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Although he didn't feel the hostility that made her guard against from the young man in front of him, Wu Miaomiao naturally resisted because of his status as a member of the Metaphysics Association. What's more, since she came to the sea market, she has not suffered losses once or twice. Wu Miaomiao, who was severely beaten by society, is no longer the Wu Miaomiao she once was. She will always remember the Dafa of knowing people taught by Xianggong.
"Xianggong, how do you look at people to distinguish between good and bad people?" This is the question Wu Miaomiao asked Ji Lang after he was framed by Dean Hong and came out of the detention center.
"I don't know." Ji Lang replied.
"Then how do you look at people, Xiang Gong?" Wu Miaomiao felt that Ji Lang seemed to be rarely deceived.
"In my eyes, there are no good people." Ji Lang replied coldly.
Xianggong is really smart. He assumes everyone is a bad person, and then he is more vigilant. Naturally, he will not be deceived. Wu Miaomiao feels that he has benefited a lot.
"Don't help." Wu Miaomiao looked at the young man named Sang Wenhao warily, and refused mercilessly.
"Why?!" Sang Wenhao was anxious, and the thick glasses of myopia could not stop the eagerness in his eyes.
"If you ask me to help, I will help." Wu Miaomiao walked past him to leave.
Sang Wenhao hurriedly chased after him: "I won't let you help in vain, I can pay you."
"Still don't help." Wu Miaomiao continued to refuse without thinking.
"Why? Feel free to mention what conditions you have, and I will definitely satisfy you." Sang Wenhao said anxiously,
"Please give me a shot. You need to give out one-tenth of your entire net worth. You are still in elementary school, so I don't want one-tenth of your pocket money." But people in the metaphysics have to charge a high price, and they don't necessarily help.
"You tell me a number, and I want it from my dad." Sang Wenhao said.
"No, my rule is one-tenth of the client's net worth." Wu Miaomiao only collects money proportionally, not the amount.
"Then... I will give you one-tenth of the money I make in the future. Do you think this is okay?" In two years, I will be able to go out and make money by taking tasks, and there is definitely no problem with earning 100,000 yuan a month. When I get older, I may take over from my dad and become the president of the Licheng Xuan Society."
"Then don't I have to collect bills from you every year?"
"You don't need to accept it, I will definitely give it to you on time every year." Sang Wenhao assured.
"Of course you said it nicely. When you ask me to help, I'll finish it. If you don't want to give the money, you can give it. Although I can also ask for the account, why should I be so troublesome?" She has never been in business. It's all a one-shot deal, and she doesn't do business with a long account period. These days, it's the uncle who owes money, so she shouldn't bother to ask for it.
"You..." Sang Wenhao didn't expect this, he scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, paused, and suddenly remembered the description of the Wu people's preferences in the ancient book, and his face suddenly became happy, and he chased after him and continued, "Aren't you Wu people? Do you all like dark things? We have a civet cat in our house. It has a dark body and is full of spiritual energy. It has the function of destroying evil spirits and avoiding disasters.
This spiritual pet was specially found by his father Sang Tian to keep it for him, so that he could protect him when he went out to hunt ghosts in the future.
"No." The witches like black things, but no matter how dark they are, can they beat my husband? With Xianggong's jewel in front, other things are inferior in her eyes.
"The black fox? The black dog? The black weasel..." The young man became anxious, and said all the black spiritual things he could think of.
Wu Miaomiao ignored her rationally, and hurried away with the cursed doll in her arms.
Seeing that Wu Miaomiao was determined not to help him, the young man immediately stood there in a daze, looking dazed and helpless.
Wu Miaomiao walked around outside and felt that the time was almost up, so she returned to the studio with the cursed doll. After a while, it was time to get off work. Ji Lang came downstairs and asked Shang Wu Miaomiao to go back together.
The two came out of the park and were about to walk to the parking lot when a figure suddenly appeared in front of the two of them. Wu Miaomiao took a closer look, and it was the afternoon that stopped the teenager who asked her for help.
"Why did you follow me here?" Wu Miaomiao frowned irritably and said in a bad tone.
Ji Lang glanced at the calm young man in front of him, and asked suspiciously, "Do you know him?"
"The Metaphysics Association suddenly appeared in the afternoon and asked me to help." Wu Miaomiao said angrily, "I won't help them."
"You..." Sang Wenhao looked anxious and pleading, "How can you help me, can you help me if I am not a member of the Metaphysics Association? I can quit the Metaphysics Association."
"Don't help." Where can't you make money, don't help those who bully Xianggong, "Xianggong, let's go."
Ji Lang glanced at the boy, did not speak, and continued to walk to the parking lot with Wu Miaomiao. At this moment, Dong Yongyuan also walked out of the park. He saw the boy standing at the entrance of the park and exclaimed in surprise, "Xiaohao?!"
"Brother Dongzi?" Sang Wenhao was startled when he saw Dong Yongyuan, then turned his back in a hurry, and wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand.
"Why are you here, what's wrong with you?" Dong Yongyuan noticed that the boy's mood was wrong.
"I..." Sang Wenhao glanced in Wu Miaomiao's direction.
Dong Yongyuan took advantage of the situation to look at it and was shocked. He dragged Sang Wenhao aside and said in fear, "You won't come to trouble our boss and the lady boss, you won't be cursed."
Dong Yongyuan hurriedly looked up and down, just like he was about to cry or not, he was designated to be cleaned up by the proprietress.
"Who is your boss?" Sang Wenhao's mood has gradually stabilized at this time, but his eyes are still a little red.
Dong Yongyuan silently glanced at the place where Sang Wenhao had just looked.
"That wizard is your boss?!" Sang Wenhao suddenly became excited.
"No." The young Jingliang's eyes gradually dimmed, and Dong Yongyuan added, "It's the boss lady."
"Brother Dongzi!" Sang Wenhao grabbed Dong Yongyuan's arm, and the powerful Dong Yongyuan was almost dragged down by him.
"What's the matter? If you have something to say, don't drag me."
"Help me and ask your boss to save my mother." Sang Wenhao said urgently.
"What? Can my boss' wife save my aunt?" Dong Yongyuan was also startled, "Isn't the situation of my aunt saying that there is no help?"
Sang Wenhao and Dong Yongyuan are cousins, and their mothers are sisters. Sang Wenhao's mother is also Dong Yongyuan's aunt. Some accidents happened when Sang Wenhao was born. The association has tried everything for the past ten years. The method, the conclusion is that it is impossible to save, and even after death, the aunt may become a ghost and cannot be reincarnated.
This is a great tragedy. No one dared to say a word in front of Sang Wenhao on weekdays, but Dong Yongyuan was too surprised, so he couldn't help but say it.
"She's a wizard, and a wizard has a way." Sang Wenhao explained anxiously, "I read in a book that a wizard has a secret technique that might save my mother. Brother Dongzi, I'll talk to you later. You said, can you go and beg her to help me, I asked her for help just now, but she never agreed to me."
"You... don't panic first, you let me stroke it." Dong Yongyuan was a little confused.
"Brother Dongzi, hurry up and stop them, they are leaving." Sang Wenhao stomped his feet in a hurry.
"I..." Dong Yongyuan looked around, his brain was hot, he dragged his cousin and ran to the parking lot, "Boss, lady boss, wait a minute."
Wu Miaomiao, who was about to get into the car, heard Dong Yongyuan's voice and turned around in surprise: "What's wrong?"
"Madam, can I go back later, let me tell you something?" Dong Yongyuan flattered.
Wu Miaomiao glanced at the uneasy young man standing behind Dong Yongyuan and guessed, "Do you know each other?"
"Well, this is my cousin, my dear." Dong Yongyuan dragged Sang Wenhao over.
Wu Miaomiao was immediately tangled. I didn't expect this young man to be Dong Yongyuan's cousin, so Dong Yongyuan must be looking for him to help. This is difficult. She can not give face to the Metaphysics Association, but she has to give Dong Yongyuan face. After all, she eats all kinds of snacks bought by others every day.
"Boss lady?" Seeing that Wu Miaomiao ignored her, Dong Yongyuan couldn't help shouting again.
"Anything? Tell me." Ji Lang got out of the car at this time and glanced at Dong Yongyuan coldly.
Dong Yongyuan suddenly felt cold all over, and pulled his cousin to the side quickly: "It's alright, don't worry, I'll talk to the boss tomorrow. Boss, you are busy with you."
"Get in the car." Ji Lang motioned Wu Miaomiao to get in the car.
After the car left, Sang Wenhao hurriedly broke away from Dong Yongyuan's hand: "Brother Dongzi, why did you let them go."
"What are you anxious about?" Dong Yongyuan's brain was a little hot because of his cousin just now, but he calmed down at this time, "It's not that I can't see you today, you tell me what's going on first, I'll figure it out tomorrow I'll ask you when you're at work."
Sang Wenhao thought for a while, and felt that it was reasonable, and then he calmed down.
"Go, you go home with me first." Dong Yongyuan dragged his cousin into his car.