At 10:00 am CST on July 26, the return flight of Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan took off smoothly.
After a long flight of 13 hours and 40 minutes in the air, the flight landed at 1.50pm on July 27.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan left the airport from the international arrival, and the reserved pick-up service was already waiting for them in the parking lot.
The car took them directly to the old city, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan got off the car at the intersection and walked back to the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company on foot.
"By the way, I actually wanted to ask you before."
Wei Fuyuan dragged his luggage and said as he walked:
"You never seem to let an outside car drive directly to the door of the company. Why is that?"
Beiquan turned his head and glanced at him, without answering the question:
"What do you think?"
Wei Fuyuan really thought about it seriously.
"No, it's not just the car."
He carefully recalled many details:
"Even couriers and takeaways are never delivered directly to the company. Every time I just let my brother put it on the low table by the door, and then you or I can get it..."
The low table Wei Fuyuan mentioned was a table placed in the corner of the company's outer wall. It was placed in a very strange position. Although it could barely be counted on their company's site, it must be said that the one next door might close down at any time. The second-hand rental bookstore is no problem.
Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan turned his head to look at Beiquan with an unbelievable expression:
"Is it possible that other than us, other people can't find Santuchuan?"
Beiquan smiled and nodded, "Smart."
Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes wide:
"How did you do it?"
Beiquan replied:
"It's just a blindfold."
He explained:
"In order not to cause trouble to the neighbors, we set up a formation similar to ghosts hitting the wall next to the company. When ordinary people walk past the door of the company, they will subconsciously ignore it. It's just a dangerous building."
As he said that, he looked at Wei Fuyuan, his eyes were slightly bent, and he showed a somewhat complicated smile.
"However, this formation can be used to fool ordinary people, as long as they know a little about the way, or like you... um..."
Beiquan paused and thought of a more appropriate adjective:
"If you have fate, it will have no effect."
Wei Fuyuan's cheeks suddenly turned red after being scratched by the word "destined person", and at the same time there was a faint secret joy in his heart:
"Yes, is it?"
Wei Fuyuan clung to the luggage tow bar in his hand, trying his best to make his response appear calm and calm:
"That's really fateful."
Beiquan didn't say anything, just stared at Wei Fuyuan's red earlobe for a long time.
- This is really troublesome...
He raised his hand and pulled away a bang that fell on his eyelids.
- I know I shouldn't be moved, but now...
Beiquan sighed softly and silently:
- I'm really... heartbroken...
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Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan went all the way to the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company.
Because of the conversation just now, in front of the company, Wei Fuyuan stopped and looked carefully.
"This... I really don't see anything special."
Wei Fuyuan commented.
Beiquan smiled:
"Would you try taking a picture?"
Wei Fuyuan didn't know why, but he took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the main entrance of "Santuchuan".
On the phone screen, between a bookstore with faded signboards and an unremarkable grocery store, is not the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company he is very familiar with, but a dilapidated and dilapidated house that has not been repaired for a long time.
The wooden door at the entrance of the small building was locked, and there was a piece of rice paper that had faded to a pale rose red on the door, with the words "Jiwu Rent", and a string of mobile phone numbers below it, but the last three numbers of the mobile phone number were torn off at random. No one can get through this piece of paper.
"Wow!"
Wei Fuyuan's eyes widened in shock, "Even the camera can deceive, this is too powerful!"
After satisfying the curiosity of the little assistant, the two dragged their suitcases into the "Santu River".
Zhu Ling and Tian Raise received the contact early and were already waiting in the living room.
But besides the two of them, there was actually a third person in the living room.
"You are back!"
Seeing Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan entering the door, the strange man stood up from the sofa and stood upright in front of the two of them, his back straight and his expression restrained and polite.
Wei Fuyuan: "?"
He turned to Beiquan and asked Beiquan with an expression.
But Beiquan didn't know this person either, so he only shook his head slightly.
"first meet!"
The strange man didn't wait for Beiquan to ask "Who are you?", just like pouring beans into a bamboo tube, he began to ramble:
"My name is Jiang Nan'an, I am 26 years old and I am a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple. I graduated from Fengxing University with a major in Chinese language and literature. I have practiced Shaolin boxing and stick techniques since I was a child.
"and many more."
Beiquan raised his hand to interrupt the self-introduction of the young man named Jiang Nan'an, "Could it be..."
His eyes glanced back and forth on the other person:
"You're my new partner?"
Jiang Nan'an nodded like smashing garlic:
"That's right! That's right!"
He touched his head embarrassedly, "I should have come three months ago, but..."
Jiang Nan'an pointed to his left hand:
"When the master called me, I had just had a small car accident and my left wrist was fractured, so..."
"I see."
Beiquan nodded clearly, smiled slightly, and patted his shoulder kindly, "Comrade Jiang, you are welcome to join our warm family."
Jiang Nan'an seemed to be both surprised and moved by Beiquan's friendly attitude. He hurriedly held Beiquan's hand and shook it a few times. At the same time, he eagerly expressed his determination:
"I will definitely work hard, cooperate with all my strength, and strive to bring all the wandering ghosts to justice as soon as possible!"
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
He stared at Jiang Nan'an with a foolish look on his face, and compared himself with himself in his heart.
Comrade Jiang, who appeared out of nowhere, seemed to be just over 1.7 meters and less than 1.8 meters tall, and he was at least ten centimeters shorter than him.
Jiang Nan'an pushed a short board inch, and his appearance was barely a straight face, but he was at the level of a passer-by of Zhou Zheng. Although the muscles of his arms exposed outside the short-sleeved T-shirt were strong, Wei Fuyuan asked himself if he was taller than his body. , he will never lose to him.
Also, the other party claimed to be a monk of Shaolin Temple.
Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan sneered lowly.
- It really has copper skin and iron bones, so it won't break the wrist bone in a small car accident, right
Just as Young Master Wei was silently criticizing Comrade Xiao Jiang for 366 degrees without dead ends, he came to the conclusion that no matter what aspect he looked at, he was a complete victory. Zhu Ling, who was on the side, suddenly spoke:
"Since Xiao Jiang is here."
She glanced at Wei Fuyuan:
"Then, Xiaowei, there is no need for him to continue to work part-time here, right?"
Wei Fuyuan: "!!"
He thought that he had been working here for three months conscientiously, without credit or hard work, so why should he get Zhu Ling's favorability? I didn't expect that a newcomer had just arrived, and I didn't even know what the ability and level were, so I couldn't wait to fire him!
- This can't be done! !
"We signed a contract!"
Wei Fuyuan jumped up immediately.
When he first applied for the job, he had agreed on a three-month probationary period. Now that the three months have passed, Wei Fuyuan has long since changed his career and signed a new contract.
"I remember very clearly that the newly signed labor contract stipulates that dismissal must be notified at least one month in advance. You can't let me go now!"
Zhu Ling was silent.
Indeed, as a piece of vermilion and ink, she has a natural inspiration for any word, and as long as she "touches" it once, it will be permanently imprinted in her mind.
She had touched Wei Fuyuan's labor contract, and she remembered the terms. It was certain that the kid did not talk nonsense.
Zhu Ling turned his head and glared at Beiquan, and said only four words:
"You come with me."
After speaking, she turned her head and walked straight into the study.
"I'm going to discuss with Zhu Ling."
Beiquan smiled at Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an:
"You wait here."
After he finished speaking, he also entered the study and closed the door.
"Okay, let's talk about it."
Zhu Ling left the only chair to Beiquan, while he leaned against the bookshelf with his hands up and a serious expression on his face.
"What are you going to do with Wei Fuyuan?"
Although they signed a labor contract with Wei Fuyuan, both of them actually knew that the laws of the world were not a constraint for them outsiders. Ten ways to fix it.
Although Zhu Ling didn't know much about the world, he knew Beiquan quite well.
Originally, when Beiquan recruited Wei Fuyuan to come in to work, Zhu Ling was very opposed.
In her opinion, it is unwise to involve innocent people in danger, and it is easy to cause trouble.
However, Beiquan said at the time that adding Wei Fuyuan was only temporary. When a new partner came, Wei Fuyuan's memory would be erased, allowing him to leave "Santuchuan" unknowingly and return to his original peaceful life.
"Now that Xiao Jiang is here, are you going to change your mind?"
Beiquan sat on the chair, bowed his head and was silent for a long time.
"I didn't change my mind..."
Beiquan thought for a while, but still tried to convince Zhu Ling:
"It's Xiaowei... he's more talented than I expected."
Zhu Ling frowned:
"What's the meaning?"
Beiquan briefly explained the matter of using the Divine Arrival technique to move the three souls and seven souls into Wei Fuyuan's body.
"Xiaowei's power of merit is far stronger than I expected, which will be of great help to me."
He pointed to himself:
"You also know my physical condition..."
Zhu Ling frowned even more.
"Furthermore, as far as Xiaowei's power of merit is concerned, are you sure that spells like ecstasy will really work for him?"
Zhu Ling stopped talking.
She stared at Beiquan with a pair of black eyes, as if to see through his body and his soul.
After a long silence, Zhu Ling asked:
"You don't want to let Xiaowei leave here, do you really have no selfishness?"
The author has something to say: the third person in the supporting role list finally appeared hahahaha