magic stick labor contract

As soon as Duanmu Jinyang came over, Bai Er Mao and San Fen both took a step back, especially Er Mao, who hid behind San Fen with a "shua", grabbed San Fen's suit sleeves, and looked at Duan Mu timidly. Jin Yang.

The yang energy in Duanmu Jinyang's body is very strong. Ordinary people at most think this man is very attractive. After all, human life needs yang energy to maintain. This kind of reaction is the same as the phototaxis of insects, and there is no turning back.

Ghosts, on the other hand, avoid this kind of yang, unless they want to "suicide".

As a newly dead ghost, old man Duanmu doesn't have much yang energy in his body even though he looks very old. Duanmu Jinyang couldn't see him either. The moment he walked over, Zhang Jiu heard "Gudong!!" There was a loud bang.

The old man Duanmu suddenly fell straight on his back. Sure enough, what Zhang Jiu said was right. On the first day of the new year, the yang energy in Duanmu Jinyang's body became stronger.

The ordinary people next to him couldn't see ghosts at all, so they saw the chair next to Zhang Jiu fall down suddenly, and no one touched it at all. I don't know why they fell down and hit the ground. The movement was very loud, and everyone rushed Look this way.

Zhang Jiu was taken aback, and looked at the old man in a panic, but there were ordinary people around him, so he rushed over to help the old man up for a hundred and twenty-three cents, and carried the old man to float outside, trying to stay away from Duanmu Jinyang.

Zhang Jiu immediately said: "Excuse me, sir, I have something to do suddenly, so let's go first!"

As he said, he rushed out, the waiter thought he was going to eat Bawang's meal, so he hurried over to stop him, only then did Zhang Jiu realize that he didn't pay the bill!

Zhang Jiu settled the bill in embarrassment, feeling that his physique is yin, and he really doesn't match Duanmu Jinyang's horoscope. As long as he meets each other and recites the words by himself, every time he is very embarrassed, he will lose face as an eighth-level Zhang Tianshi !

The food was not finished yet, but it was already too late, so Zhang Jiu ran out in a panic.

At first, Duanmu Jinyang thought that he was "running away from the wilderness", and he didn't expect to meet "Zhang Tianshi" here. He was very impressed with Zhang Jiu. After all, the scene of the first meeting was too deep. Jiu was patting the coffin and said he was greeting the corpse...

Duanmu Jinyang watched Zhang Jiu rush out, then waved his hands vigorously to the air, he didn't know what he was talking about, he looked like a... crazy.

Duanmu Jinyang shook his head, called the waiter to pay the bill, and drove away as well.

Zhang Jiu rushed out and hurriedly said to the three shikigami, "Hurry up, carry it to the small alley next to it, hurry up."

Carried the old man for [-] cents and turned into the small alley next to him. The atmosphere in the small alley is very good. There is only one street lamp left, which is "crackling" and emitting a faint yellow light. It was old and had poor contact, reflecting the pale and transparent face of the old man.

Zhang Jiu took out a bunch of yellow talismans from his pocket, and the crumpled ones were mixed with the change bus card and bank card, looking for it in a hurry.

The first one is a photo of a lucky star...

The second one is the blessing of the heavenly official...

The third one is Red Luan Star Moving...

Bai Yiyi's face was paralyzed, he quickly picked out one from the pile of rotten papers, and said, "It's this one."

The yellow talisman is wrinkled, like a ghostly talisman, with something curved in red cinnabar.

Zhang Jiu hurriedly took the yellow talisman from Bai Bai's hand, pinched the talisman with his index finger and middle finger, made seals with his hands, and his eyes burst into bright green light for a moment, and with a sound of "Pa!", Zhang Jiu pressed the yellow talisman on the old man's heart .

"cough!"

The old man coughed suddenly, opened his eyes in confusion, and said, "I...have I come back to life?"

Er Mao came over and said, "Grandpa, you finally woke up, but you are still dead!"

Old man: "..."

Zhang Jiu pushed Ermao away and said, "Hey, let's play."

Er Mao pouted, and sat back in San Fen's arms.

Zhang Jiu looked at the old man, he was not so transparent anymore, it seemed to be completely transparent just now, and a gust of wind could blow his soul away.

Zhang Jiu said, "Master, are you alright?"

Grandpa Duanmu patted his chest and said, "It feels like I've died again."

Zhang Jiu said: "Let's just say that your grandson is too yang, so don't get close to him, can you go? Let's go back first."

Grandpa Duanmu nodded. Zhang Jiu reached out to help him up, but at this moment he heard a "beep--" sound. Looking back, he saw a black matte Bentley parked at the entrance of the alley, and the windows slowly opened. Falling down, the man in the driver's seat was wearing a black suit, tall and tall, wearing a pair of black sunglasses at night, with one hand on the steering wheel and one arm on the window, looking at him through the black sunglasses, saying : "Master Zhang? Do you need me to call a taxi for you?"

When Zhang Jiu saw it, his eyeballs were about to fall out. The road to Yuanjia is narrow, and it turned out to be Duanmu Jinyang again!

Duanmu Jinyang picked up the car and drove it out from the parking lot. He just drove to the small alley next to him, and suddenly saw a green light burst out in the small alley. The green light was like fluorescent light, but it was very bright, just a flash In an instant, it disappeared without a trace again. He was a little strange and looked into the alley.

It turned out that the behavior was very strange. "Zhang Tianshi" wearing big black-rimmed glasses squatted halfway on the ground in the alley, talking to an antenna post, and then stretched out his hand out of thin air. There was no one around him, not even a cat. No, it can't be any more weird...

Just as Mr. Duanmu was about to stand up from the ground, he fainted again with a "gudong", Zhang Jiu also wanted to roll his eyes and faint.

Ermao bit his finger and said, "Ah, my lord... Grandpa fell down again."

Zhang Jiu felt that he had reached home today, and he frantically rescued the old man, but he didn't see the target in the photo, so of course he didn't take a photo.

When Zhang Jiu returned home with the four ghosts, he was exhausted. He used his spiritual power twice in a row. He would not use his spiritual power once in two months. Zhang Jiu felt a little overloaded. He felt A weak breath, perhaps because of his poor health since he was a child.

Zhang Jiu turned on the computer wearily, and saw QQ beating.

Love is a withered promise: Are you there?

Zhang Tianshi: [Automatic reply]] Hello ~ welcome to Zhang Tianshi's ghost hunting office!The eighth-level Tianshi Zhang is at your service, specializing in ghost hunting, feng shui forecasting, coffin renovation, mobile phone film, no money for face-to-face, and high-priced recycling of black donkey hooves and dog blood over 50 years old, and the invoice is authentic! [no more reminders]

Love is a withered promise: Zhang Tianshi, thank you, we are back together again!

Zhang Tianshi: ...

Zhang Jiu thought to himself, what the hell! ?

Love is a withered promise: Zhang Tianshi, thank you so much!

Love is a withered promise: I tell you, my wife did not steal a man!

Love is a withered promise: I celebrate my birthday today, my wife prepared a mysterious birthday present for me!

Love is a Withering Promise: My Wife Takes a Crash Course in Pastry! !She learned for a week and made me a super beautiful cake!

Love is a withered promise: #图片#

Love is a withered promise: isn't it particularly beautiful! ! !

When Zhang Jiu looked at the picture, he was almost on his knees. The graphics on the cake were completely invisible, it looked very abstract!

Zhang Jiu couldn't help but complain...

Zhang Tianshi: Did New Oriental learn it?

Love is a withered promise: No, Lan Xiang!Lan Xiang!

Zhang Tianshi: ...

No wonder it is so abstract, made with an excavator!That's already pretty good, after all, it's so difficult to micro-operate an excavator!

Love is a withered promise: Zhang Tianshi, I am so moved, thank you!

The name of Wenyi swiped Zhang Jiu's screen, and then said that he was going to eat cake with his wife. Zhang Jiu really wanted to say, first make an appointment for an ambulance emergency.

Zhang Jiu was a little emotional, and said: "This man has a beer belly, bald head, shaved head, stinky feet, body odor, sleeps, eats, spittles, watches TV and likes spoilers, yet there are women who are so determined. I'm so handsome, why can't I find a girlfriend? "

Ermao was brushing his teeth, and when he heard what Zhang Jiu said, he jumped off the small bench because Ermao was not tall enough to reach the sink.

Ermao jumped down, shouted toothbrush, and said vaguely: "Master Spicy, go find a potboy friend."

Zhang Jiu: "..."

Zhang Jiu said: "Ermao, you are getting worse and worse at learning, are you taught by three points?"

Ermao pursed his mouth aggrievedly, and said with a three-point smile, "My lord, don't wrong me."

Er Mao pointed to Zhang Jiu's computer and said, "I read it online."

Zhang Jiu said, "Ermao is forbidden to touch the computer in the future."

As he said, he opened the professional celestial master forum by the way, refreshed his mailbox, and sent his resume, but there was no response, and there were no cheap second-hand ghost catcher USB drives. It seemed that he would continue to use 3.5-inch ghost catcher floppy disks.

Zhang Jiu sighed, looked at his broken glasses, and said to the old man, "I think the chief Feng Shui master is useless. Your grandson doesn't have a good impression of me."

Ermao had finished brushing his teeth and face, and ran out of the toilet with his face full of drops of water. Sanfen chased after him, and wiped his face with a bear towel. After wiping his face, Ermao "popped" on Sanfen's cheek I took a big kiss.

Then, stepping on the bear slippers, "Da Da Da" ran over and said, "My lord, Big Brother doesn't have a bad impression of you, it's really bad."

Zhang Jiu took a deep breath and said, "Ermao, go to hell!"

Er Mao felt aggrieved again, tilted his head and thought for a while, and then climbed onto the sofa in the living room. As soon as Mr. Duanmu turned his head, he heard a "pop!", Er Mao "jumped off the building" with the sofa, and fell to the ground again, torn apart.

Old man: "..."

Ermao got up from the ground, assembled his own parts one by one, and said, "My lord, it's over."

Zhang Jiu: "I really want to die..."

Three minutes said calmly: "My lord, don't get overwhelmed, you can go see a psychiatrist."

Zhang Jiu sighed. Both he and Duanmu Jinyang were not ideal, but Duanmu Jinyang is the current director of Duanmu Group. Zhang Jiu felt that his road ahead was bumpy, so he should continue to stick film...

San Fen said: "Actually, there are other ways."

Zhang Jiu immediately turned his head and said, "What way?"

With a three-point smile, he said, "For example, let the old man give Mr. Duanmu a dream?"

Zhang Jiu rolled his eyes and said, "It's a good idea."

After that, Zhang Jiu went to sleep dejectedly. When he woke up the next morning, he was shocked when he saw a pale old man laying on his bedside, smiling all over his face. folds.

Zhang Jiu: "..."

Mr. Duanmu said: "Young man, let me tell you, I really went to give my grandson a dream last night."

Zhang Jiu was so frightened that he was in a cold sweat, and said, "How did you get there?"

The old man said proudly: "I asked that young man."

He said, pointing to Bai Bai who was sitting by the window in the living room.

The old man continued to say proudly: "Last night, I kept repeating the word 'Zhang Jiu' in my grandson's ears all night. I counted the number of times, and it was [-] times in total."

Zhang Jiu's eyes widened. He felt that he was already unreliable. The old man was also considered as a leader in the business circle before his death, so he was even more unreliable?

Duanmu Jinyang heard his name [-] times last night?Won't he be mentally weak today, insomnia and irritable?Isn't the old man really holding him back?

Zhang Jiu didn't update the Tianshi professional forum today. He felt that his dream of being a chief Fengshui master had been shattered, and the dregs were blown away by the wind.

Zhang Jiu took over three jobs of pasting films today, and went home in the afternoon. He was refreshing the forum to see if there was a cheap second-hand USB flash drive, and then paired it with a "light-sensitive ghost scanning identification glasses" with the right prescription, when his phone suddenly rang .

Zhang Jiu thought it was a sales pitch for an unfamiliar number, but he answered the phone for free anyway, so he answered it.

"Hello, is this Mr. Zhang? This is the HR Department of Duanmu Group."

Zhang Jiu: "..."

Zhang Jiu was dumbfounded for a moment, and immediately said with a good attitude: "Hello, yes yes."

The voice on the phone continued to ring, saying, "Hello, Mr. Zhang, we have seen the resume you submitted. Come to the company to report at nine o'clock on Wednesday, is it okay?"

Zhang Jiu was even more stupid. He felt that he might have heard it wrong. Shouldn't he be called to an interview, and it was the first test. What is "reporting"?

Zhang Jiu hung up the phone, still in an illusory state, and immediately opened the professional celestial master forum, and sure enough, he saw an email with the company's address and phone number, driving directions, and a brief introduction to the company's culture.

Additional vacancies...

——Chief Feng Shui Master of Duanmu Group!

Er Mao probed over and said, "Eh? Did the old man's dreams work?"

San Fen smiled and said, "My lord, why don't you go downstairs and buy a lottery ticket?"

Bai Bai rarely said a word, and said coldly: "Don't waste it, his luck in this life has been used up."

Zhang Jiu: "..."