Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

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

"You and your wife have a good relationship. You have been married for seven years, and the house loan will be paid off in 21 years. You two met by chance in a coffee shop. Oh, I know, she 'accidentally'

I poured coffee on you, it was a very romantic encounter.”

"You also have a little daughter who was in the first grade of a public elementary school in District n last fall and her grades were not very good. She is relatively introverted and has few friends, but she likes to draw. You plan to buy a new pair of crayons as a gift after get off work today. She makes gifts."

Ignoring the man's increasingly strange expression, the young man spoke faster and faster and continued.

"You and your wife have had a bad rest recently because the landlord next door rented the house to a few college students. They often invited their companions over to play at night, and they also had a blackback that always howled in the middle of the night. You had

I persuaded them to lower their voices at night, but to no avail, so you had no choice but to complain to the property management company. However, the community contractor is planning to change the property management company, and the current property management company will inevitably be less dedicated to community affairs."

"You, who are you? Why are you investigating my family situation privately? What do you want to do?" The man's expression changed from suspicion to panic, "Where are the police? Where are the police?! Something has changed here..."

Before he finished shouting, the young man smiled softly, stretched out his hand and patted his chest. The man froze in an instant. Not only did his body stop moving, but his eyes also froze, and the slightly distorted expression on his face remained still.

It looks more and more terrifying.

Gu Wanwan covered his mouth.

"Mind reading." The young man gave her a complacent look, then turned back to face the man. He closed his eyes and meditated for a few seconds before suddenly opening his eyes, "Okay, you will count down to 'zero' with me.

And slowly open your eyes, in the process of waking up, you will forget all the conversations between us, and feel in a good mood. When you arrive at the company, you will go directly to the supervisor to run the company and be honest about your thoughts." His voice.

It dropped an octave, as if with some bewitching power, "Three...two...one...zero."

He lightly snapped his fingers and said, "Hypnosis."

The middle-aged man opened his eyes following his voice, and everything returned to the beginning, "So, what questions do you want to ask me?"

"I have already asked, sir, your response is very good. On behalf of our company, I would like to thank you for your enthusiastic participation." The young man's tone was enthusiastic and innocent, as if he was really a college student who participated in street investigations while working as a student in his spare time. "

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, "Is it over?"

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

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, but did not ask any more questions. He just stood there for a few seconds.

"By the way, sir," the boy took her two steps forward and then turned back, "If you want to buy a gift for your daughter, don't buy seventy-two colors of crayons, try colored pencils."