Lin Xianyu pushed open the car door and said, "My father called me just now and said that in ancient times, people from all over the world would invite a master to sit in the hall to stay at home. If something happened to our family before, it would prevent the family from being frightened. This master may not understand anything else, but he will know a little about Feng Shui, geography, and geography, and he may not have to be at home all year round. He just can contact people when he has something to do and then put forward suggestions for resolution. I heard that it used to be called a worshipper, but now it is called a consultant?"

"Ah, what do you mean by telling me?" Wang Jingzhe asked with his head tilted.

Lin Xianyu bent a pair of crescent eyes and said, "My dad said that we are destined to meet you."

"I'm just a kitchen knife seller. You're thinking too much..." Wang Jingzhe threw down a sentence, then suddenly turned around and left, and directly hung it for Lin Xianyu, who was still full of words.

"Hey, hey, why are you leaving?" Lin Xianyu hurriedly greeted: "I haven't finished my words below yet. My dad said the price is easy to negotiate, and you can take the treatment at will."

"Goodbye, there's no time to shake hands!" Wang Jingzhe waved his hand without looking back.

"Gentleman, where is Gentleman?" Lin Xianyu muttered angrily, then took out the phone and called Lin Yuan. After hearing the conversation between the two, her father said without surprise: "It's okay. If people like them are so easy to hire, then any company can get it, and it will be worthless. Just find a way to invite him again in the future, but you must not break the contact, start with your familiarity. Do you have his phone number?"

"There is no phone call, but he will definitely have to come again in half a month. I will just wait for him at that time," Lin Xianyu said confidently.

Lin Yuan was right. Going forward for about a hundred years, at that time, some wealthy families worshiped masters or gentlemen who knew some Feng Shui and exorcising evil spirits. However, with the changes of the times, there were historical changes, especially after the four olds were broken, this statement gradually disappeared, especially the northern generation basically did not exist, and there were only those in the northeast who were still in the northeast who were asked to protect the immortals.

However, people in the southeast coast, especially Guangdong, Guangxi, Hong Kong, Macao, Fujian and other places believe in these popular practices, but the teachers they hired no longer sat in the hall, but they just contacted each other and invited them to come over if they had something to do, and the offerings became consultants.

You are like the rich people from Hong Kong and Macao. They know any masters or experts. They usually treat each other with courtesy as guests and send a large amount of red envelopes every year. In fact, it is to prevent the bond between the other party and yourself from breaking apart. Someone who has a child at home dies or plans to move in, and the company's construction site is opened, etc., will be invited to come and see.

After Lin Yuan’s family had a fuss a few days ago, his intention to invite people was also active. Unfortunately, he encountered a man named Mark Knife who was walking among the people and never sat in the hall!

This is the case with the Knife lineage. They will not stick to a certain place. They are always walking around the people all year round. No one knows where they come from and where they are going in the end. Maybe you want to search deliberately but may not be able to find it. But he may be squatting in a corner next to you, and then spread a few kitchen knives in front of you, holding his arms up and not selling them. He just waits for someone to come forward to credit a kitchen knives. When the prophecy comes true or there is something at home, the Knife person will go to collect the bill.

Wang Jingzhe has been traveling among the people in the past two years. As he said, when he heard someone singing Chengdu, he went to Sichuan. When he heard someone singing Zhengzhou, he went to Henan again. His life was quite free and he went to go wherever he wanted, and he had no place to live for many years.

This time, Wang Jingzhe came to the capital. In addition to his desire to take Ding Wu out of prison, he also had to collect the accounts. After the capital was finished, he had to go to Longxi. Wang Jingzhe said that he basically didn't do anything this year, just collect these two accounts.

The account in the capital was left by his grandfather back then, and it would take more than 40 years to push forward.

Seeing this, I think it can be seen that the Wang family has been a knife-maker for generations, and I don’t know how many generations it has passed down to his generation.

Daxing Tianhe Prison is located in the southernmost part of the capital and almost left the boundary of the capital. After seeing Ding Wu, Wang Jingzhe had to go to the city. This area was relatively remote. He walked two kilometers before getting on a bus and traveled for more than a dozen stops before he arrived at a subway station.

At around six o'clock, it was the most congested time, and people were rushing to the ground. Wang Jingzhe ran in a navy green long distance and was particularly eye-catching with a broken bag. However, he always dressed up like this all year round and didn't care at all. He followed the crowd into the subway entrance, but it was a little troublesome when passing the security check.

There are several kitchen knives in the bag. This kind of thing is considered a dangerous product in Beijing. As soon as I passed the security gate, I was detained by the security guard. l Kujiang|.com) only $ genuine version, and other vks are wl thieves (~ version…0

"Sir, what's in your bag?" the security inspector asked, pointing to the screen.

"Cookie knife, how obvious the knife handle is." Wang Jingzhe opened his bag and asked the security checker to see it, and said, "I am a kitchen knife seller..."

This line was said by him many times when he took a transportation vehicle over the years, and he had to be asked about it almost every time he went to a place.

It works elsewhere, but it is not very good here, because this is a capital city and kitchen knives are not allowed to be carried like this.

"Sorry, you have brought dangerous goods and can't enter the subway"

"Then how can I be somewhere else?"

"There is no other place, it's not the capital." The god-like logic of the security inspector made Wang Jingzhe immediately have nothing to say.

Two security guards next to him were staring at him with batons, and they were very tempted to come forward to capture him if they had any disagreement. Wang Jingzhe knew very well, and even if he was caught, he had no place to make any reason, because this was the capital.

"Crazy" Wang Jingzhe pulled his bag and carried it behind him, turned around and left. A young man in his twenties looked at his back with a little blurred look in the eyes of his back. After he walked out of the subway entrance, he came to his senses and stood up and followed him hurriedly.

I couldn't take the subway, so I had to turn over the bus. Wang Jingzhe walked over to the nearest bus stop sign, and someone trotted behind me.

"Bang" Wang Jingzhe turned around suddenly, and the figure behind him could not react in an instant and immediately collided with him.

"What are you doing with me?" Wang Jingzhe asked, looking at the dark and listless young man in front of him.

"Then, that, what, I, I want to ask..." The young man asked a little stuttering and nervously: "Are you a knife credit man?"

"I don't do anyone, I sell kitchen knives."
Chapter completed!