The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

In the live broadcast room, Sang Feiwan has already started to calculate the second fortune of the night.

The two who appeared in the live broadcast room were a father and son. One was in his twenties, and the other was in his fifties.

My father was still muttering beside me: "Hey, I didn't steal or rob, I just sold a few pairs of socks, why did you report it to the Internet? Although 50 yuan for a pair of socks is a bit expensive, the price was set by the buyer, and I didn't force him to buy or sell!"

[50 bucks for a pair of socks? Ugh, I can only afford five bucks socks.]

[If it is from a specialty store, a few dozen yuan is nothing, and there are also socks that cost hundreds of yuan a pair. ]

[But this uncle doesn’t look like he runs a specialty store, he looks more like a migrant worker.]

At this time, the son spoke up: "My dad doesn't sell branded socks, but smelly socks he has worn. I just heard about this recently, and it seems strange no matter how I think about it."

Netizen Xiao Guo’s father, named Lao Guo, is a genuine migrant worker.

One day more than a month ago, Lao Guo worked a day on the construction site. When he got off work, he was full of sweat.

His feet were particularly smelly, and once he took off his shoes, the whole room was filled with an indescribable odor.

Even the workers in the next bed joked with him: "Old Guo's foot odor can be smelled from several sheds away."

Lao Guo smiled and said, "My feet have been smelly since I was a child, and they are even more smelly after working all day. I'm going to go out and wash my socks!"

Another worker suddenly stopped him and said, "I heard there's a woman nearby who specializes in collecting stinky socks, and she likes the ones with particularly strong odors. Lao Guo, do you want to try? She charges 50 yuan for a pair!"

Lao Guo was very surprised: "What? I've only heard of collecting waste cardboard and old home appliances, but I've never heard of anyone collecting stinky socks. And 50 yuan a pair? I bought these socks for only 10 yuan for 5 pairs!"

The worker said, "It's true! I tried selling my socks before, but they thought the smell wasn't strong enough, so they refused to buy them after two attempts. You can try it, they're only 50 yuan a pair!"

Lao Guo held up his stinky socks, full of confusion: "What use are my stinky socks? They are useless except that they stink!"

The worker said, "I don't know... maybe he has a quirk? People with quirks like to smell, so the stinkier the better?"

Although Lao Guo didn't understand, but thinking of the 50 yuan, he decided to give it a try and found a buyer based on the address given by his co-worker.

The buyer was a woman in her 40s. She looked normal and paid for the socks happily.

A few days later, the woman contacted Lao Guo again, saying that she was very satisfied with the smelly socks and could supply them for a long time.

So, in the next month or so, Lao Guo sold the smelly socks he wore all day for 50 yuan every day.

Apart from the 2 yuan cost of buying socks, he can earn 48 yuan for each pair of socks. For migrant workers like Lao Guo, this is like picking up money for free.

Recently, Lao Guo’s son came to visit his father and was also very puzzled after hearing about this.

Having tasted the sweetness, Lao Guo shook his socks and said with a smile:

"There are all kinds of weird people in this world, with all kinds of fetishes! Who knows, there might be someone who likes to smell a man's stinky socks, and the stronger the smell, the better!"

However, his son Xiao Guo felt something was wrong the more he thought about it, so he opened his phone to search if there was anyone who had the habit of smelling stinky socks.

As a result, I found a news report which roughly said that a man took off his socks and put them to his nose to smell them, which resulted in a serious fungal lung infection.

Xiao Guo was shocked and felt that this matter was very serious.

What if the female buyer really holds her father's stinky socks in her arms and smells them every day, and something happens to her, wouldn't they also be jointly liable?

Lao Guo didn't take it seriously: "It's not like I haven't smelled my own stinky socks before, and it's nothing! How can it be related to fungal infection? Besides, the female buyer is fine, nothing happened to her! I'm just selling socks, you don't need to make a fuss about it."

After thinking about it, Xiao Guo was still a little worried, so he connected to Sang Feiwan's live broadcast room, hoping to resolve the doubts in his mind.

"Anchor, why on earth did that person buy my dad's stinky socks? Will anything happen?"

[Uh, after listening to this, I always feel like the smell of Lao Guo’s stinky socks has drifted into my house through the screen. ]

[Strange, I suggest Lao Guo stop selling smelly socks and give me the contact number of the female buyer. My socks also smell bad.]

[Cold knowledge: Smelling stinky socks can really lead to fungal infections, which can be fatal. So whether it’s someone else’s socks or your own, don’t smell them! ]

[My husband always lets me smell his stinky socks, I want to beat him to death! ]

Sang Feiwan looked at Lao Guo's face, frowned, and then counted with her fingers. After learning the truth, she was a little speechless.

"The woman who buys stinky socks doesn't do it for herself. She actually collects them for others, and then puts them in some other women's socks to taint the smell."

"Strictly speaking, they are not buying socks, but the smell..."

There are indeed many people with special fetishes in this world, and there is profit as long as there is demand.

As a result, some businesses selling original underwear and original socks were born.

The sellers claim that the items are worn by little girls, but in fact many of them are fake.

For example, original socks are made by dyeing women’s silk stockings and socks with strong odors together. After being dyed, they are sold to buyers with special needs.

After the buyer received the item, he smelled a faint odor of foot odor on it, which started to make him imagine a lot.

Who would have thought that the source of the smell on the socks was a migrant worker in his fifties?

After listening to Sang Feiwan's story, netizens were all disgusted:

[Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!]

[Looking at the midnight snack I just packed, I thought of my stinky socks...yue~ Can I still eat this midnight snack? ]

[Anchor, are you telling the truth? Yue~ I want to vomit! Unscrupulous merchants, so disgusting, I want to complain! ]

[What are you complaining about? Are you the real buyer? ]

[Uh...are there really people who buy original socks? ]

【I want to know what original underwear is made of? 】

[Will it be a defense with some yellow smears, and then...]

[Stop talking, I'm going to vomit! ]

It was really disgusting, and Sang Feiwan even felt a little disgusted, so after quickly resolving this matter, he immediately connected with the last netizen of the night.

The last lucky netizen’s online name is “Sister Li”.

Sister Li is about forty years old, with a weather-beaten face, and looks much older than her actual age.

The straightforward Sister Li came up to Sang Feiwan and said, "Host, please save my daughter. She suddenly went crazy. At 12 o'clock in the evening, she stripped herself naked and said some obscene words. I really have no other choice, so I came to you for help!"

Sang Feiwan checked the time and said, "There's still time. Please tell me the details first."

Sister Li wiped her tears and said, "It's embarrassing to talk about this, but there's nothing I can do. If this continues, my daughter will be ruined..."