Looking at Fang Chuyang like this, the smile on Zhai Chen's face gradually disappeared. The living room fell into deadly silence, and the night wind blew in from the cracks in the unclosed windows, picking up the shoddy little cult book on the floor and tumbling.
Heavy rain is coming.
Zhai Chen took a deep breath, raised his head, and suddenly grinned: "Okay, okay, if I don't go, won't it work? This is not a coincidence. I promise, next time someone calls me in the face with a brochure, I will ignore it. Yes, okay?" I swear by the sky and the sky, and I almost took out the manuscript paper on the spot to write the guarantee.
Fang Chuyang turned his head and didn't look at him: "You are acquainted."
"Uncle," the yelling just now woke up Zhai Mengmeng who was sleeping in the room. The child rubbed his eyes and walked out, looking left and right in confusion, "Are you two arguing?"
"No, you're dreaming." Zhai Chen looked confident.
"Oh," Zhai Mengmeng replied reluctantly, looking at Zhai Chen eagerly, "It's thunder outside, I'm afraid to sleep."
"It's thunder, that's terrible, go to sleep with your uncle." Zhai Chen picked up the child without shoes and shoved it directly into Fang Chuyang's arms.
"Uncle." Zhai Mengmeng hugged Fang Chuyang's neck with kindness.
Fang Chu's anger that had been suppressed by masculinity resurfaced again: "Do you know now that I am his uncle?"
Because there is no conclusion about who is older or younger, Zhai Chen has been calling him from the very beginning. He usually calls him "Fang Chuyang" with his first name and surname, and calls him "Brother Chuyang" when he asks for him. After I have Zhai Mengmeng, I don't teach my children to learn well. The status of "eldest uncle" and "second uncle" is called.
"His eldest uncle and his second uncle are his uncles," Zhai Chen said without shame, grabbing Fang Chuyang, who was about to turn around and left, "I won't mix, but today's achievements cannot be wasted. I learned them The radio gymnastics dance, if you send someone to go undercover, I can teach him to dance for free."
Fang Chuyang: "I'm sick!"
After studying hard for a whole day, the results of his learning were completely rejected by the police officer Fang. Zhai Chen was not discouraged, picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Mr. Gao.
[I learned radio gymnastics taught by Baixing, will I teach you tomorrow?]
There was no reply for a long time there, and it is estimated that the white-eyed roll was higher than Fang Chuyang. Thinking of the serious look of Mr. Gao, Zhai Chen's mood suddenly improved, and he continued to harass others while lying on the bed.
[Mr. Gao
Are you there Mr. Gao
Are you there
Is the handsome guy there
Sexy bodyguards dance online! Handsome guy, let's talk about ten dollars!]
I don't know if the frequent sending of this spam caught the attention of the president, Gao Yusheng suddenly sent a video request.
! ! !
"What's the matter, suddenly posting a video?" The video chat between the two big men in the middle of the night was indescribably weird, but in order to prevent the employer from being in danger, Zhai Chen picked it up without hesitation.
Over there, Gao Yusheng was sitting in front of the bright workbench wearing a pair of anti-radiation glasses. He didn't know what he was doing. He didn't speak when the video screen was connected, and was still typing on the keyboard. Hearing Zhai Chen's question, he took time to look at him: "Aren't you going to perform dance gymnastics?"
Someone took this kind of thing seriously! Zhai Chen raised his awareness of Mr. Gao's rigidity and boredom: "I said Mr. Gao, have you watched the live broadcast?"
"Huh?" Gao Yusheng typed the last line of words, pressed Enter, and then turned to look at the screen, "What do you want to say?"
"Those beautiful anchors, performing online, can let the audience specify the action. But if you want the anchor to dance, you must first give a reward." Zhai Chen stretched out three fingers and rubbed it, suggesting that he couldn't be more straightforward.
Gao Yusheng nodded and gave him a red envelope of ten yuan.
"..." I can't talk today. Zhai Chen accepted this pitiful amount of red envelopes, performed the last action for him in a professional spirit, spread his arms "Ula", and quickly turned off the video call. After closing it, I regretted it again. I closed my eyes and my mind was full of the incredible mission scene I saw today, and I really wanted to find someone to share it with. Fang Chuyang exploded at one point, Mengmeng couldn't understand, only Mr. Gao could be a listener, so he shouldn't cut off the way to chat for the ten dollars!
So, when he went to pick up Mr. Gao the next morning, Zhai Chen told him a whole set.
"Such a stupid thing, I know it's fake even if I haven't been to college, how many people believe it?" Zhai Chen wanted to laugh when he remembered the fortune-telling machine. Fooled people!
"This is a test." Gao Yusheng looked up from the document.
"How to say?"
"The theory of the cult itself is absurd and ridiculous, so we need to filter out the unsuitable members with the admission training that has obvious bugs. If the person who comes understands that this is nonsense, the subsequent training will be very laborious, and it is safest to kick it out as soon as possible; Now, you can carry out the next step of brainwashing, and you can get twice the result with half the effort. This is a well-designed screening mechanism. The place you come into contact with should be the initial training area of the worship of the stars. If you don’t pass the test, you will not be exposed to deeper layers. doctrinal."
This is just like the telecommunication scams that are usually contacted. The first message sent by the liar must be full of loopholes, and even there will be typos, just to filter out the groups with high IQ who are not easy to be deceived so as to narrow the scope of deception.
Zhai Chen suddenly realized: "Then Cai Zhuang is a high-end area?"
"It must be higher than the place you went to." Gao Yusheng nodded. Since those people chose to kill people in Caizhuang New City, then the house next door is definitely hiding believers who can keep their mouths shut.
After the answer, the industrious President Gao was immersed in his work and did not speak. But some people don't speak, but they can always make people feel their presence. Zhai Chen, who is driving, always feels that there is a luminous body sitting next to him, and can't help but glance at him.
The guy was uncharacteristically wearing a light-colored shirt today with expensive jeweled cufflinks on the cuffs. The hair is also not waxed, no longer brushed the usual elite hair, but loosely blown away. The broken hair hangs down on his forehead, showing a slight chestnut color in the morning light, completely restored to his 23-year-old youthful appearance. When you bow your head, you can see those long eyelashes, which doubles the lethality to older women.
"You just went to see Yuan Xiaoai like this, aren't you afraid that she will get even more deeply and die with you on the spot?"
"Thank you," Gao Yusheng thanked him for his compliment, continued to ponder the information in his hand, and whispered, "I just want to talk to you, what do you want me to do..."
After a pause, I took out my pen and crossed out the word "in the end", and read it aloud again, trying to figure out the tone. Just like the groom who is about to attend the wedding, he wrote down the wedding vows in his hand, and kept simulating the scene to ensure the best effect.
Zhai Chen was shocked by his behavior: "Don't all your overbearing presidents speak out? Why are you reciting them in dictation?"
"All speeches have to be memorized, and negotiation must of course be carefully prepared. Saying one wrong sentence may lead to deviations in the results. Since you decide to talk, you must ensure a success." Gao Yusheng was very helpless to Zhai Chen's theory. It's real life and not a TV show. Anything that counts as exhaustive is the result of hard work. "Siri, 'What do you want me to do?' Is it more appropriate to use threats or hard words?"
Siri's microphone logo appeared on the screen of the mobile phone, and the cold mechanical voice answered word by word:
[I am just an artificial intelligence, and I speak without tone, sir.]
"..." Zhai Chen felt that this child was not normal.
Gao Yusheng didn't care about the limited knowledge of Siri. After asking it, he continued to ponder it on his own. He was not satisfied until he drew a piece of A4 paper into a painted face. Then look up at the piece of paper and use the graphic memory to instantly remember all the points to pay attention to.
"My memory of words is not as good as that of graphics." Seeing Zhai Chen looking at himself with the eyes of a fool, Gao Yusheng had to explain.
The moment he entered the garage of Fortune Building, Zhai Chen deliberately glanced at the gate, and the lady Yuan Xiaoai had already gone to work, standing in front of the gate cursing Gao Yusheng, a disgruntled man, for not being a human being. I heard Mr. Gao said that this person has been here every day recently. It is estimated that the whole building has been brainwashed by these few words. If he meets Mr. Gao in the elevator one day, he will be called a heartless man.
Gao Yusheng did not go to the company, but took Zhai Chen out of the lobby on the first floor and stood directly in front of Yuan Xiaoai: "Can I invite you to a cup of coffee?"
Ms. Yuan, who was scolding vigorously, was like croaking and hitting a cock with its neck stuck in half, so her cheeks were about to explode. The white-collar workers who were in a hurry around them instantly turned into a 0.5x speed video, and they all slowed down.
"Gao Yusheng," Yuan Xiaoai recovered from her neck-stuck state and took a step back in disbelief, "How is that possible! What do you want to do?"
"The cafe opposite, I'll go in and wait for you." Gao Yusheng didn't say any more, turned and walked directly across the road.
This cafe is open for business at this time, serving high-class breakfast for the white-collar workers nearby. Zhai Chen pretended to be a passerby sitting behind Gao Yusheng, playing with his mobile phone back-to-back, biting his teeth and saying quietly, "Are you planning to feed a tiger with your body?"
"That's not true." Gao Yusheng stood up and asked Yuan Xiaoai to come and sit, and handed her the menu to order something she liked.
Yuan Xiaoai's face turned red, took the menu and threw it on the table, stalking her neck: "Don't think that I will forgive you! Let me tell you, the punishment has already begun, it's useless for you to please me now. ."
"I'm not trying to please you, I just want to talk to you. What do you want me to do in order to forgive me?" The calm and self-controlled words carried gentle guidance. Recite it well.
"Men are all liars, and you're just lying to me." Yuan Xiaoai was subconsciously flattered, but her paranoia made her too deeply into the play, so there was a brief distortion of her facial expression.
Gao Yusheng was not interested in appreciating this devilish face, so he took out a mobile phone from his pocket and pushed it in front of Yuan Xiaoai. It was the latest smartphone, expensive, and the brand new body was carefully equipped with a pink phone case.
"This phone is for you. It has my private number in it. You can use this to contact me in the future."
Words full of hints perfectly fit the self-hypnosis of love delusional patients. Yuan Xiaoai took the phone, her hands trembled, and tears kept rolling in her eyes.
Gao Yusheng didn't say more, let alone the question of "heavenly punishment", and quietly accompanied Yuan Xiaoai for breakfast.
When Gao Yusheng left the restaurant, Zhai Chen stuffed the last bite of the fried egg into his mouth, and went out to follow: "Why can't I understand what you're doing?" I thought Gao Yusheng was trying to make a cliché, so as to know their next plan. , but didn't ask anything and gave away a mobile phone for nothing.
Gao Yusheng smiled mysteriously and tilted his head slightly to signal him to follow.
Back at the office, turn on the computer, and enter a long string of codes to get the system up and running. On the black screen with only one cursor flickering alone, the icy outline of Gao Yusheng's lines was reflected.
"When I grow up, what I hate the most is the evil spirits who mutilate others by relying on the number of people. The thugs who mingle with the consciousness of the law are not responsible, and there is no difference between them and the zombies that eat human flesh. Since they have come into contact with them, they cannot let go of any of them. ."
As soon as the voice fell, a three-dimensional map appeared on the screen, and a flashing red dot was moving slowly.