the son asked immediately.

Old Man Sun hung his arms that were unnaturally bent. He suddenly felt sad and burst into tears.

"Money, money, money! You only know money! You don't even think of me as a father! I am your tool to make money!" Old Man Sun cried.

The gray-haired old man was dressed in rags and had tears streaming down his face. He looked miserable when he cried.

But Sun Gang was unmoved at all. He cried even more miserably than this when he was a child, and he never saw his father being gentle when he beat him!

That guy, beat him like an animal, use whatever you can pick up, a bench, an iron bar, a kitchen knife, beat him to death!

He didn't die because he had a great destiny! It’s not that his father showed mercy!

It is said that he has an older brother, but he doesn't have one.

His mother was also beaten by his father until she jumped into the river in despair.

Now there is no way for him to sympathize with him or even show him filial piety!

Sun searched him as soon as he came up and searched Old Man Sun inside and out. Except for the 100 yuan mentioned before, there was nothing extra.

"Why are you so stingy! I thought you were a big boss. Damn it, the richer you are, the stingier you get!" Sun Gang cursed and left with his wife, not caring about Old Man Sun behind him.

Old Man Sun saw it through the cracks in his eyes and cried even harder.

But he also knew that there was no point in crying. It would be useful soon.

"You have to treat me. I can't make money like this!" Old Man Sun chased after him.

...

Hua Zhao withdrew his gaze and realized that there must be something hateful about a pitiful person, so he should not meddle in his own business.

She also hid behind a family door, watching Master An lead the people out of the club, get in the car and drive away.

This small courtyard house with an area of ​​only about 100 square meters is hers...

She started early, and almost every alley in the capital has her properties, large or small.

It's more convenient now.

Master An and his group did not go far and returned to the place where they had settled not far from a house in Huazhao.

It's not far from here either.

Hua Zhao took two bodyguards and climbed several walls of his house before arriving at the place.

It's faster than Master An can drive back.

As soon as Master An entered the room, An Long and Anyang asked at the same time: "Did you succeed?"

Master An nodded.

"Ah sneeze!"

They both sneezed at the same time.

too excited.

"I, I, I, I, try, give it to me!" An Long said immediately.

Master An looked at the two of them.

Anyang didn't say anything, but he pressed his fingers hard on the armrest of the sofa.

She also wanted to "charge up", but she was inexplicably worried. Was it really so easy to succeed?

Although the target of the attack was Da Qin, not Hua Zhao.

"Master, tell me how you succeeded." Anyang said.

Master An didn't hide anything. He told him how he found the people, how he observed them, and how Old Man Sun succeeded.

He found the person through the connections here, otherwise he would not be able to find such a useful person if he was not familiar with the place.

Anyang heard that Hua Zhao appeared at that time, and immediately became more hesitant.

"Ah Sneeze! Dad, stop talking and give me some luck!" An Long said.

He was particularly convinced of his father.

Because he tried several times to steal other people's luck and put it on himself. During that time, he was very lucky. He won every bet, turned bad luck into good luck, and even picked up big diamond rings while walking!

There are no minor illnesses or disasters at all.

Once he accidentally got into a car accident and was sandwiched between two trucks. The car was turned into a pie, but he was fine!

From then on, when he had nothing to do, he asked his father to replenish his luck.

The method is also very simple. His father knows how to operate it. He only needs to know the birth date and horoscope of the person with strong luck, plus the flesh and blood of the other person.

Of course, the more flesh and blood you have, the more you can grab.

Now this little bit...is it enough for him to stop sneezing?

Master An asked Anyang: "Do you know Liu Qin's birthday and horoscope, right?"

Anyang nodded: "I remember, September 20, 1970, around 4 p.m."

Hua Zhao, who was eavesdropping from a distance, was stunned.

This date is indeed Daqin's birthday, but it's just the birthday in the household registration book.

Zhang Guilan doesn't know exactly when Daqin was born...

Zhang Guilan remembered Hua Zhao's birthday. It was her first child, and her husband also valued it. The couple looked forward to the birth.

I remember my birthday and horoscope clearly.

Later, when Zhang Guilan remarried and gave birth to Dawei, she still remembered the date.

But starting from Xiaowei, life became more and more difficult. She lived in confusion every day, one day at a time.

The day of the month and the day of the week have nothing to do with her.

Anyway, she doesn’t take a break 365 days a year, so the days when she gets paid have nothing to do with her. Her mother-in-law will help her get her wages.

She remembered that it was probably in autumn, when the weather started to get colder, and then in the afternoon, because she was working in the unit, after lunch, it suddenly started and she was born directly in the unit.

When it was time to apply for household registration, people asked about the date, and Zhang Guilan casually guessed one.

The same goes for several other children's birthdays.

She was too embarrassed to tell anyone else, including her children and outsiders. She had only talked about it endlessly to Hua Zhao.

Now it's not surprising that Anyang can tell Hua Zhao the date of birth on Liu Qin's household registration. This is not a secret. You will know it after checking.

It's just that at four o'clock in the afternoon... Zhang Guilan rarely mentioned it to outsiders, because she was also kept in the dark, and others didn't ask or tell.

Anyang said so definitely...

Master An nodded with satisfaction and said: "Then I will give it to your senior brother this time. Don't worry, these people I have found are capable of playing rogue. That Liu Qin is also an ordinary person. Let them come to her door next time to trouble her, and she will get More flesh and blood will come back for you to use."

When things come to a close, your own son is the dearest.

Anyang understood very well that her biological parents treated her like that, let alone this selfish ghost who only wanted to get more benefits from her.

"You all listen to Master." She said obediently.

Master An was also very satisfied with her sensibleness. He nodded and called his son to go back to the room with him.

Anyang gave a sneer and waited at the door.

In the room, Master An burned incense and bathed, and then began to draw talismans.

Hua Zhao couldn't understand it at all. He only saw that he had to scrap three drawings before getting one he was satisfied with. Then he wrote Daqin's birth date on the back of the talisman paper.

An Long was holding a stick of burning incense devoutly. Master An lit the talisman paper on the incense and threw it into a delicate plate containing skin and blood.

Strange to say, the small yellow paper actually burst into flames, and the little bit of flesh and blood seemed to have been sprayed with alcohol. A ball of white fire suddenly burst out, and instantly burned into a wisp of white smoke, followed by the incense. A wisp of green smoke went straight to An Long.

Master An's eyes widened instantly and he shouted: "Not good!"

People with strong luck can never be pale white smoke! This is the color that only the weakest people will have!

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