Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

"I...I...yes, my name is Li Cheng, and I work in mt." He opened his mouth several times, but for some reason he actually had to answer.

"You and your wife have a great relationship, you've been married for seven years, and the house loan is 21 years away. You two met by chance at a coffee shop, oh, I see, she 'accidentally' left the coffee Falling on you, very romantic meeting."

"You also have a young daughter who was in the first grade in a public elementary school in District N last fall. Her grades were not very good. She is relatively introverted and has few friends, but she likes drawing very much. You plan to buy a new pair of crayons for her after get off work today. She makes presents."

Ignoring the man's increasingly strange expression, the young man spoke faster and faster, and went straight on.

"You and your wife haven't had a good rest recently, because the owner next door has rented out the house to several college students. They often invite their companions over to play at night, and they also raised a black back that always howls in the middle of the night. You once I persuaded them to lower their voices at night, but to no avail, you had no choice but to complain to the property management company. But the community contractor is planning to change the property management company, and the current property management company is inevitably not so dedicated to community affairs.”

"You, who are you? Why are you investigating my family situation in private? What do you want to do?" The man's expression has grown from suspicion to panic, "Where are the police? Where are the police?! There is a change here..."

Before he finished calling, the young man smiled lightly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pat him on the chest. The man froze for a moment. Not only did his body stop moving, but even his eyes froze. The slightly distorted expression on his face was in a still state. It looks more and more terrifying.

Gu Wanwan covered her mouth.

"Mind reading." The boy gave her a smug look, then turned back to face the man, closed his eyes and meditated for a few seconds, then opened them, "Okay, you will count down to 'zero' with me next." And slowly open your eyes, during this process of waking up, you will forget all the conversations between us, and feel in a good mood, and when you arrive at the company, you will directly enter the company to be in charge of the company, and be honest about your thoughts." His voice It dropped an octave, as if carrying some kind of bewitching power, "Three...two...one...zero."

He snapped his fingers lightly, "hypnotism".

The middle-aged man opened his eyes with his voice, and everything returned to the original, "Then, what question do you want to ask me?"

"I have already asked, sir, your response is also very good, I thank you for your enthusiastic participation on behalf of our company." The young man's tone is enthusiastic and innocent, as if he is really a college student who works and studies in his spare time to participate in street surveys, " This is our little gift, please accept it." He took out a small blue box from behind.

The middle-aged man was a little surprised for a moment, he passively accepted the small gift, "It's, is it over?"

The young man nodded with a smile, and raised his eyebrows at the dumbfounded Gu Wanwan, "Let's go, Wanwan, we should go to the next intersection to continue our investigation."

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, but didn't ask any more questions, and just stood there for a few seconds.

"By the way, sir," the boy took her two steps away, then turned back, "If you want to buy a gift for your daughter, stop buying 72-color crayons and try colored pencils."