The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

Xiang Qiang noticed that after he introduced himself, the master Qi looked at them as if something was wrong, as if he was a little unfriendly.

"Well, our department found that you are a master of metaphysics. After the research and discussion of the department leaders and the instructions of the superior leaders, now our Department sincerely invites you to join and inject new blood into our organization," Xiang Qiang handed a document with the official seal of the Department to Qi Yan. "This is the Department's work regulations. Please read it carefully."

Qi Yan took the document and scanned it to see all kinds of discounts.

"Sorry, I've never heard of such a department in the country, and I don't know what a master of metaphysics is," Qi Yan stuffed the document back into the middle-aged man's hand. "If you say this inexplicable again, I'll call the police."

Xiang Qiang didn't expect that he was rejected so thoroughly and was regarded as a liar. He hurriedly explained, "Mr. Qi, please believe us. We're definitely not kidding you. If you don't believe it, we can help you connect master Qian. He is the special adviser of our team. He can testify for us."

"Master Qian?" Qi Yan looked suspiciously at the middle-aged man in front of him. "Are you talking about master Qian Chengru?"

The last time I saw Feng Shui in Cen's old house, Qian Chengru was among them. However, Qi Yan was not familiar with these famous masters, so he didn't say a few words to each other. Unexpectedly, the so-called special group knew that he had met master Qian.

"Yes, yes, it's master Qian," Xiang Qiang saw that Qi Yan finally had a reaction. He was happy and bowed his head to apply for a video call with Qian Chengru.

Not long ago, master Qian's voice came from his mobile phone, "Xiao Xiang, why did you contact me at this time?"

"Master Qian, I'm sorry to disturb your lunch break." Xiang Qiang took a look at Qi Yan. "We are at master Qi's house at the moment. Master Qi seems to have misunderstood us. We have no choice but to disturb your rest. Please don't be surprised."

"Oh, master Qi." master Qian, who was lying lazily on the big bed in the video, immediately sat up straight, "give master Qi your mobile phone and I'll talk to him."

Hearing this, Xiang Qiang hurriedly took his mobile phone to Qi Yan.

Qi Yan saw that the person in the video was really master Qian, so he took the mobile phone and opened the door to let the three people in. If these words are heard by the neighbors, maybe those aunts downstairs will start talking tomorrow. There is a young man on the 7th floor who looks young, but squats at the door of his house every day to publicize feudal superstition.

The people in the special group did not put on airs because Qi Yan was young, but were very careful and polite. After entering Qi Yan's house, they all politely changed into shoe covers, sat on the sofa and didn't walk around. It seemed that they knew the Warlock's rules very well.

"Master Qian, I haven't seen you for a long time." Qi Yan opened the refrigerator, took drinks on the tea table one by one, pretended not to see the printed sleeping shirt on master Qian, and motioned for the three of the special group to drink.

"Yes, but I haven't seen you for a while," master Qian laughed. He was so immortal that he was not left at all by his hot eyed sleeping shirt. "Have the people of the special group really contacted you?"

Qi Yan looked back at the three people sitting on the sofa, nodded and said, "master Qian, what's the matter with this special personnel task force?"

"You don't have to be nervous. This group is not a fraud Gang," master Qian introduced the function of the special personnel task force, which is to look at Feng Shui and deal with incredible events.

After listening to master Qian's words, Qi Yan believed that the special group was a secret department that could not appear in public, but he still wondered what kind of talent could not be found in such a large country, and what kind of young warlock could he see?

Seeing that the video conversation between the two masters had ended, the three members of the special group all put down their drinks and looked at Qi Yan eagerly, waiting for his reply.

"Sorry, I misunderstood you just now." Qi Yan returned his mobile phone to Xiang Qiang, took it with both hands, shook his head and said, "it's okay, it's okay. If you say this, most people won't believe it. We can understand and understand."

Their too attentive attitude made Qi Yan a little uncomfortable. He coughed and said, "there are many domestic warlocks. Your team doesn't have to find me?"

"Master Qi, we don't dare to lie to you. When we learned that you showed Feng Shui to Cen's ancestral house, the leaders of the group began to pay attention to you," Xiang Qiang said with a bitter smile, "Now there are fewer and fewer xuanshu masters with real materials in our country, and the masters with real skills are getting older and older. The younger generation is willing to learn xuanshu, and there are few talented people. The Department is about to be out of touch."

Some heavenly masters who secluded in the mountains and forests are unwilling to go out of the mountain. Most of those who watch Feng Shui fortune telling outside are liars. There are only a few magicians with integrity, kindness and real skills.

Qi Yan never thought that there would be such an organization in the country. His ideal life should be free to eat, drink and sleep, and read fortune telling to see feng shui save the world. It's really not in line with his life setting to join a small group so seriously.

"Sorry, I don't think I'm suitable for such a serious work," Qi Yan said tactfully. "Our school pays attention to everything. We just want to be free, like this..."

The people of the special group didn't want to give up. They told Qi Yan about a lot of preferential policies. They would enjoy department level treatment as long as they joined. If they made great contributions, they would continue to be promoted. The state will not restrict their freedom too much. In case of emergency, they will deploy local departments at all levels to support their work.

Department level treatment is not easy for many ordinary civil servants, but in the mouth of the special team, it seems that this is only the lowest treatment. As long as Qi Yan is willing to follow them, he will be popular and spicy.

However, despite their hype, Qi Yan still didn't agree to their invitation.

For a strange organization, Qi Yan can never easily agree to any of their requirements, even though they have proved that they are not liars.

After Xiang Qiang and others were repeatedly rejected by Qi Yan, although they were a little lost, they were not too disappointed, because in their view, it was normal for such masters with real skills to refuse them directly without being tempted by their conditions.

Because of their work, the more they understand the skills of these masters, the more they respect them. Therefore, although Qi Yan refused them, they politely said goodbye to Qi Yan and didn't forget to leave the visiting gifts they bought.

The visiting gifts are two fruit baskets with colored ribbons, which look like the products of a fruit shop near the community.

He picked a bunch of grapes from the fruit basket, washed them and put them in a bowl. Qi Yan lay on the sofa with the bowl. He ate the grapes and watched TV. At dinner time, he directly ordered a takeout.

About half an hour later, his door was knocked. When he opened the door, a young man wearing a cap and black framed glasses stood outside the door.

"Here's your order, sir," the young man smiled and handed his pocket. "Have a nice meal."

"Thank you." when Qi Yan took the bag, he accidentally touched the back of the young man's hand and found that his body surface temperature was a little abnormal: "are you sick?"

"It's all right. I have a little cold." the boy's skin is dark. Maybe it's because he often delivers meals to people.

"Wait a minute," Qi Yan turned and took out a bottle of unopened beverage from the refrigerator and handed it to the young man. "After delivering the meal, go to see the doctor."

The young man refused several times before taking the drink, turned and hurried downstairs.

The young man rode out of the community in a battery car and returned to his rental room after delivering the remaining two meals. He put half a bottle of drink on the table, touched his waist and took down a knife.

He stared at the fruit knife that had not yet come out of the scabbard, and was vaguely glad that he had not impulsively committed a mistake today. He turned his head and looked at the half bottle of drink on the table. Perhaps it was because of the customer's smile or his caring words that made him give up the idea.

The young man touched the handle of the knife and pulled it out. As a result, only the handle was in his hand, and the rest of the body remained in the scabbard.

He was silent for a long time and threw the knife into the dustbin. Twenty yuan three kinds of things in the store, the quality is so unreliable.

However, at this moment, he was more fortunate than ever. Fortunately, he met a gentle customer. Fortunately, he stopped at the precipice. Otherwise, the stainless steel one-piece double ring bracelet waiting for him now.

With only one small step, he will embark on the wrong path. Fortunately... Fortunately

Qi Yan finished the meal, praised the food store with his mobile phone, and specially praised the dedication of the delivery brother. After putting down his mobile phone, Qi Yan threw the fast-food box into the trash can, turned on the computer and began to copy it. By the way, he boasted to his friends in the game that he had saved a lost teenager. Unfortunately, no one in the gang believed what he said.

He sighed that the expert's world was so lonely that no one could understand it.

At this time, the mobile phone rang. He picked up the mobile phone and saw that it was Cen Baihe's calling. "Baihe, it's so late. Haven't you slept yet?"

"Go to bed in half an hour," Cen Baihe listened to Qi Yan's tone in his mobile phone. It seemed that something happy had happened, "what good happened?"

Hearing Cen Baihe's asking, Qi Yan's heart finally became active, so he quit the game copy and began to show off his achievements with Cen Baihe. He didn't do a good job and didn't want to leave his name, but there were too many troubles after leaving his name, so he couldn't keep a low-key, mysterious and cold attitude. Now there is finally an object of boasting. He thinks the whole world is bright.

CEN Baihe listened quietly as Qi Yan said what had happened in the afternoon. From time to time, he had to ask a question, which made Qi Yan's interest higher. However, when he heard that Qi Yan had opened the door to bring drinks to the waiter, he couldn't help frowning, "what if he came in and closed the door and attacked you with a knife?"

"Don't worry, let alone that the knife on his body can't be pulled out at all. Even if he can pull it out, as long as he dares to do it, he must kneel on the ground and call me dad." people who dare to do it at the door of the feng shui master are generally looking for a dead end, unless he is more powerful than the feng shui master.

At the moment when the meal delivery brother took the drink, Qi Yan saw that his breath and face had changed. It was originally the fate of young and lonely, early death of mother, unkind father, life in prison, no country for old people and death in hardship. As a result, it became the fate of hard life in the first half of life and hard-working and peaceful life in the second half of life.

"I said long ago that there is no way for heaven and man. I think of heaven and hell," Qi Yan said with a sigh, "but too few people seize the fate and too many go astray."

"Maybe those who can't seize the opportunity don't want to seize it at all," Cen Baihe doesn't like to hear Qi Yan sigh. "Why do you regret these people."

"What I regret is not them, but the innocent passers-by who were hurt by them." Qi Yan turned his head and looked at the game characters he manipulated. He was immediately angry. He would stay in the wild. Who killed him?

When he opened the list of enemies, Qi Yan snorted and muttered a few words.

In a corner of a city, a man was driving a game number to kill people in the wild. Suddenly, his stomach hurt like a knife. He didn't care about the game characters. He covered his stomach and ran back and forth to the toilet five or six times before he was barely better.

But after he finally stopped diarrhea, his game account was already lying in the underworld.

"Sleeping trough!" just after he scolded this sentence, his stomach hurt again. He immediately threw down his mouse and hurried to the toilet.

Qi Yan withdrew from the game page, rolled into bed and said to Cen Baihe at the other end of the mobile phone, "by the way, the blessing brocade bag has blessings. Although the effect is not as good as the seal character, it also plays a role in ensuring peace. You tell your family not to throw it away."

After a strange quiet moment at the end of the mobile phone, cen Baihe's voice came out again: "maybe you should draw a new one."

He didn't say the reason, but Qi Yan understood that the cen family thought it was useless to stop the disaster, so they threw it away, "well, I'll draw some more for you when I have free time."

"Well." Cen Baihe smiled, "thank you."

"They are all friends. It hurts to say thanks," Qi Yanxin said. It doesn't matter. It's easy anyway.

After they hung up the phone, Qi Yan looked at the call for more than 20 minutes and wondered, what did Cen Baihe call him just now?

Like they've been chatting?

Forget it, it's normal for friends to talk nonsense. If you have something to contact again, it's not a friend, it's a superior subordinate relationship.

Yang Tao's parents found Qi Yan's house the next day. The couple carried big and small bags. They only hated that they didn't have eight hands and couldn't carry more bags.

The last time Qi Yan went to Yang's house to see feng shui, Yang's mother happened to be away from home, so she was extra cautious this time. In order to see Master Qi, she even got up early in the morning to have a hair done.

"Master Qi lives here?" Yang's mother looked at the room with the door number of 704. "It's worthy of being a master. There's no need to avoid anything."

"That's not true," Yang Fu sighed. "If master Qi hadn't changed our Feng Shui, our company wouldn't be so smooth, not to mention that people saved our children yesterday. When you see this master later, don't wait because he is young. Master Qi is this one!" he said with a thumb.

"Don't worry, do you think I'm stupid or what?" Yang's mother turned her eyes at him and knocked on the door gently.

As soon as the door opened, Yang's father was in high spirits and bowed his thanks: "master Qi, thank you for saving your life. Without you, the dog would be dangerous this time."

However, the man standing at the door was not Qi Yan, but a man who looked very familiar.

Yang's father was embarrassed to find that he recognized the wrong person, but three seconds later he was even more embarrassed because he recognized who the person was.

Liang Feng, the special assistant of Cen Wuye!

How many people can't hold assistant Liang!

"Hello, Mr. Liang." Yang's father sorted out the expression on his face and tried to make himself smile more naturally and warmly.

"Hello," Liang Feng looked at the couple with bags all over their bodies. "Are you looking for master Qi, too?"

Yang's father felt that the word "Ye" was very subtle and nodded repeatedly: "master Qi is the noble man of our Yang family. This time I came to thank him in particular."

"Who's here?" Qi Yan came out of the kitchen with a tray in his hand, in which a set of tea sets were placed. He glanced at the door. "Mr. Yang?"

"Master Qi," master Qi was in front of him, and Yang's father couldn't care to hold Liang Feng's thigh. He approached Qi Yan attentively and bowed to him again and again. "Master Qi, your great kindness and virtue, our Yang family grinding teeth up and down are unforgettable!"

Qi Yan guessed that he came for Yang Tao's business, so he opened his mouth and invited the couple to come in and sit down. He conveniently put the tray on the tea table.

Liang Feng noticed that master Qi put a tray on the tea table. In addition to the teapot, there were several teacups, no more, no less, just four.

Is this a coincidence or was it expected?