Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Shaoyang asked: "How does this person know that you are born with a character?"

Zhou Ming thought about it and said: "My company's official website has my personal introduction, which mentions the date of birth. He is afraid to see it from here." I immediately picked up the phone and made a call to an employee. Hey, he immediately revised his profile.

Zhou Jingru hated and said: "This Wang Chengzhen is abhorrent, Dad, otherwise we will pay back the teeth and use a similar method to punish him. What kind of Master he invited, certainly no Shaoyang brother is powerful."

Zhou Ming shook his head: "Ghost tricks, it is the villain, your father, I don't bother to use it. If I retaliate against him, I also use a proper business method to make him lose, but he has to serve."

Ye Shaoyang’s heart is moving. This is indeed a Confucian merchant with a lot of temperament and temperament. It is no accident that business can be so big.

Ye Shaoyang took another piece of rice paper and drew a note to Zhou Ming.

"This is a gas-raising symbol. You put it on Dantian... It is under the navel, which can speed up the recovery of vitality. After three days, you can get out of bed and return to normal."

Zhou Ming cast a grateful glimpse on him, and even the title changed: "Small leaf, thank you very much this time, you are a good friend with Xiaoru, we are our own people, thank you for not saying anything, what will happen later? Difficult, just open the mouth."

The trouble was ruled out. Although Zhou Ming had not recovered yet, but he was relaxed, he said to Ye Shaoyang: "Small leaf, I just saw your pen and grind posture, very skilled, do you know calligraphy?"

Ye Shaoyang smiled and said, "Draw a brush for more than ten years and be a little skilled."

"You are modest, how about you see me?"

Ye Shaoyang picked up a word written on the coffee table with a cursive line on it, and a word below it, which is a script.

Ye Shaoyang looked at it for a while and said: "Zhou Shu, your script is both round and round, and the end of the pen is powerful. There is nothing to say. The saying goes like a person, your words are related to your character and the manner in which you do business. You do Business, certainly a gentleman has a good way, start with decisiveness, not dragging the water."

Zhou Ming smiled and nodded. Everyone loves to listen.

"However," Ye Shaoyang said, "Because your character is just right, not the scale, the work is very rational, your cursive... Although the brushwork is very good, but lacks a kind of bold, madness, momentary passion and inspiration. , swaying, pen and dragon snakes, often better able to write cursive boutique."

Zhou Ming stared at Ye Shaoyang, his eyes showing the color of appreciation, slowly nodding, and surprised to praise: "I really didn't expect that Xiaoye is a good man, and he has such deep insights into calligraphy. It's amazing! Please write a word, let I appreciate it."

Ye Shaoyang arched his hand. "I said that I didn't practice it. I said it was beautiful. I didn't write well. I didn't offer ugliness."

Zhou Ming smiled, did not force, turned to Zhou Jingru said: "Xiaoru, you have to get along with Xiaoye, he is very different from your class of friends."

"I know, I didn't make Shaoyang brother an ordinary friend." When I said it, I felt uncomfortable and my face was blushing.

Zhou Ming was weak and inconvenient to get out of bed. After three more thanks, he entrusted Zhou Jingru to send Ye Shaoyang back.

The two walked out of the hospital building together and went to the parking lot of the hospital. Zhou Jingru walked toward a red car and opened the door.

Ye Shaoyang squatted, standing behind the rear of the car, the sign did not know, but the car looks good, very luxurious, has four vents, it feels good to be a good car.

"What's wrong, get on the bus." Zhou Jingru cried back.

"This is also your car?" Ye Shaoyang asked after getting on the bus.

"This is my car. The Lamborghini is my father. I used to have a bad shoulder and it was not convenient to drive. So my father loaned his driver to me. She wouldn’t drive my car for a while. I drove his car to pick me up."

Ye Shaoyang stunned, "The beautiful driver, is your father?"

"Of course, I don't want a driver, I like to drive myself."

Ye Shaoyang’s meaningful “噢” sounded, and Zhou Jingru reacted and glanced at him: “What do you think is the driver. My father is not that kind of person.”

"Which kind of person?" Ye Shaoyang was confused.

"Hey, you have a few in your heart."

Ye Shaoyang smiled embarrassedly. "Right, what is this car?"

"Porsche Cayenne, I don't like to be too swaying, this car is not expensive, it is very low-key."

"Oh, how much?" Ye Shaoyang asked casually.

"Not expensive, one hundred thousand."

Ye Shaoyang has a black line and talks to rich people. The pressure is really big.

Zhou Jingru drove while asking about Ye Shaoyang's recent whereabouts. What is the so-called urgent matter? Ye Shaoyang said it as concisely as possible, or Zhou Jingru was shocked and almost opened the car with a protective belt.

"So why don't you tell me so early?" Zhou Jingru whispered a small mouth and said unpleasantly.

"What do you say to you," Ye Shaoyang looked at her inexplicably. "It doesn't matter to you. I don't want you to get involved, it's too dangerous."

"It's dangerous. If you have an accident, please come back to me next time. You should tell me in advance. If you don't help me, can you help me out?"

Ye Shaoyang’s heart moved and nodded.

Zhou Jingru drove to the place where he lived and saw a dilapidated building around him. He said, "You won't live here?"

"Don't look outside, it's OK." Ye Shaoyang smiled. "This is the home of the policewoman. I don't collect money. I have a good place to live."

Zhou Jingru heard that she was the home of the policewoman. She was a bit uncomfortable at the moment. She proposed to help Ye Shaoyang to change her house. Ye Shaoyang knew that she could get her hands. Even if it was not a villa, it must be a high-end residence. I thought about it and shook my head: "After Let me talk, if you need it, I will find you again."

Zhou Jingru was a little surprised on the spot and dissatisfied with the authenticity: "Do you like to live in this broken house, or is this because someone is sending a house?"

Ye Shaoyang stunned, did not expect her to think so, then smiled. "Sister, you want more, I live here, the first is because it is close to the school, the second is that things have moved, too lazy to move to the place, and although this building is broken, there is nothing missing in it, it is very convenient to live. It doesn't matter to the police officer, she doesn't live here."

Zhou Jingru listened to him saying that he had nothing to say.

Ye Shaoyang went to her with her, got off the bus and went to the residence. She didn't wait to go upstairs. He called Lengyu and asked him to go to the Yalan Bar. Ye Shaoyang had a happy heart. The first reaction was to let Zhou Jingru drive the car back and send it. In the past, I realized how stupid this idea was, and I took a taxi and rushed over.

In the afternoon bar, there are not many people. The cold jade is wearing a blue dress. The temperament is cold and noble. Sitting in the old position, the wine glass in front is still the kind of bright red blood.