As the afternoon gets closer, more and more people stay in the commercial street.

Many people are in a hurry, and they don’t even stop and take a look at the dazzling array of shops in the commercial streets.

Du Feng didn't plan to leave immediately. It was fun and fun, except for walking the street to see people, there seemed to be nothing more interesting than it.

People who are in a hurry, are mixed with men, women, old and young. They are beautiful, ugly, handsome and evil under the eyes of people and can no longer hide. It seems that with reference objects, anything can be seen at a glance.

Seeing Du Feng moving slowly, Yang Junhao quickly understood what he meant: "Uncle Feng, what you mean is not just wandering around here, right? You can't afford to buy good things, just wandering around. Isn't it right?"

Du Feng nodded gently: "I originally wanted to go to an interesting place after dinner, but now it seems impossible. We need to save money to take a bus home."

"Oh! Our funding budget is too small, and a thousand dollars is reasonable." Yang Junhao couldn't help but be depressed.

"Actually, shopping and watching people is not an interesting thing. In the crowd, Junhao, what can you see through?" Du Feng looked at the dense crowd in front of him and asked with deep meaning.

Yang Junhao looked forward, stared at him for a half-minute, turned his head and replied, "You can see the difference between the old and the young, and you can see the beauty."

"Beauties are no longer luxury goods to you. As for the difference between old and young, what do you understand?" Du Feng said with a smile.

"People will grow old, but young people look more energetic. If they get older, they seem to have lost a lot of things. There are not many good times left for them in this world." Yang Junhao sighed.

"That's just your one-sided view. When you are in a wealthy family, you will naturally regard your life as extremely precious. But there are many people who actually live like walking zombies and there is no good time at all." Du Feng sighed, just like him, life is boring, and when it cannot be changed, they can only continue with life without any interest.

Yang Junhao obviously would not agree with his words: "Uncle Feng, this should be your idea. I think everyone likes and enjoys life except for you, an extremely unoptimistic person."

"Is that true? There is indeed a problem with your knowledge and cognition. You have too little knowledge of ordinary life. If you can often walk here when you are fine, you will find that people with poor and noble eyes can immediately see it. It is not just the clothes and dress that show the rich and poor, but even the pace and attitude of walking can tell whether this person is successful." Du Fengtaotao said endlessly that he is a sentimental person, and it is very common for him to have this feeling.

Yang Junhao smiled slightly. He believed in Du Feng in many aspects, but he would never agree with his attitude towards life.

In the simplest example, Yang Junhao immediately signaled Du Feng to look to the right. There were three or five big belly men, each of whom had a smile on his face, but the smile made people feel uncomfortable. He walked shakingly, like a crab strolling.

"Uncle Feng, are you talking about these guys also rich people? They are obviously gangsters, but aren't they very confident in their lives?" Yang Junhao found the example and smiled.

"Their lives are worthless and there is nothing to say!" Du Feng disgusted this crowd from the bottom of his heart. The big men had nothing to do all day long, and only knew to wander around with a wallet and find a merchant that was easy to bully to ask for some protection fees for them to squander. Such people are purely borers and the most boring group.

"Okay!" Yang Junhao wiped his sweat. No one could understand Du Feng's world.

"Uncle Feng, then what do you think? When you see so many people, whether they are poor or rich, or old or young, in short, people of all kinds, what do you think among these people?" Yang Junhao asked back.

"I think I am the same as them, they are just a grain of sand in the sea of ​​people. They are strangers when they are alive, but after they die, they are still strangers. No one knows each other. As you said before, none of them looks familiar." Du Feng lit a cigarette and took a sip.

"There are some contradictions. You said before that friends are not necessary, and there are very few who are sincere, and there is no meaning except for wine and meat. Now I sigh that there are too few people I know, haha!" Yang Junhao grabbed the handle of the words, and Du Feng seemed to have hedging verbally.

"You are wrong! I didn't want to know them. I mean, since you can't know many people, let many people know you. One day when you die, people will know you are dead. A famous person will not die without a living." Du Feng slowly moved forward as the crowd, not knowing what happened before, and his usual pace became extremely slow.

"Being recognized by others seems to be more difficult than meeting many people! If we don't take the initiative to meet people, how could we be recognized by others?" Yang Junhao said in confusion.

"It's very simple to be recognized by others! Look ahead!" Du Feng noticed what was happening in front through the crack.

The noisy sounds, the ducklings kept their voices, and they cursed and roared, and there was no other explanation except for conflicts.

There are many people watching, and the Chinese are just so entertaining and lively. Since ancient times, this fine style has not changed.

"Go and take a look!" Du Feng squeezed into the crowd, and Yang Junhao also squeezed in very difficult times.

The crowd formed a circle of about ten meters in diameter. In the middle of the circle, the men who had just stepped on the crab were punching and kicking a man on the ground.

It was impossible to tell why, but the man was beaten up by four or five strong men and had no power to fight back.

There were more and more onlookers, and the strong men seemed to be more rampant. There was a group of onlookers, which was tantamount to them as a free cheering crowd.

"How are you! Still want to run away? Do you think I can't catch you?" A strong man punched a few times and stood on one side, allowing others to continue to commit violence. It was obvious that he was the leader of these five people.

"Brother Qiang, I'm wrong, I'm wrong! I don't mean to hide. I'm just too nervous recently and can't take out so much!" The man's body was very thin compared to them, and he couldn't even withstand any heavy punch.

"When are you not busy with your hands? My ears are so calloused that I hear this! Do you think I am a fool?" The strong man was unwilling to forgive him, and the man's reply made him even more angry.

"No! Two hundred thousand, Brother Qiang, that's not a small amount, I really can't take it out." The man burst into tears, and the tyranny of several strong men made him unable to bear the pain in his body.

"How long have I given you? How long have I been relaxed? If you don't have money, don't borrow it from others! If you don't have money, don't gamble!" Brother Qiang sneered repeatedly, pointed at the man's forehead and cursed.

Now it sounds like I understand that the man who was beaten lent Brother Qiang’s money, which seemed to be a debt owed on the gambling table, or it might be the gambling money that Brother Qiang lent to him. In short, the two parties are the relationship between the creditor and the borrower.

There are many people in the streets and alleys, and they travel around teahouses all day long, gathering people to gamble, and there are few villains in the place, but gambling funds can often scare people. Like the person in front of him who owes 200,000 gambling funds, it is definitely a small amount.

"I'm preparing. I'll give me a few more days, and I will pay it back a lot!" The man's head was bleeding and could not do anything except begging for mercy.

There were more and more people watching, but they did nothing but watching the fun.

Go in and stop the atrocities? It is obviously a stupid act, confronting these rogues? That is the fool's way.

No one asked a question, just watched silently, not even calling the police.

These people are well-known here and are said to have something to do with the police. Those who call the police are very likely to be retaliated against, and the police will only turn a blind eye.

"How is it? Do you want people to know each other? There must be at least 300 onlookers in this place now. If you show off, you will be recognized by at least 300 people immediately. In fact, being recognized is that simple!" Du Feng laughed in a low voice to Yang Junhao beside him.

Yang Junhao had already seen the righteous indignation in Tianyong, but after hearing Du Feng's teasing, he still shook his head gently: "Uncle Feng, what is this? This is asking for trouble."

"You are right! If you help, you must have your own ability, otherwise you must not show off, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable. Let's go!" Du Feng pushed him, but he did not feel like he would continue to watch. There were too many such scenes.

Du Feng squeezed out of the crowd again, and Yang Junhao looked very bad as he followed him.

There were bursts of screams in the circle. The man no longer cared about anything and cried bitterly: "Brother Qiang! Can you just give me a few more days of grace? I was wrong. I was really wrong! Woo woo woo woo!"

The crying was earth-shaking. A man could cry so sadly, so heartbroken.

"Uncle Feng, are you willing to help him?" Yang Junhao was unable to rescue him, but he knew Du Feng's ability and was more than enough to deal with those gangsters.

"Why should I help him?" Du Feng said with a smile.

"It can be known to many people! People will remember you, a heroic character. I really like that feeling, but I can't do anything about it!" Yang Junhao said longingly.

In his mind, he imagined that if it were him, if he walked into the crowd and beat the scoundrels and rescued the man, many people would definitely look up at him like a real god. That feeling would be very cool.

"There are many kinds of people being recognized. One is to go in to save people like now. You may be recognized in a short time, but you will soon be forgotten. Your initial motivation no longer exists. On the contrary, you will cause trouble. For the sake of temporary glory, I don't know if it is worth it! The second type is that you have long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Many people just look up to you when they see your name. That is a state of mind, such as celebrities and world rich people. They are examples of success!" Du Feng said calmly while smoking.

"But that person is really miserable. I see that he is handsome and looks like he is not a vicious person. If so many onlookers have no help, will he make him passive and lazy from now on?" Yang Junhao is very kind-hearted.

Du Feng laughed and patted his shoulder: "Sometimes, if you have the ability, you have to go and save it! If you save someone just to have other ideas, then you will be so tired of living! Let's go!"

Du Feng squeezed into the crowd again, and Yang Junhao was filled with joy and hurriedly followed.
Chapter completed!