Chapter 255 (1/2)
”Write a word on the table.” Hearing that customers are not destiny, but luck and accurate time, Chen blind thought, ”are you here to smash the market?”
Who is the blind man who knows? You don't know what to do if you don't ask me for fortune telling!
However, he could not help pinching his fingers and putting on an old nagging look.
After all, you can't lose your style anyway. I'll count if you dare to come!
”Well.” Zhuang Shikai nodded, put his finger on the table and wanted to write a word. But for a time, I couldn't think of anything to write, so I just wrote a handsome word, which was somehow in line with his style.
After Zhuang Shikai finished writing the word ”handsome”, he stared into the old blind man's eyes and said, ”Mr. Chen, the word is written.”
Although character measurement has always been a very powerful divination method, Zhuang Shikai was curious about how blind people measure characters? Can he see the words?
The old blind man moved his ears, stretched out his palm, opened his mouth and said, ”five years!”
”I'm sure I can be transferred back to the police station within five years.”
Zhuang Shikai looked at the old blind man's five open fingers. Nodded thoughtfully, ”thank you, Mr. Chen.”
He took out a Hong Kong dollar and put it on the table. Then he turned and left the Tin Hau Temple.
When the old blind man heard the footsteps go away, he touched a Hong Kong note with his hand and smiled: ”fortunately, I heard you write five paintings, otherwise I don't know how to deceive you.”
”Five years is good, five years is good.. hey hey, see if you remember this thing in five years. Are you in the mood to trouble me... Maybe you'll be on the street in five years.”
”Eh?”
”Big water pipe!”
”So rich, next time you come to me to see feng shui, I won't deceive you!”
The old blind man folded the Hong Kong Banknotes silently and stuffed them into his trouser belt. When he heard someone coming in again, he immediately restored his serious expression.
I'm a regular again.
Listen to the voice and you know it's the short fat man.
……
”Zhuang sir, I'm in trouble.” Half a month later, when the Flying Tigers were stationed, John came to Zhuang Shikai with a document.
Zhuang Shikai is wearing a training suit and is supervising the training of the team members.
When he heard John's anxious voice, he immediately grabbed the baton, turned and asked, ”Sir, is it a mission?”
During this half month, the selection of Chinese within the police force has been completed.
More than 200 Chinese police officers were newly selected by the police force. After three-tier assessment, there were 18 Chinese police officers left.
After the 18 Chinese police officers were admitted, they carried out a month long training of the Flying Tigers.
As a senior officer, Zhuang Shikai certainly does not need to lead these new players. He is now conducting daily training in two teams under his opponent.
Those new team members will naturally be assigned to other commanders after the training, and they don't need him to worry at all.
John heard Zhuang Shikai's inquiry and handed the document in his hand to Zhuang Shikai: ”no! Not a mission! But a joint urban anti-terrorism exercise invited by the US military! ”
”Well?” Zhuang Shikai frowned, took the folder, opened it, then quickly merged and preached loudly.
”Fight!”
”Since the US military wants to test our guns, is it fast enough! We'll shoot him and show him! ”
”All the Flying Tigers gather!”
Zhuang Shikai picked up the silver flute around his neck, Didi Didi, and sounded the flute.
The Flying Tigers who were training in the mud quickly got up and rushed to the front of the commander.
John looked at the look of Zhuang Shikai and the flying tigers, and suddenly his heart was cold: ”Zhuang Sir really did what he said!”
”I'm not afraid of the U.S. Army recording black accounts! Take the flying tigers and the US Army! ”
Then John took a deep breath and said aloud, ”Zhuang sir, you must be careful when you go abroad.”