A fat man who has always been stingy and stingy and suspicious likes to deal with anyone who does what he says and believes in his words. He thinks that it will be easier for everyone to date together. Otherwise, if you plot against me all day long, I will tolerate you and be polite, I will have to hold my breath. How can I live this life?

For example, Mr. Song is very good at doing things for others.

The fat man said something about everything before, and the ugly words were said in front of him, and Mr. Song agreed. Both of them took time to write down what they should write and exchanged... They felt relieved in their hearts.

If the fat man prepares everything, you, Song Zhaosheng, relying on your seniority, relying on friendship or status, and want to take away the things when you come, but you don’t prepare the things yourself. The fat man will definitely feel uncomfortable. Maybe he will bear it if he feels uncomfortable. However, with the fat man’s temper, he will have to turn his back on the spot and put his notebook in his pocket: “Let’s get mine when you are ready.”

So the fat man stood in front of the open car door, bent down and looked respectful, but he held the notebook firmly in his hand and said to Mr. Song who was sitting in the car without getting off: "Old man, pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other!"

"Boy!" Old Song laughed loudly, took out a black notebook from his bag and handed it to the fat man.

The fat man pretended to be serious and handed over his notebook with a serious expression.

"Get out!" Mr. Song cursed with laughter and cry.

"See you at 8:30 in the evening!" Wen Shuo took the notebook happily, put his index finger together with his right hand, said goodbye with a cool swing, and turned his head to leave.

The car drove away slowly.

Inside the car.

While Song was amused and crying, he couldn't bear to change to a new notebook. This was the one used to record Xu Fang's illness before. It seemed quite unofficial. It seemed that the fat man didn't respect his own mysterious methods and experience, so he was so casual...

But soon, Mr. Song put aside these too secular ideas and was attracted by the content recorded by the fat man.

Judging from the content, Fatty is undoubtedly a very serious person.

Not only are the records detailed, but there are also obvious modifications and some additional explanations added.

At this time, the fat man found a noodle restaurant on the side of the road and ordered a large bowl of ramen. While eating, he looked through the notes written by Mr. Song. He felt very moved: "After all, he is older and experienced than us. These sentences are extremely refined. Only in this way can he save paper and pen..."

However, the fat man still doesn't understand some professional vocabulary.

After dinner, the fat man hurried back to the hotel - because it was relatively the best room in the ordinary hotel, there was a computer installed in the room, and there was a free internet access.

This is an important reason why the fat man spent 100 yuan to choose the best room.

He thought that he would have to live in Zhonghai for several days, have ready-made computers and the Internet, and occasionally he could have a video call with Qin Qinzhi, which would relieve the pain of longing for him.

Now, computers and the Internet come in handy.

The fat man couldn't understand some of the relatively professional words in Mr. Song's notebook, and he was embarrassed to call and ask them one by one. On the Internet, he could enter the meaning of finding such words at any time.

Staying in front of the computer in the room, the fat man read intently, understanding the medical process, pathology, drug and traditional Chinese medicine theory written by Mr. Song.

He could imagine how valuable the thing written by an academician was, so he should cherish it and study it with great seriousness.

Of course, the fat man felt that the things written by a Xuanshi were of great value!

So both of them are not worthy of each other.

No, it should be said that Lao Song made a lot of money...

The fat man grinned and felt heartbroken, thinking about how to recover some losses.

Half past six.

The phone ringing rang, and the fat man who was immersed in the study was a little confused and came to his senses. He quickly picked up his phone and answered it. It was a call from Ma Youcheng. He had already received Hong Shang and rushed to the second floor of the hotel where Wen Shuo lived. He booked a room, ordered a meal, and asked him to come over.

"Well, I'll be there in a while."

Wen Shuo hung up the phone, got up and put his bag on his back in advance, stuffed his laptop in, and then turned off the computer.

Turning his head and walking two steps towards the door, he suddenly thought of something, turned his head and looked at the relatively new desktop computer, frowned and muttered, "I'm really willing to invest." Then he left the room thoughtfully.

When we arrived at the private room of the hotel we had made an appointment, Ma Youcheng and Hong Shang were having tea and chatting.

Hong Shang was wearing a light blue short-sleeved T-shirt, gray trousers, brown leather sandals, and dusty appearance, looking rustic.

Well, it doesn't seem.

Hong Shang has always been a very rustic person.

"Master Ma, I've been waiting for a long time." Wen Shuo bowed his hand with a smile, then glanced at Hong Shang and said, "Master Hong's words are beyond my expectations. It's even more admirable to travel thousands of miles."

As he spoke, he pulled open the chair and sat opposite Hong Shang.

"I am willing to accept the loss of the bet, I have nothing to say." Hong Shang said angrily with a stern face.

Ma Youcheng smiled and stood up and walked out the door, and said to the waiter standing and waiting, "Hello, our friend is here, let's serve the food."

"Okay sir."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome sir..." The waitress looked a little embarrassed and trepidated.

Wen Shuo turned his head and looked at Ma Youcheng walking back, and said sincerely: "Master Ma, I have learned two more tricks from you."

"What?" Ma Youcheng said in surprise.

"Walking outside the door to ask the waiter to serve the food, for one thing, and secondly, you said thank you to the waiter, and it was said naturally, not deliberately doing this." Wen Shuo gave a thumbs up: "I admire you!"

Ma Youcheng smiled and shook his head, sat down and said, "It's nothing, people, service is their job, and we deserve it, but respect is mutual, which is normal."

"True insight!" Wen Shuo praised.

Hong Shang rolled his eyes and said in a muffled voice: "It's not troublesome, where are there so many things to pay attention to?"

This guy...

He is born with a stinky mouth.

It's not just because of his bad mouth, nor is it because of his bad thoughts. Hong Shang said the actual situation - people like him, and the environmental circle he has lived in since childhood, including Qin Luofeng, who has always been gentlemanly, has never been like Ma Youcheng in a restaurant. Instead, he sits in a private room and calls the waiter in for anything, and there is no need to say thank you.

As Ma Youcheng said just now, it is all the job of a waiter, and receiving services is what we consumers deserve.

As for whether to respect or not...

Why are there so many twists and turns? If you don’t say thank you, you will disrespect others?

What kind of fallacy is this called?!

Wen Shuo, who still cannot escape these deep-rooted concepts and habits, knows Hong Shang's words just now, and Hong Shang's mentality and thoughts at this moment, and even feels a little bit like a hero.

But Wen Shuo knew that such things were not right or wrong, but the gap in spiritual and ideological realm.

Sure enough, Ma Youcheng just smiled and nodded, saying nothing.

The food was served soon.

After the door was closed, Hong Shang took out a small porcelain vase about ten centimeters tall and with blue patterns from the old canvas bag he carried with him. It was a porcelain that was wide belly and thin with two on both sides of the neck, similar to a vase, but was too small.

"Then, the evil spirit is here." Hong Shang got up and walked over, put the porcelain bottle in front of Wen Shuo, turned around and returned to sit down.

Wen Shuo smiled and picked up the obviously old one. There was also a trace of collision damage and repairing the later stage, but it was still exquisite. While playing and looking at it, he asked casually: "Master Hong, how can the magic circle be opened on this?"

"With your cultivation level, why can't you open it?" Hong Shang snorted and said, "It's easy to remove the magic array and lay it down again."

"That's right." Wen Shuo nodded unreasonably.

Hong Shang said angrily with a reluctant face, "Old Qin and I worked so long, staying in the mountains and watching, setting up an altar to set up magic circles, and rushing to the capital twice, but in the end, it was a good deal for you."

"Luck, just luck." Wen Shuo looked embarrassed and found that there was a thick layer of dirty pieces at the bottom of the small porcelain bottle that had been completely hardened, as if they had penetrated into one with the porcelain bottle, and the hair was rough and ugly.

"Hmph!" Hong Shang picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go.

Ma Youcheng, who was sitting next to him, was amused and crying, and took a sip of the cup, which was considered to be a little respectful.

But Wen Shuo ignored Hong Shang.

Wen Shuo blinked his eyes and said, "Master Hong, this bottle belongs to me, right?"

"That's an old object, you're so embarrassed to ask for it." Hong Shang looked at Wen Shuo contemptuously and said, "I have to return it to Lao Qin when I look back... Then, you'd better be as soon as possible, oh by the way, don't you have a jade pendant on you, store the evil spirit in the jade pendant and return the bottle to me."

"Stingy!" Wen Shuo curled his lips.

"Am I stingy?" Hong Shang turned his back and glared and scolded: "You are generous, how can you be ashamed to do such a thing?"

"What am I doing?" Wen Shuo said in surprise.

"You, you..." Hong Shang stuttered and didn't know how to accuse Wen Shuo. After taking a sip of wine, he said angrily: "If it weren't for relying on his high cultivation level, he was a trick and pretending that he was not a Xuanshi, and he felt that he had money, why could you solve the problem of the stolen evil spirit? And, he would still win with me?"

Wen Shuo immediately spat and said, "I have no money, my cultivation level is not high, and I don't even have cultivation level. Qin Luofeng did this right? If you, Hong Shang, lost a bet with me, you will not admit your claim?"

"I, I don't mean that, anyway..." Hong Shang looked embarrassed.
Chapter completed!