The next five weeks were uneventful.
Fast forward to mid-July.
However, "calm and calm" is only relative to most people in the "Santuchuan" office, and does not include the poor part-time student Wei Fuyuan.
In the past two weeks, he can only describe it as "devastated".
There is no reason for him, because, he was thoughtful in the exam.
Wei Fuyuan has always been the image of a rich, generous, and righteous son of a wealthy family in school. Even if his income is now stopped by his parents, he still relies on Beiquan's package of food and housing and a fairly generous part-time salary to maintain his personality. .
In the eyes of most people, the young masters of rich families come to the university for the purpose of gilding, and things like scholarship recommendation letters are not needed at all.
But Wei Fuyuan is a face-saving person. In his opinion, academic performance is also an important indicator for him to maintain the image of a winner in life.
Just kidding, local tyrants who wear gold and silver can't watch it for a long time, and now even the domineering president in the eight o'clock soap opera has to hold the title of a doctor from an Ivy League school before he dares to come out and meet people!
Therefore, Wei Fuyuan's grades in the university have always been regarded as the top group, but they are quite decent. There are more than 400 people in the entire grade, and he can usually be ranked around 30.
But since he joined the "Santuchuan" company, he has been "forced" to suffer from serious and minor illnesses, ask for leave every other day, or doze off uncontrollably in class the next morning after staying up all night.
All the classmates thought that Young Master Wei must be in love, and that he would start unintentional studies every night after Wenxiang Nephrite.
Only Wei Fuyuan had his own words of suffering.
Where is he indulging in gentleness, he is clearly a superhero in the dark every week!
It's just that he can use Beiquan's fake note to fool him, but the final exam will not be cancelled because he doesn't have time to study hard.
As the time entered July, Wei Fuyuan's several main subjects have successively finalized the examination time, and they are basically arranged in the next two weeks.
He started to panic.
"Hey, is there any medicinal soup or pill that can improve memory?"
One day, when he opened the thick "International Trade Law", only to realize that he had not taken notes for two months, Wei Fuyuan finally collapsed, and ran to Beiquan for metaphysical support with a sad face.
They just caught a ghost yesterday. Beiquan was in a good mood at the moment. He was nestling on the sofa in the living room, and he was flipping through a thread-bound local chronicle.
In addition to Beiquan, the other two people in "Santuchuan" happened to be in the living room.
Tian Jiaxing stood by the small coffee table by the window, using a pair of garden shears as long as his forearm to trim and shape a Wannian pine potted plant.
Zhu Ling, on the other hand, used the standard posture of meditating, sitting upright in a pile of newspapers, and bound them into volumes in chronological order.
All three heard Wei Fuyuan's question, and at the same time stopped their work and looked up at him.
Wei Fuyuan was about to be driven crazy by the final exam, and he had no time to think about his personal image.
He was only wearing baggy short-sleeved pajamas and big pants with touching colors. His hair was messy, and his eyes were red from the boil. At first glance, he looked like he hadn't slept for a long time.
Beiquan closed the book.
"Do you want melatonin?"
He smiled sincerely at Wei Fuyuan:
"Or six walnuts?"
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
He turned around angrily and walked up the stairs:
"Damn, I shouldn't have come to you!"
"Hey, Xiaowei, wait!"
At this time, Tian Jiaxing suddenly said, "I do have a kind of medicinal herb, which may be useful to you."
As he said that, he put down the gardening shears, picked up the towel on the windowsill and wiped his hands, and with his two short legs upside down, he caught up with Wei Fuyuan:
"I'll make tea later and bring it to your room?"
Wei Fuyuan was naturally very happy.
He felt that, after all, although Tian Zai looked like a three-year-old child, he was essentially a Tian Qi doll who lived for 800 years, and he was considered a fair-minded goblin. The herbal tea taken out is more reliable than Melatonin and six walnuts.
Wei Fuyuan sincerely thanked Tian for the salary increase, then gave Beiquan a fierce look, turned back to his room, and continued to bury his head in his study.
About 20 minutes later, Tian Raisen brought a cup of tea to Wei Fuyuan.
Wei Fuyuan took a sip.
The tea is astringent and bitter, and has a grassy smell that is unique to a plant after it has been soaked. It is really hard to drink.
But he still finished drinking.
As a result, that day, Wei Fuyuan experienced a refreshing effect that was far more invigorating than coffee and strong tea.
For twenty-four hours, Wei Fuyuan couldn't fall asleep, even though he was so tired that he felt sick and felt sick to his stomach, he still kept his eyes open and stared blankly at the boring law, so he couldn't even get confused.
The experience was so painful that Young Master Wei left a psychological shadow at one time.
He said that he should just drink some catechu and coffee, and you should keep such a terrible increase in herbal tea for yourself.
However, as the exams became more and more intensive, Wei Fuyuan's review pressure also increased. After coffee, tea, or Red Bull couldn't meet his needs, he still went to Tian to raise his salary.
It's just that this time, Young Master Wei has behaved well.
He asked the children with a raise to pay attention to the dosage, and the best refreshing effect is only a quarter of the previous one.
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In short, while Wei Fuyuan was busy preparing for the exam, there were already twenty ghosts in Beiquan's fascination banner.
When Beiquan was still practicing, the ghost was well sealed in the secret realm of Zhuling.
At that time, it was the fascinated flag that was handed down as an artifact.
Legend has it that the origin of this flag can be traced back to the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and the maker is no longer known, but only a two-meter-long white flag can seal one hundred and twenty-eight ghosts in it forever.
However, about two years ago, the Mi Shen Fan was stolen overnight, as if it had grown wings, and disappeared without a trace from the secret realm of Zhuling.
Not long after that, news of the ghost reappearing in the world came out.
It was after this that Beiquan was sent by Shimen to Fengxing City to start hosting the radio program "Thriller Night Talk".
It's just that the fascinated streamer that he is using now to seal the ghost cannot be the genuine one that has been stolen, but a replica made by an expert from the division according to the original.
Although it also has the effect of sealing off evil spirits, its effectiveness is completely incomparable to that of a real fascinated fan.
There are twenty ghosts in Beiquan's ecstasy now, all of which are the result of his hard work every week for the past six months.
It's a pity that the carrying capacity of the replica's ecstasy flag is about to reach its limit.
So Beiquan contacted Shimen and got a message that "someone will come to collect the ghosts someday".
Shimen's contact person and Beiquan made an appointment to meet at 11:00 p.m. on the 12th of this month.
Monday, July 12.
At about ten o'clock, Beiquan packed his handbag and put on his usual black clothes and black pants, and was ready to go out.
Because Wei Fuyuan had his last exam the next day, Beiquan didn't plan to take him with him.
He only explained his whereabouts to Zhu Ling, and then went out with the suitcase.
Beiquan did not drive.
In other words, he doesn't actually drive at all.
Therefore, after Beiquan went out, Shumenshulu turned out of the alley where "Santuchuan" was located, raised his hand in front of the bus stop at the intersection and called a taxi.
The taxi driver was a middle-aged man who was a little chubby.
After he heard about Beiquan's destination, his face immediately wrinkled, showing an expression of wanting to refuse the ride.
There is no other reason, it is because the destination is not close to here, the location is very remote, and it is not early now, no taxi driver is willing to run this trip.
But Beiquan still persuaded him with the excess fare.
The driver opened the back seat and let Beiquan get in the car.
As soon as the car was started, Beiquan saw that the driver had turned on the on-board intercom, and began to tell the other drivers in the group about the business he had just received in an extraordinarily loud volume and exaggerated tone.
"...Yes, I'm going to the development zone now, to Zaohuai Road!"
"...Hey, that's right, it's the building where Erjian pulled the banner. It's been suspended for two years!"
"...I haven't run over there for a long time, the road is a little bit raw, and the navigation is on at the moment, you guys help me keep an eye on it too!"
"… Passengers?"
The driver said, adjusting the angle of the rearview mirror.
"He's a handsome young guy, haha, he looks really good!"
Beiquan smiled slightly.
He knew what the driver was doing.
After all, taxi drivers are considered a high-risk industry in a sense, and they are worried that one day they will accidentally receive a criminal who will lead people to remote places. When they reach the ground, they will wait while they park. If the accomplices there rush forward one by one, the robbery will kill you in one process, and it will be the end.
Therefore, although the driver agreed to take the trip, he turned on the intercom as soon as he got up, in order to warn the passengers in the back seat - our current trip has been reported to many people, and the navigation will also transmit the real-time location to the customer service system. , If you really want to do something, you have to think twice before doing it!
Beiquan understood, but did not feel offended.
He smiled slightly, turned his eyes to the car window, and silently watched the continuous flow of traffic outside the window.
This time, Shimen sent a stranger who Beiquan had never dealt with before.
Judging from the voice on the phone, the other party should be a rather young woman.
It's just that the people in the Taoist sect have more or less learned some tricks to hide their appearance and even change their voice. If the other party deliberately hides it, even the voice is not reliable.
Thinking of this, Beiquan frowned slightly.
-Why did you suddenly change the connector
—Also, why hasn’t the new partner who was supposed to be here at the beginning of last month