Just as the two of them were about to touch their hands, they were knocked to the ground by someone, and they fell to the sky with their feet facing the sky, grinning.

\t "Oh, oh, oh, oh..." A fat man also fell to the next to the baseball cap. The man was quite wide and trembled the floor trembled three times. After falling down, he got up very neatly. After reaching out and pulling the baseball cap, he raised his legs very embarrassedly and cursed: "No wonder when he went out today, the hexagram showed that everything was unlucky and the shoelaces tripped."

\tThe hiking shoes on his feet loosened, and he probably fell down while stepping on his shoes.

\tThe time to fall was so good, and he knocked the cap off so by chance, which forced Yan Jiuzheng to pay attention to this person, especially this person has yellow skin.

\tIs it an enemy, a friend?

\tThis fat man is about 1.75 meters tall, weighs at least 180 kilograms, has a big beer belly, thick eyebrows and small eyes, big earlobes, and a very thick nose. In the eyes of orientals, this is a typical blessing.

\tA little bit like Maitreya Buddha.

\tThe baseball cap was hit hard by this sudden collision. The hand sprained, and the face was crooked. After standing up, he shook his hands wildly, and said with a wry smile: "It's okay, it's okay."

\tThis collision knocked away the short needle in his hand. His eyes were quickly searching on the ground. This thing could not be discovered, and when it was discovered, it exposed a weapon.

\tIt's a pity that he looked at it several times, and there was no needle on the ground.

\tThe needle is small and there are many people, so it is not easy to find. In addition, the fall just now, it may be difficult to throw it away quite far. This makes the cap a little depressed.

\t "Hello, my name is dongming, you can call me Dongming." The fat reporter named Dongming stretched out his hand toward the baseball cap. Although he spoke in English, the English was not very standard, and he could hear a strong accent of the Eastern power.

\tIt’s different now than before. In the past, when people from major Eastern countries went abroad, even if they were top artists, they would take another English name to integrate into the other party’s environment. The same is true in the journalist circle. As long as they are overseas journalists, they will have an exclusive English name. When publishing articles in publications, they will use their own English name.

\t Now it’s different. When big stars go overseas to walk the red carpet or attend events, they no longer take another English name, but directly use their own names. This is a reflection of the improvement of national strength of the Eastern power over the years, and it is the development of the country that has brought the people’s self-esteem. In the overseas journalist circle, more and more people no longer take another English name, but directly mark their Chinese names in English.

\tDong Ming, a foreigner reads Dong Ming's pronunciation.

\t "Dong Ming? Wow, you are Dong Ming." A blond woman walked over very enthusiastically when she heard this, stretched out her hand from afar, and showed a particularly bright smile.

\t "Wow! He is Dong Ming!"

\t"Who? He is Dong Ming?!"

\tAs the fat yellow-skinned reporter revealed that he was at the mountain gate, five or six female reporters came over and surrounded him enthusiastically. He was the one with the best relationship between girls in the audience.

\t "Who is Dong Ming? Why is it so popular?" Gu Miqing came to Yan Jiucheng and asked softly.

\t Although she also remembers many people's information, compared to Yan Jiuzheng's memory, it is naturally not the same level. During these ten years of war, the information of reporters who have visited the International Press Station has added up to thousands of people, not to mention that they have to remember agents from various countries.

\tGu Miqing really has no impression of the name Dong Ming and can't remember it anymore.

\t "I don't remember either." Lao Dian shook his head.

\tXuan Lin locked his eyebrows, recalled it hard, and seemed to think of something, saying, "It seems...yes...I saw this information, and I also remembered it specifically, yes..."

\t "Dong Ming, 36 years old, Chinese, has been here for reporting, no less than six times, but the report is not very famous and is in a routine business. This person is very popular with women because he is knowledgeable about metaphysics, can read palmistry and tell fortunes. In addition, the photos in the information you gave to Dong Ming were still photos from seven or eight years ago, and he was thinner at that time."

\t Yan Jiucheng almost didn't have to think, just like this person was his old friend for many years, his brain instantly read all the information about Dong Ming.

\t "Your brain is better than Xuan Lin's notebook." Lao Dian patted Yan Jiuzheng's shoulder with great admiration.

\tXuan Lin nodded in agreement and looked at Yan Jiucheng with great admiration. Although he had an impression of Dong Ming's information, he was not at the same level as Yan Jiucheng's memory.

\t "He has such an amazing memory, so amazing." Gu Miqing exclaimed in her heart, and a proud look on her face inadvertently. The kind of pride that a woman would show when she thinks her man is very powerful.

\t "Dong Ming, I heard that you are particularly good at fortune telling. Mysterious witchcraft from the East is true or false? Do you calculate it for me." The blonde reporter stretched out his hand.

\t "Do to me!"

\t "Yes, I heard that you can tell who is my true destiny by looking at the lines of people's palms. I can also calculate it for me!"

\tFor a moment, Dong Ming surrounded a group of women. He was very calm. He stretched out his hand and touched his stomach, showing a very meaningful smile: "Fortune telling is a thing, according to our orientals, we have to leave it to fate."

"Destiny?"

It is difficult to explain this to a group of Westerners, and they don’t understand.

But explaining this to a group of Westerners is simple, but they don’t understand it anyway.

"Well, I can only look at one person's fate a day. If I see too much, it won't work, and God will punish me." Dong Ming touched his stomach and said in a terrible way.

"A good way to pick up girls." Lao Dian subconsciously learned from him and touched his stomach.

"Oh, I have to meet our popular reporter Yan recently." Dong Ming walked out of the group of women, smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, and stretched out his hand towards Yan Jiucheng: "Hello, I am Dong Ming, a war correspondent in x Country."

"Hello." Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand.

This person is an enemy or a friend, it is unknown, but his appearance has attracted everyone's attention to him. It is not a bad thing to be careful.

"Do you understand metaphysics?" Yan Jiucheng smiled. He asked this sentence in English, but in Mandarin.

"It's a little bit to pick up girls." Dong Ming also responded in Mandarin, listening to the accent, like the accent of the southerners, and his local accent has not changed.

"Brother, did your name be chosen by your parents or changed it later. Knowing fortune telling is called Dong Ming, which is a coincidence." Lao Dian stretched out his hand to Dong Ming. He is the best person to make friends. He is not to make friends with Dong Ming, but to be the same as Yan Jiucheng thought: This person was too flamboyant to appear, and it is hard to say whether he was an enemy or a friend.

Let’s get in touch with each other first and then talk about it.

Lao Dian took a bottle of beer and handed it to him. It was strange. When Lao Dian opened his mouth, he seemed to be old friends.

If you want to be familiar with yourself, Lao Dian is really talented.

"I changed it later. My own name is Dong Jin." Dong Ming showed a disgusting expression and shook his head: "My grandfather came out during the War of Resistance Against Japan. He named me. At that time, our whole family had just gone abroad and had no money, so he exchanged gold for people. He named me Dong Jin."

Dong Jin took the wine handed over by Lao Diao and took a sip.

Yan Jiucheng saw it and looked at Gu Miqing for a moment.

Usually, trained people will not drink wine handed over directly by others. They will rub it with their sleeves or hands on the mouth of the bottle. The sleeves or palms will hide the potion, which can be a preliminary identification of whether there are poisons or other drugs in the wine.

This is the most basic action.

But Dong Jin did not act like this. He just took the opened wine bottle and took a few sips directly.

"What my name means is: one life, two fortunes, three Feng Shui, four accumulations of good deeds and five readings." Dong Ming shook his head and waved his hand: "The sentence of four accumulations of good deeds and five readings does not count. The most important thing is one life, two fortunes and three Feng Shui. I think, in this life, three things are the most important: fate, luck, and Feng Shui."

When talking about these things, Dong Ming looked like an expert.

A few yellow-skinned people gathered around, and a few people could understand some Chinese. After all, Chinese is also a very important language in the world now. With the rise of the Eastern powers, many people will systematically learn Chinese.

But it is not certain whether he can understand his words.

However, Dong Ming's speech was extremely infectious. When ordinary words came out of his mouth, it seemed as if he had given some kind of magic power, which made people listen to it with relish.

Lao Dian was fascinated by the hearing. He believed in these things himself, and even subconsciously spread his palms to look at his palm lines.

"One life, two fortunes, and three Feng Shui." Yan Jiucheng repeated it.

"Well, life, look, Sholk's death is fate. The bullet hit the wall, but it didn't hit him, but he actually hit the stone on the top. So, that day was his fate, and his luck ended his life." At the beginning of this paragraph, Dong Ming used English, and he no longer looked at Yan Jiucheng, but looked around.

Like a storyteller, everyone's eyes fell on him.

"Dong Ming, I heard that you have come here so many times, let alone eating bullets, and you haven't even exploded when driving out. Is it true or false?" asked a man aloud.

"It's impossible. Once this place goes out, it's easy to get slaughtered. He hasn't even passed it yet?"

"Well, I heard that he has come many times, and he doesn't say anything about his own people, and there is no problem with the car."

Dong Ming proudly raised his head among the crowd, took out a small fan from his pants pocket, and opened it with a snap. There was a Tai Chi Bagua diagram on the fan.

Mysterious.

"Yes, I have been to the war zone for eight years and have not been around six times. Although I stayed for a short time each time, I have never been injured. So is my car. As long as it carries my car, there are no bullets around it, and there are no nails, and the tires are good. By the way, my car has no scratches."

This is even more mysterious.

You should know that this time when Yan Jiucheng was driving, he was parked there and was scratched several times by a group of little ghosts, hitting a stone, and the body of the car ate a lot of bullets.

In the war zone, there were guns and bullets, people were fine, but cars were not damaged at all. This is really amazing.

"Yes, reporter Dong has come many times, and he has never had a fault in one time." The old man who came in with him who was in charge of all the chores of the reporter station, spoke, nodded repeatedly, and admired the magic.

"For example, when I see you..." Dong Ming stretched out his hand and pointed at Lao Dian: "I can discover a secret of you."
Chapter completed!