Feng Mang

Chapter 61: evil force

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The next day, Wang Zhongding went on a business trip again. This time he was invited to attend the Leaders Summit and a series of related social activities. It would take at least a week.

And Han Dong, the scourge, was also assigned by Feng Jun to his new manager - Ji Tao.

"I hope that when Mr. Wang comes back, he can see an artist who fully meets the aesthetic requirements of the company. The time is short and the task is arduous. You have to worry a lot these days." Feng Jun patted Ji Tao on the shoulder and said.

Ji Tao nodded, "I understand."

"Especially those crooked ways and superstitious thoughts in his mind must be completely eradicated! This is the most unbearable thing for Mr. Wang. If you can't change everything else, you can't talk about it!"

Ji Tao's eyes were firm, "As long as it is in my hands for a day, there is absolutely no possibility of him pretending to be a ghost."

"I'm relieved when you say that."

Seeing Ji Tao, Han Dong seemed to see Wang Zhongding's "Chinese version". The so-called "Sinicized version" means that the personality is exactly the same as Wang Zhongding except that it does not have Wang Zhongding's foreign style.

On the first day of the training, Ji Tao invited a professor who has been engaged in the propaganda work of "exposing superstition and promoting science" for many years.

"I ask you, boy, what do you think of superstition?"

Without even thinking about it, Han Dong said, "We must get rid of superstition."

The professor doesn't understand a bit, isn't there nothing wrong with this person? Inquiring eyes turned to Ji Tao, Ji Tao raised his chin to signal him to continue, Han Dong's words were absolutely unbelievable.

The professor turned his gaze back to Han Dong's face, "Since you are not superstitious, why are you still keen on fortune-telling?"

"Are the two contradictory? How do you know that fortune-telling is superstitious?"

The professor said: "There is no scientific basis for fortune-telling, what is it if it is not superstition?"

"Who said fortune-telling has no basis? Fortune-telling is a method for professionals to analyze a person's life fortune based on the horoscope of his birth date and infer his good or bad fortune. Listen carefully, it is a professional, not a charlatan. It is analysis and prediction, not Jump to conclusions. The statement that 'fortune-telling is a superstition' itself is a kind of superstition, so don't confuse people here?"

Ji Tao's face changed, but out of respect for the professor, he didn't interrupt.

"I'm superstitious? Do I deceive the public?" The professor almost lost his temper.

Han Dong had a natural expression, "Yes, it's you! What is superstition? Superstition refers to people's blind trust and worship of things. How did superstition arise? It is because people's cognitive ability is relatively large compared to the huge unknown space. It is limited. When encountering unsolvable problems, unfounded guesses and inferences will be produced. Then let me ask you, do you know what wealth, official, and seal are, good luck, gods and evil spirits? Do you understand horoscope numerology? Have you read "Human Biorhythmology", "Zhou Yi Shang's Study", "Geographical Dialectics"? If you don't understand anything, you think fortune-telling is superstitious. Isn't this a kind of superstition? I say you are delusional Is everyone wrong?"

The professor made Han Dong speechless.

Ji Tao called the professor outside, and while calming his emotions, he said: "This man has a tricky mouth and lies, you can't beat him, just show the truth!"

A few minutes later, two extras entered the classroom. One is dressed in Taoist robes and a black gauze hat, shaking his head while walking, muttering in his mouth: "Scientific fortune-telling, cure diseases and eliminate evil; predict disasters and fortunes, turn bad luck into good luck..." The other is hunched over and hobbled, playing the role of a sick man. old lady.

With a small cigarette in his mouth, Han Dong looked at them cheerfully.

Old lady: Da Xian'er, can you tell fortunes and ask divination divinations to ward off disasters

Daxian'er: Sincerity makes spirit! It's clear once you do the math! If the calculation is accurate, give an incense; if the calculation is not accurate, no money will be taken.

Old lady: Recently, I often have chest tightness, nausea and dizziness.

Daxian'er: (serious expression) You are haunted by snake spirits, if you don't get rid of them, your life will be in danger!

Old lady: (panicked) Daxianer, help me quickly!

Da Xian'er: (closes eyes and reads) Chi Lian Snake Spirit is really abominable, there are many troubles caused by monsters! When I come to bring down the snake essence, where can I hide when I show my original shape? (Takes out a blank sheet of paper from his pocket) Look, there's nothing on it.

"Wait a minute!" Han Dong interrupted suddenly, walked straight in front of the two of them, took the white paper in Da Xian'er's hand, "Okay, let me help you!" Sprayed water on it, and told Da Xian'er , "The snake came out, next time use more colorless powder, look at the snake's tail is broken."

Daxian'er and the old lady looked at each other, should this play continue

Han Dong complained helplessly, "It's an old story from hundreds of years ago, and you still have the face to move it up? Who is your screenwriter? Call him over! If you want to preach, make up something that children love to watch!"

After finishing speaking, Han Dong grabbed a red flower from the potted plant next to him, took a glass bottle, took off the cap, and put the bottle on the red flower. After a while, the red flower turned white.

"This..." Daxian'er knelt down, "How did you do it?"

The professor on the side showed disdain, "There are chemicals in the bottle, so of course it will fade. I've been talking about it for a long time, isn't it the same scientific principle?"

Han Dong walked up to him and asked with a smile, "Professor, did you get a fishbone stuck in your throat?"

The professor's face changed, "How do you know?"

"Did you use many methods, but failed to remove the fishbone?"

"I'm going to have the doctor take it out with tweezers," the professor admitted.

Han Dong didn't continue to ask, but took out the water bottle from the professor's bag, took it over and asked the professor to take a sip, "See if you can swallow it with water?"

"I drank several bottles of water to no avail."

Han Dong said, "I just let you try."

The professor took another sip, but the result was still the same, and he couldn't swallow it at all.

Han Dong brought the bottle of water over and poured it into a clean glass with two chopsticks crossed across it. The left hand held the cup with three fingers, and the right hand pointed to the water cup, chanting a few words.

Then hand it to the professor, "You can drink it this time."

Cut... Can this be used as a fart? The professor took the water glass with a cold face.

As a result, as soon as he took a sip, his eyes changed.

"How is it?" Han Dong asked.

Although the professor didn't want to admit it, the answer was written on his face, so he couldn't accept it!

"What did you do?" The professor looked suspicious.

Han Dong spread his hands, "You drank the water just now, and the cup was brought here, what can I do?"

"This..." the professor was speechless.

Ji Tao still couldn't accept it, and even suspected that Han Dong had greeted the professor in advance.

In order to expose Han Dong's tricks, Ji Tao personally found a water cup and chopsticks, as well as clean water that had been tested without any additives. Without bothering anyone, he swallowed a fishbone forcefully by himself, and it stuck very deep. He tried many methods to no avail. Several people onlookers persuaded Ji Tao to go to the hospital.

Ji Tao turned his gaze to Han Dong, full of deterrence, take it, take it out for me now if you have the ability!

Han Dong deliberately asked everyone to check his hands to make sure that there was nothing corrosive hidden, then calmly took the water glass and chopsticks, and went through the procedure just now.

"Please drink!" Han Dong brought it to Ji Tao's mouth himself.

Ji Tao took the cup expressionlessly and drank a big mouthful of water.

"How?" Everyone asked.

Ji Tao was stunned for a moment, his eyes were a little distorted.

Everyone was in an uproar.

A person suddenly mentioned: "A friend of mine went on a trip the year before last and saw a similar performance at a scenic spot of ethnic minorities. It was called 'Bone Transformation Art'. It was said that it could swallow glass shards and staples. I thought it was a lie at the time. People play!"

"It's just for deceiving people." Han Dong's face was dark, "The glass scum... just kill it."

As soon as the voice fell, the quiet classroom was filled with voices.

"Master, when will I get rich?"

"Master, to tell you the truth, I always feel that there is a little ghost haunting me."

"Master, master, there is a fortune teller who said that I will have a disaster this year, please help me find out."

"..."

The professor couldn't bear it anymore, and forcibly pulled Han Dong out of the crowd, and dragged him to a hidden corner outside, his brows and eyes were instantly stained with a smile, "I see you are a cultural person."

Han Dong laughed loudly, "Okay, let's communicate when we have time."

Two days later, in the same classroom, Han Dongxi dressed in leather shoes and walked up to the podium handsomely.

"Today we are talking about ghost presses. Most people are not real ghost presses, because ghost presses have many accompanying symptoms. In addition, 'absorbing yang energy' is nonsense. What does that thing do to ghosts? benefit… "