Xiang Qiang noticed that after his self-introduction, Master Qi looked at them a little wrong, as if it was a little unfriendly.
"That's right, our department found that you are a master of metaphysics, Mr. Qi. Through the research and discussion of the department leaders and the instructions of the superior leaders, our department sincerely invites you to join us and inject new blood into our organization," Xiang Qiang said. A document with the official seal of the department was handed to Qi Yan, "This is the work regulations of the department, please read it carefully."
Qi Yan took over the document, and at a glance, he saw all kinds of discounts, and he couldn't stand it any longer. The conditions were set so well that at first glance, it did not meet the national conditions!
"Sorry, I've never heard of such a department in the country, and I don't know what a master of metaphysics is," Qi Yan put the document back into the middle-aged man's hand, "If you say such inexplicable things again, I'll call the police. already."
Xiang Qiang didn't expect that he was rejected so thoroughly and that he was treated as a liar, so he hurriedly explained: "Mr. Qi, please believe us, we are definitely not joking with you. If you don't believe me, we can help you. Connect with Master Qian, he is the special advisor of our group, and enjoys the treatment at the deputy department level within the national establishment, he can testify for us."
"Master Qian?" Qi Yan looked suspiciously at the middle-aged man in front of him, "You mean Master Qian Chengru?"
When I showed Feng Shui to the old house of the Cen family last time, Qian Chengru was among them. However, Qi Yan was not familiar with these famous masters, so they didn't say a few words to each other. I didn't expect that this so-called special group would know that they had a relationship with Master Qian.
"That's right, it's this Master Qian." Seeing that Qi Yan finally reacted, Xiang Qiang bowed his head and applied for a video call with Qian Chengru.
After a while, Master Qian's voice came from the phone, "Xiao Xiang, why did you contact me at this time?"
"Master Qian, I'm sorry to disturb your lunch break." Xiang Qiang glanced at Qi Yan, "We are at the door of Master Qi's house right now, and Master Qi seems to have misunderstood us. We had no choice but to interrupt. It's your rest, please don't take offense."
"Oh, Master Qi." Master Qian, who was still lying lazily on the big bed in the video, immediately sat up straight, "Give your phone to Master Qi, and I'll talk to him."
As soon as Xiang Qiang heard this, he hurriedly brought his mobile phone to Qi Yan.
Qi Yan saw that the person in the video was really Master Qian, so he took the phone and opened the door to let the three people in. If these words are heard by the neighbors, maybe the aunts downstairs will start talking tomorrow. There is a young man on the 7th floor. He looks young, but he squatting at the door of the house every day to promote feudal superstition.
The people in the special group did not put on airs because Qi Yan was young, but were very careful and polite. After entering Qi Yan's house, they also politely changed their shoe covers and sat on the sofa without wandering around. Know the rules of the warlock.
"Master Qian, long time no see." Qi Yan opened the refrigerator, took the drinks one by one on the coffee table, pretended not to see the big printed pajamas on Master Qian's body, and signaled the three of the special group to drink drinks.
"Yeah, but I haven't seen you for a while," Master Qian laughed, and his celestial air was completely ruined by the hot-eyed pajamas on his body. "The people from the special team really contacted you?"
Qi Yan turned to look at the three people sitting on the sofa, nodded and said, "Master Qian, what is going on with this special personnel task group?"
"Don't be nervous, this group is under the jurisdiction of the national security department, not a fraud gang," Master Qian introduced the function of the special personnel task group, which is probably to look at Feng Shui, deal with incredible events, and prevent foreign supernatural masters from doing their own thing. .
After listening to what Master Qian said, Qi Yan believed that the special group was a secret department of the state that could not make public appearances, but he still had doubts in his heart. With such a big country, what kind of talents could not be found, and even such a young warlock would like him
Seeing that the video call between the two masters had ended, the three members of the special group all put down their drinks, and looked at Qi Yan eagerly, waiting for his reply.
"Sorry, I misunderstood you just now." Qi Yan returned the phone to Xiang Qiang, who took it with both hands and shook his head again and again: "It's alright, it's alright, ordinary people won't believe this kind of thing, we can understand and understand. "
Their overly attentive attitude made Qi Yan a little uncomfortable. He coughed dryly and said, "There are many domestic warlocks, so your group doesn't have to find me, right?"
"Master Qi, we don't dare to lie to you. When we learned that you showed the Feng Shui of the Cen family's ancestral house, the leaders of the group started to pay attention to you," Xiang Qiang said with a wry smile, "Now we have real materials in our country. There are fewer and fewer masters of metaphysics, the masters with real skills are getting older and older, and the younger generation who are willing to learn metaphysics with talent are even rarer, and the department is about to lose sight of it."
What he did not explicitly say is that China has many mountains and rivers, and more feng shui treasures. Since China opened its doors, its economy has become more and more developed, and it has become a soaring dragon again, foreign forces have deliberately dispatched warlocks to destroy China's feng shui. The fortune of the Chinese people. Now it's okay to have these masters barely holding on, but when these masters pass a hundred years later, and the younger generation of warlocks don't have many real talents, what will they do at that time
Some celestial masters who hide in the mountains and forests are reluctant to go out. Those who watch feng shui fortune-telling outside are mostly liars. There are only a handful of warlocks who have integrity, good intentions and real skills.
Qi Yan never thought that there would be such an organization in the country at all. His ideal life should be free to eat, drink, sleep, and read fortunes to save the world. Joining a small group in such a serious and serious manner is really not in line with his life setting.
"Sorry, I don't think I'm suitable for such a serious job," Qi Yan said euphemistically, "Our teachers pay attention to all things as they please, just to be free, like this..."
The people in the special group didn't want to give up, and told Qi Yan a lot of preferential policies. Anyone who joins will enjoy the treatment at the division level. If they make great achievements, they will continue to be promoted. The state will not restrict their freedom too much. In case of emergency, they will also deploy local departments at all levels to support work.
For many ordinary civil servants, division-level treatment is a very difficult thing to do, but in the eyes of the special team members, it seems that this is the lowest treatment. As long as Qi Yan is willing to follow them, he will definitely be popular and spicy.
However, despite their hype, Qi Yan still did not agree to their invitation.
For an unfamiliar organization, Qi Yan would never agree to any of their demands easily, even though they had proved that they were not liars.
After Xiang Qiang and others were repeatedly rejected by Qi Yan, although they were a little disappointed, they were not too disappointed, because in their opinion, such a master with real skills was not tempted by their conditions, and rejecting them directly was really a shame. It's so normal.
Because of their work, the more they knew about these masters' abilities, the more they respected them, so even though Qi Yan rejected them, they still politely said goodbye to Qi Yan, and did not forget to leave the visit gifts they bought. .
The visiting gifts were two fruit baskets with ribbons, which looked like they were produced by a fruit shop near the community.
He picked a bunch of grapes from the fruit basket, washed them, and put them in a bowl. Qi Yan lay on the sofa with the bowl in his arms, watching TV while eating grapes. When it was dinner time, he ordered a takeaway.
About half an hour later, there was a knock on his door, and when he opened it, a young man wearing a peaked cap and black-rimmed glasses was standing outside the door.
"Sir, this is your meal," the young man smiled and handed his pocket, "I wish you a happy meal."
"Thank you." When Qi Yan took the bag, he accidentally touched the back of the young man's hand and found that his body temperature was abnormally hot: "Are you sick?"
"It's alright, I have a little cold." The boy's skin was dark, probably because he often delivered meals to others, so he got sunburnt like this.
"Just a moment," Qi Yan turned around and took out an unopened bottle of drink from the refrigerator and handed it to the young man. "After the meal is delivered, go see the doctor."
After the young man declined a few times, he took the bottle of drink, turned around and hurried downstairs.
The young man rode a battery car out of the community and returned to his rental room after delivering the remaining two meals. He put half a bottle of drink on the table, touched his waist, and took out a small knife.
He stared at the fruit knife that hadn't been pulled out of the scabbard, and was slightly glad that he didn't make a mistake impulsively today. He turned his head and glanced at the half bottle of drinks on the table. Perhaps it was because of the customer's smile, or because of his caring words, which made him dismiss the idea.
The young man touched the handle of the knife and pulled the knife out. As a result, only the handle was in his hand, and the rest of the blade was still in the scabbard.
He was silent for a while, then threw the knife into the trash can. The quality of the items in the three-piece store for twenty yuan is so unreliable.
But at this moment, he was more fortunate than ever, fortunately he met a gentle customer, fortunately, he reined in his horse, otherwise what awaited him now was a stainless steel one-piece double-ring bracelet.
It only takes a small step, and he will be on the wrong path, fortunately... fortunately...
After Qi Yan finished eating the rice bowl, he used his mobile phone to give a good comment to the gourmet restaurant, and even specially praised the professional attitude of the delivery boy. After putting down the phone, Qi Yan threw the fast food box into the trash can, turned on the computer and started downloading the dungeon. By the way, he boasted to his friends in the game that he had saved a lost boy, but unfortunately no one in the gang believed what he said.
He sighed, the world of masters is so lonely that no one can understand.
At this moment, the phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Cen Baihe's call, "Bai He, it's so late, haven't you slept yet?"
"Go to bed in half an hour," Cen Baihe listened to Qi Yan's light tone on the phone, as if something happy happened, "What good thing happened?"
As soon as he heard Cen Baihe's question, Qi Yan's heart that wanted to squeak finally became active, so he quit the game dungeon and began to show off his achievements to Cen Baihe. It's not that he doesn't want to be named after doing good deeds, it's just that he will cause too much trouble to keep a low-key, mysterious and cold attitude. Now that he finally has someone to brag about, he feels that the whole world is brighter.
Cen Baihe listened quietly to Qi Yan talking about what happened in the afternoon, and asked a question from time to time, which made Qi Yan more excited, but when he heard that Qi Yan actually opened the door to bring the drink to the delivery man, he couldn't help it. Frowning, "What if he enters the house and closes the door, and attacks you with a knife?"
"Don't worry, let's not say that the knife on his body can't be pulled out at all. Even if it can be pulled out, as long as he dares to do it, he will definitely kneel on the ground and call me Dad." Looking for a dead end, unless he is more powerful than this feng shui master.
The moment the delivery boy took the drink, Qi Yan saw that his breath and face changed. Originally, it was young and lonely, the mother died early, the father was unkind, the fate was in prison, and the old had no one to depend on and died of hardships.
"I've said before that there is no way out of the sky, one thinks of heaven, another thinks of hell," Qi Yan said, and sighed, "But there are too few people who have seized fate, and too many have gone astray."
"Maybe those who can't seize the opportunity don't want to seize it at all," Cen Baihe didn't like to hear Qi Yan sigh, "Why do you feel sorry for these people."
"It's not them that I regret, but the innocent passersby who have been hurt by them." Qi Yan turned his head to look at the game characters he manipulated, and suddenly became angry, because he was dumbfounded in the wild, who killed him
Pulling out the list of enemies, Qi Yan snorted, lowered his head and muttered a few words.
In a corner of a certain city, a person was driving a game account to kill people in the wild. Suddenly his stomach hurt like a knife, and he couldn't care about the game characters. He covered his stomach and ran back and forth to the toilet five or six times. a little.
But after he finally stopped diarrhea, his game account was already lying in the underworld.
"Damn it!" Just after he finished cursing this sentence, his stomach hurt again, he immediately dropped the mouse, and hurried to the toilet.
This side Qiyan exited the game page, rolled on the bed, and said to Cen Bohe on the other side of the phone, "By the way, that blessing bag has blessings, although the effect is not as good as the talisman, but it is safe to wear on the body. The role of peace, you tell your family not to throw it away."
After a strange silence on the other end of the phone, Cen Baihe's voice came out again: "Maybe I have to ask you to draw a new one."
He didn't say the reason, but Qi Yan understood that the Cen family thought that the talisman paper was useless to stop the disaster, so they threw it away, "Okay, I'll draw you a few more when I have free time."
"Well." Cen Baihe responded with a smile, "Thank you."
"It's all friends, and it hurts to say thank you," Qi Yan said with a big heart, it doesn't matter, it's just a matter of course.
After the two hung up the phone, Qi Yan looked at the call duration of more than 20 minutes and wondered, what did Cen Baihe call him just now
Seems like they've been gossiping
Forget it, it's normal for friends to talk nonsense. If you contact again if something happens, it's not a friend, it's a relationship between superiors and subordinates.
Yang Tao's parents found Qi Yan's house the next day. The couple were carrying large and small bags. They only regretted that they didn't have eight hands and couldn't carry more bags.
The last time Qi Yan went to Yang's house to see Feng Shui, Yang's mother happened to be away, so this time she was extra cautious. In order to see Master Qi, she even got up early in the morning to get her hair done.
"Master Qi lives here?" Mother Yang looked at the house with the door number 704, "As expected of a master, there is no need to avoid anything."
"That's not right," Father Yang sighed with emotion, "if Master Qi hadn't changed our feng shui, our company would not have been so smooth, not to mention that someone saved our child yesterday. You will meet this master later, Don't wait just because he is young, Master Qi is this!" He gave a thumbs up.
"Don't worry, why do you think I'm stupid?" Mother Yang rolled her eyes at him and knocked on the door softly.
As soon as the door opened, Father Yang bowed in high spirits and thanked him: "Master Qi, thank you for your life-saving grace. Without you, the dog would be in danger this time."
However, the person standing at the door was not Qi Yan, but a man who looked very familiar.
Father Yang was a little embarrassed to find that he had mistaken the person, but three seconds later he was even more embarrassed because he recognized who this person was.
Cen Wuye's special assistant Liang Feng!
How many people can't hold Assistant Liang on their thighs!
"Hello, Mr. Liang." Father Yang sorted out the expression on his face, trying to make himself smile more naturally and enthusiastically.
"Hello," Liang Feng looked at the husband and wife who were covered in bags, "You are also here to find Master Qi?"
Father Yang felt that the word "also" was very subtle, and nodded again and again: "Master Qi is a noble person in our Yang family. This time I came to thank him especially."
"Who's here?" Qi Yan came out of the kitchen, holding a tray in his hand, with a set of tea set on the tray. He glanced at the door, "Mr. Yang?"
"Master Qi," Master Qi was in front of him, and Father Yang couldn't care about hugging Liang Feng's thighs, he approached Qi Yan with a full face, and bowed to him again and again, "Master Qi, your great kindness and virtue, our Yang family grinds it up and down. Teeth are unforgettable!"
Qi Yan guessed that he was here for Yang Tao's business, so he invited the husband and wife to come in and sit, and put the tray on the coffee table.
Liang Feng noticed that in the tray that Master Qi placed on the coffee table, in addition to the teapot, there were also several teacups, no more than four, no less than four.
Is this a coincidence, or was it expected