supernatural unit

"Master Qin, are you kidding me? A daily salary of [-]? What do you want me to do for you with [-] a day? It doesn't cost me so much to sell myself to you!"

Seeing Zhang Wan's surprised look, Qin Ye raised his hand and stroked his chin.

"Really? If you sell yourself to me, how much will I give you?"

"Master Qin..." Zhang Wan looked at him with wooden fish eyes, obviously speechless.

"Ha, I'm just kidding, you can help me look at the store here in the afternoon."

"Just look at a store?" Zhang Wan almost vomited blood, how can there be such a good thing in the world?

"That's it for now." Qin Ye nodded.

"Are you particularly rich?"

"No, no, no, I just have dozens of buildings collecting rent every month. I remember that there are a few old buildings in the south downtown area that are about to be demolished. Do you want a house?"

It was the first time Zhang Wan had suffered such a severe blow, and he really felt that his blood had already flowed into his throat.

He had a premonition that as long as Qin Ye said one more word, he would fall to the ground and die.

"You're welcome, Xiao Zhang, meeting is fate, just treat it as a housing subsidy, it doesn't matter if I give you two or three sets!"

Qin Ye had an expression of "Kiss, I suggest you quickly confirm the order", Zhang Wan gritted his teeth, and extremely doubted whether Master Qin didn't know how much a house is worth now.

Heh...heh, hateful, hateful rich man.

I was angry for a second.

The next second, he lowered his head, stretched out his hand and bumped Qin Ye's shoulder in embarrassment.

"Master Qin, you are too polite."

In order to make such a move, Zhang Wan's face turned red.

Nothing else, his mind is now full of demolished houses in the south city center.

Qin Ye smiled ten thousand times more refreshingly than him. He shook his head and said:

"Just work hard, the salary will be paid every day, and the house will be given to you next month. I will accompany you home tonight and meet the little girl in red."

After spending so long with him, Zhang Wan finally got some valuable news.

He jumped up and lay down on the counter, looked at Qin Ye sincerely and said:

"Master Qin, do you mean that you are willing to save my life?"

"No." Qin Ye shook his head and said, "Let's go see the client."

"..." Zhang Wan's smile froze on his face, he looked at Qin Ye's face, but didn't realize what he was saying.

Seeing his smile gradually disappearing, Qin Ye curled up his eyes and smiled sweetly.

"Don't be afraid, isn't it just a ghost? If you meet each other a few times, you will get to know each other better?"

"Then you have to have this life to get to know them! Master Qin, Master Qin, etc., if you pay me such a high salary, the job content will not be..."

Zhang Wan's voice was full of tears. Seeing him like this, Qin Ye leaned closer and put his index finger on his lips.

The two looked at each other, and Zhang Wan stared at Qin Ye's pale brown eyes, dumbfounded.

"Well, I'll make you a barrier, which can greatly reduce your fear of seeing ghosts."

Zhang Wan was first obsessed with money, and now he is obsessed with sex. He even forgot his last name for a while.

"Is it the kind of enchantment with its own golden light? The kind that will be stabbed and bounced away when the ghost reaches out to touch me?"

Qin Ye looked at his earnest face, smiled kindly, and even showed a little cuteness.

"No, you will know when the time comes, and you will thank me."

After finishing speaking, Qin Ye walked slowly to a cabinet like a cash register at the back, opened the small wooden door, and took out a red talisman paper from inside.

He picked up a ballpoint pen at random, and drew symbols while studying.

After drawing it, he picked up the talisman and shook it, took out a lighter from the counter, put the talisman paper into a cup, and lit it on fire.

After finishing this, Qin Ye took a bottle of Coke from the shelf and gave Zhang Wan a sideways look.

"Will Coke work? Or do you prefer Sprite?"

Zhang Wan suddenly felt a little confused, he shook his head: "I think the taste of these two is similar."

"Then Coke, black water, it won't be so ugly when soaked."

Qin Ye poured half a cup of Coke into the cup that had just burnt the talisman paper, shook it evenly, and handed it over.

"..." Zhang Wan looked at the Coke in his hand, frowned, took a sip, and tasted it, only to find that it tasted like ordinary Coke.

It just so happened that Zhang Wan hadn't drank water all day, and his mouth was thirsty, so he drank all the Coke in one gulp of satisfaction.

Qin Ye pursed his lips and looked at him, then calmly gave him a thumbs up.

The so-called work, so far, is actually looking at the store.

Zhang Wan spent the whole afternoon in this small shop with zero visits, let alone business, and didn't even see a passerby.

He really couldn't figure it out, it was just such a small shabby shop, it was too crowded for two people, and there were probably not many people coming to buy things, so how could Qin Ye invite another person over?

Of course, he knew that Qin Ye definitely didn't just ask him to look at the store here, and that was the highlight when he said he would go out at night.

The boss was still watching Goldfinger Shuangwen leisurely on the recliner. At around [-] pm, he got up and went to the back kitchen to cook two side dishes, then called Zhang Wan, and the two sat at the small wooden table for dinner.

"Master Qin, do you still have food?"

"Well, it's not just food, if you don't mind, you can also pack it." Qin Ye swallowed the rice in his mouth, pointed to the upstairs with chopsticks, "The second and third floors can be occupied, and they have not been rented out."

Zhang Wan took a chopstick of shredded potatoes and put them in the bowl, and asked suspiciously, "Master Qin, the upstairs is all yours?"

"It was passed down from my family's ancestors." Qin Ye raised his brows and eyes again, looking very happy.

It's really nice to have a pair of these eyes. They always look like smiling eyes, and the sense of affinity is simply upupup.

Zhang Wan knew without knowing that he was born with a drooping mouth, protruding browbones, and blue veins when he got angry.When his face is expressionless, it's like staring at dead fish eyes. People who don't know think that he is in a bad mood every day with a stinky face.

It just so happens that there are always girls in the school who say he looks good, and chase him and call him Cool Brother.

Cool... Brother, what an unspeakable product word of the era.

It feels like someone greeted him with a social avatar commonly used by the post-[-]s generation and said:

I'm sorry, so you also surf the Internet?

Cool girl!Can't you just call him a handsome guy?

"Master Qin, do your family members live here?"

Zhang Wan asked casually. He thought Qin Ye was so rich in his twenties, and he should have all his parents, relatives, brothers and sisters.

But unexpectedly, after taking a bite of the rice, he looked at Zhang Wan and shook his head and said:

"No, I'm the only one in our Qin family."

"I'm sorry! Master Qin, I don't know about you..."

Zhang Wan quickly raised his head to apologize, he put down his chopsticks, Qin Ye couldn't help laughing seeing his serious look.

"It's okay, did you tell me that you were an orphan too?"

There was no dissatisfaction on Qin Ye's expression. Seeing that he was still willing to chat with him, Zhang Wan quickly nodded in response:

"Yes, I grew up in an orphanage."

"Actually, have you noticed? Our names are quite coincidental. Your name is Zhang Wan, and my name is Qin Ye."

"Hahahahaha, yes, I also think it's a coincidence, we are destined."

Zhang Wan could still be very bright when he laughed. He picked up the chopsticks again, lowered his head and finished the last bite of rice in the bowl, eating while laughing.

In fact, he was not full, but on the first day he ate at Master Qin's place, Zhang Wan was too embarrassed to go to refill the meal by himself, so he only ate one bowl and put down the chopsticks.

I don't know if it's because people in the south like to eat in small bowls. Qin Ye ate it with such a small tea bowl. Zhang Wan ate a bowl of rice after him. The rest of the dishes are all cleaned up to be full.

After all, the two are not too familiar with each other, and Zhang Wan is quite restrained in doing anything.

After he finished washing the dishes, when he came out, he saw Qin Ye moved a chair and sat under the old pagoda tree outside the store to enjoy the cool air.It's not completely dark yet, and half of the sun can still be seen in the distance.

A light was turned on at the entrance of the store. Qin Ye was waving a cattail fan, wearing glasses, and holding that thick book again, reading with gusto.

Zhang Wan squatted at the door of the store, propped his cheeks and looked at the end of the street.

After squatting for a while, he felt that his feet were a little numb, so he stood up and looked around. There was a thick layer of leaves on the ground, and there were a lot of garbage blown by the wind.

He went back to the store to find a broom and a dustpan. He bent down and started sweeping the floor. He even used the broom to pick off some cobwebs hanging on the signboard.

After finishing cleaning the ground, Zhang Wan always felt that the glass doors in the store were not very clean, and the plastic curtains were also a bit dirty.

Just as he was about to fetch a basin of water and find a rag to wipe it off, Qin Ye suddenly inserted the bookmark and closed the book, took off his glasses, picked up the stool and went back to the store.

"Xiao Zhang, pack up and go out."

"Huh?" Zhang Wan hurriedly trotted after him, standing behind Qin Ye, waiting for his orders.

"You said that you saw the little girl in red in your home, right?"

Qin Ye put the book on the counter, walked to the small wooden cabinet, took out a handful of talisman papers, and took out a jar of red unknown liquid.

"Yes!" Zhang Wan nodded again and again. He stared wide-eyed as Qin Ye started to draw a talisman, and his brain short-circuited for a moment.

Zhang Wan had seen Fang Zhi draw a talisman, and the talisman was drawn just like his name, well-behaved, and one could tell it was a Zhang talisman at a glance.

However, Master Qin's talisman painting is really devoid of any talisman, giving people the feeling that he is just scribbling based on his feelings.

"Master, what is the function of this talisman you drew?"

Qin Ye was drawing and drawing, raised his head and looked at him, smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, then lowered his head and went back to continue drawing talismans.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhang Wan suppressed his confusion and watched him continue to draw.

Master Qin has not told him what he is doing tonight.

I said before that I would go to see the client, but there is nothing else in his house except a ghost. Could it be that the ghost is the client?

Can this kind of business be done?

After Qin Ye finished drawing the talisman, he put the stack of talisman papers into the pocket of his black jacket, and then zipped it up.

He went to the back to push out the [-] big bar bicycle, and threw the key to Zhang Wan.

"Xiao Zhang, close the shop door."

"Oh, good!" Zhang Wan took the key, and after Qin Ye pushed the bicycle out, he closed the glass door, pulled down the rolling gate outside and locked it.

Qin Ye was waiting for him on the side of the road on his bicycle, and Zhang Wan walked to him after locking the door.

He handed the key to Qin Ye, but Qin Ye waved his hand and let him keep it for himself.

"I still have one, you can keep this one, get in the car."

Qin Ye hooked his finger and signaled him to sit in the back. Zhang Wan held the key and looked at Qin Ye's back seat in disbelief, mouth open for a long time, unable to speak.

In other words, why is Qin Ye so rich that he still has to ride a bicycle when he goes out?

"It is a violation of traffic safety regulations to carry people on a bicycle." After holding back for a long time, he said something like this.

"Our small place is fine. If you ride from the beginning of the county to the end of the county, you may not be able to bump into a traffic policeman. This area is not strictly controlled. Don't worry, come up first."

Zhang Wan's Adam's apple slipped, he blinked unaccustomedly, and straddled onto the back seat of Qin Ye's bicycle.

He supported the back with both hands, stretched his legs and stepped on the bar next to him.

Qin Ye turned the pedal in reverse and turned to look at him.

"I suggest you grab my clothes."

"That's all right, Master Qin."

"Hold on?"

"Grab it."

After the short conversation, Zhang Wan looked at Qin Ye in a daze, and Qin Ye also turned his head after asking.

He stepped on his foot hard, and the bicycle started to move like this.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

As soon as the car started, it was twisted and twisted for a while. Zhang Wan's body was weightless, and she almost thought she was going to fall.

However, Qin Ye obviously rode the bicycle very well. Even Zhang Wan, who was about 1.8 meters tall, was dangling behind him like this, and he insisted on steadying himself.

Moreover, if Zhang Wan had known Qin Ye's extraordinary speed from the beginning, he would have chosen to grab his clothes! ! !

Where did Master Qin's determination and desire to win when he rode a [-]-bar on the road to try to be faster than the car come from? ! !

Zhang Wan sat on the bicycle for the first time until he was almost motion sick. He forcefully forced his butt to grow on the rear seat cushion. Several times, he was particularly worried that he would be thrown onto the road, and then be crushed to death by the speeding car behind him. .