psychochemist

Chapter 10
Yong Kee dry pot.This is Yu Fan's favorite dry pot restaurant. For Fan, there are only two types of dry pot, Yongji dry pot and others.

Yu Fan and Chen Xiangyang talked happily.In a strange city, the happiest thing is to have delicious food with friends after a busy day.

The evening of the city puts a hazy veil on the city, and under this veil, everyone is more real. At this time, there are no general managers, police officers, directors, security guards, white-collar workers...only friends, brothers, fathers, family members... Letting go of the identity during the day, everyone can relax more easily and show their true self in the dark, which is why the lights in the disco are always so dark, not only to set off the atmosphere of the main stage, but also to indulge the audience in the audience own space.

Chen Frameyang: "Have you recovered from your cold? You looked like you were going to die last night."

Yu Fan: "I have a small cold, just sleep and it will be fine. But you really have to thank me, for helping you, we offended a big client of ours last night."

Chen Xingyang: "Oh, what else is there? Then this is too unfortunate, hahaha. If you eat more, I will give you compensation."

Yu Fan joked, "That's up to you to say, you're treating me today."

Yu Fan and Chen Jiayang looked at each other and laughed.

At this time, Yu Fan asked curiously: "Old Chen, you went back to interrogate that master last night, did you gain anything?"

Chen Xingyang also calmed down, twisted a spare rib, took a bite without biting it, and picked it out with chopsticks and put it in a bowl.He sighed and said, "The interrogation is over. He's just a charlatan, talking nonsense, but I feel that their organizational structure is very strict, and there should be fish that slipped through the net. We'll have another trial when we go back, and catch all the fish that slipped through the net."

Yu Fan: "However, I don't think things are that simple. The fish that slipped through your net may not just be small fish."

Chen Xingyang stopped the food in his mouth, and asked in confusion: "What do you mean? This Master Jielu is not a BOSS, and there is a mastermind behind him?"

Yu Fan said: "The number of people in the room is controlled within 150 people. This number is exactly Dunbar's number. 150 people is the upper limit of stability accepted by the human mind. If it exceeds this number, the crowd will be difficult to control. The layout of the venue is also carefully designed. Yes, the stools are very close to each other, breaking the safe distance of human beings and forcibly breaking through the psychological defense barriers of people, it is easier to influence the audience. The time of the meeting is after dinner, when the blood supply to the human brain is insufficient. People It is more suitable for being hypnotized. The high density of people in the room and the high concentration of carbon dioxide make people's thinking stagnant and self-conscious. Coupled with the stimulating high-decibel dynamic music, people can't communicate with others, and they are more likely to fall into the environment , and so on. So many small tricks of psychological suggestion appearing at the same time, it does not seem to be a coincidence, these methods are all designed by people who are familiar with inner hypnotism, and this master does not seem to have such a high level of cultural accomplishment."

Chen Xingyang thought about it carefully, and it seemed that what he said was true.The feeling of an ordinary MLM conference is indeed somewhat different from this one.Although some psychological tricks are often used in MLM activities, well-designed tricks are rare.Most of the psychological techniques used in the propaganda of pyramid schemes are very clumsy. They don't study the techniques much, and more often they use the simplest and crude psychological violence-the so-called passionate speech.

Yu Fan added: "The thing that makes me most firm is that when I asked that master to drink his fake wine (potassium permanganate), his first expression was not rejection, but hesitation. I looked at him I saw him really thinking about whether the fake wine is highly poisonous. This shows that he himself doesn't know what the fake wine is at all, and he is just performing according to the instructions of the mastermind behind the scenes."

Chen Xingyang: "When you put it this way, it seems to be so. When we interrogated him with these questions, he started to talk about gods and the like, and avoided them. Old Yu, do you have any good suggestions? How about this line? How about continuing to dig down?"

Yu Fan: "I won't be able to tell for a while. What I just said is my intuition. I'm not sure what to do next. After all, the police talk about evidence and not assumptions. But if you need it, I can help you. See you again, Master Jielu, and see if you can ask me anything."

After finishing speaking, Yu Fan felt a little regretful. Isn't this taking care of himself?But it’s like a strange coincidence, Yu Fan is very happy today, maybe not only because Chen Xiangyang invited him to eat his favorite dry pot, but also because today he quietly helped Director Shi’s son, and did something that no one knew about. A good thing, which made him extremely happy.

Sometimes, the happiness of helping others is not how many rewards you can reap, but the act of helping others is itself a reward for the soul.

Yu Fan prayed in his heart: "Chen Xingyang, don't agree, you can settle your own affairs, I'm just being polite."

Unexpectedly, Chen Xiangyang said happily: "Oh, okay, you have crossed the border, okay, I will apply to the leader when I go back, and wait for my news."

Yu Fan really wanted to poke himself with the chopsticks in his hand.But after thinking about it, maybe this is another kind of life experience. Besides, their leader may not agree to this outrageous suggestion.After all, Yu Fan is an outsider.

After the meal, Yu Fan and Chen Jianyang said goodbye to each other.each go home.

When Yu Fan walked downstairs, a shadowy thing suddenly jumped out from the grass.I'll go, what is it?
It turned out to be Amao. Amao is a stray dog ​​that often haunts the neighborhood. This is a long-haired dog with black and white hair. It has not been washed and dirty for a long time. It's beautiful, but I don't know why its owner abandoned it.Yu Fan often met it, and named it "A Mao" because of its long hair.

Amao stared at the dishes that Yu Fan had packed back, drooling.Today's Amao looked particularly greedy. I wonder if he could smell the dry pot smell on Yu Fan's body, and deduce that there are many bones in today's leftovers.

"Hey, poor kid." Yu Fan felt pity, and gave all the leftovers to Amao.

Amao began to eat without raising his head, he looked like a very hungry pig, Yu Fan also showed a smile when he saw Amao like this.

Living in a strange city, Yu Fan's state of mind sometimes resonates with Amao.I don't know if Amao also has this idea.

It was really a quiet night, the smog shrouded it, everyone had already gone home, and there were not many cars on the road.Listen carefully, and you can even hear the city's heavy breathing.

　Eat just to live, and live not just to eat! --carbon dioxide

　　
　
(End of this chapter)