Aoba Office

The matter was handed over to Chen Yihan, and the three of us put it behind us for the time being. It was getting late, so the three of us found a small restaurant to eat.

I looked at the time and called Qian Lan.

Qian Lan answered the phone late, but spoke with the same enthusiasm as before.

"Xiao Lin, why are you calling at this time? Is there something going on with the demolition department? Just tell us what we need to fill in and hand over."

I replied: "Aunt Qian, it's not about demolition. I just want to ask, how was the soul calling yesterday? Is there any progress?"

Qian Lan paused for a few seconds and then said hesitantly: "I haven't seen the progress yet. The master also said that this matter will not have a result soon. He specializes in this and has helped many people summon their souls. My mother’s situation is a bit complicated…”

"Oh, that's it." I was a little confused.

In addition to the classification of monks, Taoist priests, and goddesses, experts in the field of supernatural sciences also have such a detailed branch that is responsible for summoning souls?

Qian Lan said: "If anything happens, my aunt will definitely tell you. Thank you for your concern."

"No way, I'm disturbing you."

"It's okay, it's okay. Oh, there are not many young people as enthusiastic as you. It's good. Have you eaten?"

"Just ate."

"Oh. Are you going to be busy in the afternoon?"

"Well, I have to go to two houses."

"Then I won't disturb you. You guys have a good job."

"Um..." As soon as I finished speaking, the phone over there was hung up.

"What's wrong?" Fatty asked.

"I always feel something is weird." I said with some confusion.

I don't really have much contact with Qian Lan. My only impression of her is that of a warm-hearted aunt. If I want to add another label, she is a filial daughter. Qian Lan didn't seem to want to talk about the soul-calling thing, so I thought maybe it wasn't going well.

The thin man said: "Could it be that the road is not correct?"

I was stunned, "What?"

"To call a soul, generally speaking, it means shouting twice. What's more important is to consider the right time, place, and people, calculate the time and place, and choose the person to call the soul. So what is there to hide? Isn't this the same as Is it the same for people who do business to offer offerings to the God of Wealth in the office? If it is a normal offering to the God of Wealth, it is generous and generous, but what if something like witchcraft is used?" The thin man touched his chin, "Brother Qi, you also told us Well, the people in Qingye will also resort to that kind of unfair means. People like them know how to use it or not, right?"

I frowned.

The fat man asked: "Is it possible to do a blood sacrifice? It's like in the Xianxia movie, killing ten thousand people and setting up some kind of grand formation, then resurrecting people?"

"If we have this ability, there should be dark clouds and thunder and lightning above our heads right now." The thin man said with a smile.

"Are we going to take a look?" I interrupted the chat between the two of them.

Yesterday, Qian Lan didn't ask us to go see him. He said implicitly and explicitly that it was not convenient to receive people at home recently, and he also promised that the person invited would be reliable. I felt relieved at that time. It would be great if Qian Lan could solve it by himself. But today I called and asked, but the result was this, which made me uneasy.

"If I go, will it have any impact? Isn't it very particular?" The fat man disagreed.

I thought it made sense when I heard it. This kind of scene where people are killed after breaking in is also very common in movies and TV shows. I was mentally prepared for committing suicide, but I still had doubts about being a pig teammate.

"If I want to go, I can't go now. It's almost time to leave," the thin man said.

The appointment time with the other property owner was almost up, so the three of us set off and started the long and tedious work again.

Looking at the old and slow-moving property owners, I occasionally think that if everyone was like Chang Facai, our job would be much easier. But the reality is that there is only one Chang Fa Cai, and we have to explain some of the demolition policies to the elderly loudly and slowly. We only visit two houses a day, which makes our mouth dry.

After returning to the car, the thin man drank several sips of water and asked, "How many households are there left to run away from?"

"There are still more than a dozen households. It's not bad." I put a check mark on the list with names and contact information, indicating that I had completed another item.

"Would you like to go to Qianlan's community? Just look at the entrance of the community." Fatty said.

"Yeah." I nodded.

The thin man screwed on the bottle cap, put down the water bottle, clasped his hands together, and prayed murmuringly: "Don't ever see anything bad."

Both Fatty and I ignored his pretense.

"Brother Qi, can I leave early the day after tomorrow?" Fatty asked while driving.

"What?" I asked subconsciously.

"The day after tomorrow, Hundred Years' Valentine's Day?" The thin man reacted very quickly and slapped the fat man on the shoulder, "Okay, boy, have you dealt with Xue Jingyue?"

"Hehe." The fat man giggled.

I was a little confused, "What is Centennial Valentine's Day? Isn't Valentine's Day the day after tomorrow?"

"Brother Qi, you don't know? It's something that some unscrupulous businessman started to speculate on the year before last!" The thin man was very excited. "I made up a story about some famous person in ancient times who got married on this day, died on this day, and got married. Exactly a hundred years, so romantic! Then he got married on that day, and all his stores held activities. How romantic! Last year, I randomly found a restaurant to eat at night, and when I paid the bill, I found that the price had tripled!"

The thin man obviously resented this very deeply.

It sounded familiar to me, "I think I've heard of it..."

The thin man kept chattering, "Brother Qi, didn't you read the news in the past two years? Half of the media was bought and publicized, and the other half of the media was there to criticize. This is a marketing strategy, price kidnapping, and monopoly, but it is useless. In the first year of the year before last, Everyone treats it as gossip. Last year, some people criticized unscrupulous merchants, but this year we all celebrate together happily."

The thin man said and pointed out the window.

Only then did I realize that all the stores along the way had been newly decorated. I thought it was winter and the window decorations were being changed, but I didn't expect it to be a century-old Valentine's Day. This marketing is quite generous.

"I remember that the leader was Longfei Group, right?" I gradually recalled the lively media war in the past two years. "Longfei Mall has all started promotional activities. Was it to celebrate the wedding of their boss at the beginning?"

"Boss Long Fei got married for the second time that day," said the thin man. He remembered this incident clearly.

Looking around the world, this is actually not the first time. Many festivals, concepts, and common sense that people are familiar with today were instilled in consumers through marketing methods by businessmen pursuing profit. Spending huge costs, once successful, the next step is to make profits once and for all, hundreds and thousands of times. To say that consumers are the victims is not the case.

"Where have you decided to go on a date?" I asked the fat man with a smile.

"Well, I bought the movie tickets and ordered dinner. I want to leave early and go to the flower shop to get flowers." The fat man smiled silly.

"Okay. Then you can leave early the day after tomorrow." I nodded.

"So vulgar." The thin man complained.

"I can't help it. Isn't everyone like this?" The flesh on the fat man's face trembled, "The most important thing is that it is so expensive. Movie tickets have increased three times, restaurants have increased five times, and roses have increased more than ten times. "

"You rich second generation, stop pretending to be poor." The thin man refused to accept this.

"The second generation of rich people can't stand such a price increase. The merchants are the happiest," said the fat man.

"You can brainwash Xue Jingyue. What's so fun about such activities organized by sellers?" The thin man strongly resisted this. It seems that the meal he was cheated from was very expensive.

"We've just fallen in love, and you want me to do something like this to seek death?" The fat man squinted at the thin man, "What are you worried about?"

The thin man smiled and pretended to be serious, "I'm teaching you experience. You have to behave well when you're pursuing a relationship, when you first start dating, and trying to please a girl, it's not reliable. I've taught you a lesson with blood and tears! Look at me back then, I started off, and then it was endless visits to psychics.”

Fatty and I both laughed.

"You don't have to buy gifts, and you don't have to worry about how to arrange a date. Isn't it nice?" I teased.

"hehe."

"How is Xue Jingyue? Have you encountered any bad luck recently?" I changed the topic.

Thanks to the black python, I'm here to heal you, smile drops stones, it's never too late, the grass grows and the orioles fly in February for the reward~Thank you everyone~

P.S. There is nothing exciting about the Lantern Festival. You can’t make a glutinous rice ball monster. But it’s Valentine’s Day, so full of hits! I'll get the big move. XD