I was caught fishing at work, and I dragged the female CEO into the water with my backhand.

Niu Xiaojun took Qin Xun and Xia Ning to visit the garden.

Qin Xun didn't have much in mind and kept saying that he wanted to go to the bathroom.

Niu Xiaojun was having a great time as a tour guide, but he became annoyed when he was interrupted again and again.

"Pull, pull, pull, all you do all day long is pull!"

"Did your butt make people loosen the soil in Chengdu?"

She took Qin Xun and the other person to the living room and pointed Qin Xun in the direction of the bathroom.

Qin Xun walked into the bathroom, locked the door, raised his head and looked around vigilantly, and suddenly smiled.

Oh shit!

It would be too perverted for anyone to install surveillance cameras in the bathroom!

After Qin Xun finished peeing, he walked to the sink, bent down to wash his hands, closed his eyes and opened them again, and there was a contact lens on each hand.

Eye of Death.

Magic glasses that allow you to see the life span number on someone's forehead by staring at him for three seconds.

Qin Xun bent down and put on his glasses.

He knew that the scene of him and the bald old man Jingwu in the woods must have been spied on by old man Niu.

The old man would definitely find a way to test his fortune-telling skills.

As long as he can get through this hurdle, Mr. Niu will get the minimum living allowance.

Deep in the human heart, there is an innate desire and worship for supernatural powers, which is engraved in our genes.

Students who have received Longguo education since childhood seem to despise feudal superstition and feel that they are good young people full of positive energy.

However, they ignore the astrology, blood type theory, and Tarot cards that are popular among them, and keep saying "accurate, accurate, accurate".

What's the difference between this and an old man asking a fortune teller for advice in front of a street stall?

Moreover, as people grow older, they encounter more things that cannot be explained by natural science. Coupled with the fear of death and the spiritual emptiness, they will become more and more superstitious.

And Grandpa Niu is at the age when he is easiest to deceive!

Qin Xun walked out of the bathroom and returned to the living room.

He was chatting with Niu Xiaojun and Xia Ning.

Xia Ning intentionally or unintentionally inquired about Niu Xiaojun's grandfather's temper, and got some not-so-nice answers.

"My grandfather?"

"He has a bad temper!"

"I like to smash cups!"

“All the antique cups are broken!”

"He likes to curse people, even his own granddaughter!"

"He likes to hit people, even me!"

"He has a weird temper. Apart from the big monk, few people can stand his temper."

"..."

Xia Ning's heart sank.

Qin Xun is not a person who is good at interpersonal relationships, and it is not convenient for me to always speak for him, and I don’t know if he will say something wrong today.

Qin Xun was chatting with the two of them, his eyes were always wandering, and he didn't dare to stay on Niu Xiaojun's face for more than five seconds.

After all, the Eye of Death is a cheap item that is drawn with only 250 points of lazy points.

And the note is "This is the power of the devil, use with caution."

Qin Xun was afraid that Niu Xiaojun would find out what was going on.

Niu Xiaojun noticed it, slapped the back of his chair and cursed.

"Your uncle's!"

"It's fine if you talk to me disrespectfully in your office, but why don't you look at me straight in the eye in my home?"

"When my grandfather hangs you up and beats you, I won't beg for mercy!"

Qin Xun was too lazy to explain to her, so he got up and walked around the living room, looking at this and that.

This is a Su-style garden living room.

In the center is a round mahogany table covered with a delicate silk tablecloth and on top are several exquisite blue and white porcelain tea sets.

There are several carved mahogany chairs around, with intricate patterns carved on the backs.

There are several ink paintings hanging on the wall, some of them are landscapes, some are flowers and birds.

Qin Xun stood in front of the wall with his hands behind his back, staring at the painting calmly, nodding slightly from time to time and making satisfied "hmm, hmm" sounds.

Behind him, Niu Xiaojun's sarcastic voice came.

"Can you read paintings?"

Qin Xun was unhappy and pointed at the signature on a landscape painting.

"I can't read paintings and I can't read words?"

"Wu Daozi, the painting saint Wu Daozi."

"With these three words on it, this painting can't be cheap."

Niu Xiaojun walked up to Qin Xun and laughed.

"Stupid!"

“Who would hang an original painting in their living room?”

"It's not easy to preserve. It might rot at any time."

"This is a copy!"

“Fake!”

Xia Ning also came over, stared at the painting for a while, and said.

"This kind of fake that is indistinguishable from the real thing can be worth a lot of money."

Qin Xun felt annoyed when he heard this and thought that both of them were so pretentious.

It seems like they both understand each other very well.

No landscape paintings or Buddha paintings are as impressive as Yua Mikami's few portraits.

Suddenly, a burst of footsteps came.

Qin Xun and the other two turned around at the same time.

I saw Mr. Niu and Master Jingwu walking into the living room, talking and laughing.

Qin Xun and the other two immediately stepped forward to greet them.

Old Man Niu glanced at the painting hanging on the wall and asked Qin Xundao.

"Master Qin, do you also like Wu Daozi's paintings?"

Qin Xun: "..."

"like."

He added, fearing that Mr. Niu would discuss with him about painting style, brushwork, and historical allusions.

"I like anything that's worth money."

The smile on Xia Ning's face froze.

Niu Xiaojun sighed, took two steps away from Qin Xun, and looked as if he was ashamed to be associated with him.

Old Man Niu laughed twice.

"Master Qin, it turns out that just as Master Jingwu said, you are a man of temperament."

Mr. Niu smiled and asked everyone to take a seat, and the maid poured tea.

While they were chatting and laughing, Xia Ning took out a long rosewood box about thirty centimeters long from his backpack.

She pulled Qin Xun and asked him to follow her to Old Man Niu.

Xia Ning held the red sandalwood box in both hands, pushed open the lid, revealing the folding fan inside, and said with a smile.

"Grandpa Niu, I am honored to have the opportunity to visit you and have a chat."

"It's our first meeting. This is a small gift from Qin Xun and me as juniors. I hope you like it."

Old Man Niu didn't take it. He looked up, smiled, looked at Xia Ning and then at Qin Xun.

But only two or three seconds.

Qin Xun felt like a very long time had passed.

Seeing this, Niu Xiaojun laughed out loud, stood up and walked over like a naughty child, and snatched the rosewood box.

"Bring it to you!"

She took out the folding fan inside, opened it, and fanned her grandfather.

"Grandpa, it's a fan!"

“It’s very practical!”

"Or just take it?"

Mr. Niu took a look and said.

"Stop fanning me!"

"The ivory fan bones and the fan leaves of famous Song Dynasty artists, it's not easy for something like a fan to be passed down for decades."

"This kind of fan that is over a thousand years old is even rarer. Don't let them break."

He reached out to take the fan, gently closed it, put it into the rosewood box, and closed the lid.

Push it in front of Qin Xun.

"Master Qin, I took the initiative to invite you here. There is no reason for me to accept your gifts."

"This thing is too valuable. I appreciate your kindness, you can take it back."

"As for me, I prefer others to give me some local specialties."

Qin Xun didn't believe that Mr. Niu liked local specialties such as peanuts and walnuts, but he didn't know how to practice Tai Chi, so he looked at Xia Ning.

Old Man Niu didn't give them a chance to refuse and stood up and said.

"Master Qin, it's time for dinner, how about a quick meal?"

"I just happen to have something I want to ask you."

Qin Xun nodded slightly, and his heart sank as he watched Xia Ning put the rosewood box into his backpack.

If the things are not delivered, nothing can be done.

I wonder how many days Ye Lan can hold on?