I Brush Attributes from Ghosts

"Okay, I'm leaving first, or I'll be late if I have a private jet."

After saying this, Wang Ping got into the Porsche under the dull expression of his young girlfriend.

Before leaving, Wang Ping did not forget to grunt.

"This damn Porsche is really hard to drive. I'll change it later and ask Porsche to get me a custom-made sports car. I really can't get used to ordinary things, unlike my younger brother who can perfectly fit into the civilian circle."

The Porsche engine started, a gorgeous reverse car turned around, and drove away at high speed.

After being stunned for more than a minute, the young man and his girlfriend came back to their senses.

Especially that young girlfriend's expression changed from looking crazy at the beginning to horror, then to deep shock, and finally to ecstasy.

She took the young man's mobile phone and repeatedly confirmed the Alipay balance of the young man's mobile phone.

That's right, it's 50 yuan, not the prank Alipay notification sound, 50 yuan really went into the account of the young man.

"Haohao, you..."

When calling Wang Ping, a young girlfriend appeared who never took what Wang Ping said seriously, but in Wang Ping called the young man 50 yuan, and finally drove away in a Porsche.

All the signs of a rich man forced the young girlfriend to believe that Wang Ping had something to do with the young man.

After all, it is impossible for someone to give away 50 yuan in idleness.

The young girlfriend's eyes shone with golden light, which was the light of money.

She felt that she had caught a wealthy son-in-law, who might be at the level of the son of the sheikh of the United Arab Emirates.

In the eyes of his girlfriend, the young man at this time is an extremely rich second generation who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger in a novel. He is obviously rich, but he insists on pretending to be a commoner, so that he can experience the life of a commoner.

Faced with the change of the young girlfriend, the young man didn't look at it, he took his phone back and opened the memo on the phone.

"Leave your girlfriend. I have read countless women. I can see that your girlfriend is a gold tea worshiper. It is not suitable for you. Now you should make money and hang out with me. I will introduce you to a job. The [-] is what I will give you." Your annual salary."

This is the message that Wang Ping called on the young man's mobile phone when he entered the phone number.

After Wang Ping deliberately transferred the money to the young man, he showed the young man the information written in the memo on the mobile phone, and then transferred to the Alipay interface.

During the whole process, the young girlfriend did not see the memo.

"Stop talking." The young man interrupted his girlfriend's questioning by reaching out his hand.

As soon as he changed his expression of difficulty, his expression was serious.

"Xiaomei, I'm sorry, I shouldn't hide it from you. I am actually a Chinese son who went to the UAE in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. My father has worked hard in the UAE. He is a hidden rich man in China today, not inferior to big horses. "

"The man you saw just now is my brother."

"I have always disliked the life of the rich, and wanted to pursue common people. I feel that the life of the common people is emotional, and the life of the rich is nothing but money, which is meaningless."

"But today I found out that I really don't deserve to be a commoner. I can't live a commoner life. I'm not used to living in a two-story villa, and I'm not used to driving an Audi."

After saying that, the young man imitated Wang Ping's temperament, and said with a heartbroken appearance.

"let's break up."

"Haohao!" The young girlfriend panicked, she had never been so frightened when she heard about the breakup, her face turned pale with fright.

She felt that tons of money were flying away, that's right, tons, money counted.

The young man shook off his girlfriend's hand, his expression full of determination, and strode out of the breakfast shop, leaving the crowd chattering.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what happened to the gold-worshiping girl, I thought I caught a poor boy, but I didn't expect to be a top rich second generation in China."

"Facts have proved that licking dogs does not necessarily mean nothing at the end, and may be super rich."

"I thought I would fly on a branch and turn into a phoenix, but who knew I would turn my butt on fire first and turn into a turkey."

"It seems that I have to think about it carefully. Which of my friends is poorer may be the hidden local tyrant."

Passers-by talked and pointed at the young girlfriend.

On the roof of the breakfast, Wang Ping, who seemed to leave but actually did not, watched the whole process.

Watching the young man leaving the breakfast shop, Wang Ping muttered to himself.

"This guy is so flirtatious. He's good at climbing up poles. He's a wolf."

……

Pengcheng, a high-end Italian restaurant.

A young man walked in.

"No need, I have a reservation." The young man declined the service of the waiter in the restaurant and motioned to find someone.

Looking around the restaurant, the young man's eyes were locked on the dining table next to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the restaurant, his eyes lit up, and his face was full of joy.

Walking in three steps and two steps, the young man came to the dining table and gave excited respects to Wang Ping who was sitting here.

"Boss, I am willing to hang out with you, please take me away."

Wang Ping stretched out his hand to signal the young man to sit down.

"Before mixing with me, you need to answer me a question."

"what is the problem?"

"Are you afraid of ghosts?"

The young man was stunned and looked confused. What kind of question is this.

"Scared, but I can overcome it."

"All right, I'll introduce you to someone later, and you can hang out with him from now on." Wang Ping picked up a knife and fork to eat spaghetti.

Not long after, Lao Chen arrived.

Old Chen had a dumbfounding look on his face, as if he was very fucked up about the reason why Wang Ping called him here.

"Wang Ping, don't you really plan to turn the Yin Division into an organization of men in black? You don't even let the test subjects for the Yin Division go unnoticed, you have to put undercover agents? You beast."

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Old Chen's face was hurting, and he received a call from Wang Ping half an hour ago. Wang Ping told Old Chen that he had found an "assistant" for him to help him, the "ADC", "confront" the underworld.

Immediately, Lao Chen learned the identity of the assistant, a person who possessed three suns, and Lao Chen immediately understood Wang Ping's thoughts.

This is a matter of trying to learn more about Yin Division's experiments.

Because Lao Chen once told Wang Ping that the study of people with three yang and yin fire by the Yin Division is not like ordinary abnormal scientists. It is both human anatomy and human experiment.

This is a bit like studying metaphysics, they study the yin fire and yang fire of the human body.

This kind of thing is somewhat similar to the cecum. It seems to be a superfluous thing in the human body. Even if it is taken out, it will not hurt people. In short, Yinsi's experiment is very strange.

So Wang Ping came up with the idea of ​​going undercover when he saw the young man.

Although Lao Chen entered the Yin Division, the management of the Yin Division is strict, and it is impossible for the third grandfather to have privileges because he is an evil or a "scientist" of the Yin Division.

This doesn't exist.

At most, let Lao Chen do it, and he can't get in touch with the deep-level things. It's a bit marginalized, as if he can't touch it but can't touch it.

"Calm down, Old Chen, I'm just forming a two-person lane for you, don't panic." Wang Ping seemed to understand what Old Chen was thinking, and said with a smile.

The corner of Lao Chen's mouth twitched, it wasn't you who dared to go undercover, so of course you don't panic.

When he was young, Lao Chen sat down and chatted with Wang Ping.

"How is your chat with your third grandfather going?"

"It's okay, my third grandpa still dotes on me very much. After I entered the underworld, he didn't ask me to do any work. I feel like a second generation rich ghost."

It is worth mentioning that the young man was called aside to eat first, so he did not hear the chat between the two of them. After all, these things cannot be said to outsiders.

"Old Chen, try the assistant I assigned you first, and see how he is. If you can, let him go undercover. If not, let him go. It's not bad anyway, 50." Wang Ping put the rest of the Italian Eat up all the noodles.

Not to mention the money earned by helping the prison town as Chi You, Wang Ping earned several hundred million in the Bangzi Kingdom.

Now he is rich and powerful, 50 is just a drop in the bucket.

Old Chen nodded, came to the young man, and said with a smile.

"Little brother, follow me from now on, brother will take you to fly, wrong, brother will take you to hell."

Hearing this, the young man had a dazed face, with a big hello on his head.

Not long ago, Wang Ping told the young man whether he was afraid of ghosts, and now another uncle said to go to hell, what does this mean?

The young men at this time are a bit like the island country soldiers in the anti-Japanese drama. They have fought in China for three years and have not won a single battle. human fighter.

That feeling is extremely bewildering.

What's the situation, aren't the Chinese and the islanders both human?Why is there such a disparity in power.

……

Lao Chen took the young man away to test the young man's character, to see if he was up to the role of an undercover agent.

On the other hand, Wang Ping was still eating Italian food at the Italian restaurant.

I checked the time on my phone, it was 10 o'clock in the evening, and I can still eat for a while.

"Waiter, another serving of pasta, and another serving of your special dish of the day."

Jingle Bell.

Just as Wang Ping finished giving his orders, the phone rang.

Caller ID, Zhang Yan.

"Mr. Wang Ping, what are you doing?"

"I'm eating spaghetti and watching Italian Cannon." Wang Ping looked up at the TV he specially asked the waiter to bring, and there was a bright sword in the TV.

Li Yunlong shouted from the TV, "Where's my Italian cannon! Fire me!"

In the restaurant, the guests present had weird eyes, looking at the TV next to Wang Ping from time to time.

Not to mention... Eating spaghetti, watching Li Yunlong open Italian cannons, has a special flavor, and I feel that the Italian dishes I eat have a little more taste of cannonballs.