Mystic Master of Rebirth

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Maybe it's some kind of petty bourgeois mentality, Lin Jian's biggest fantasies about making money in his life are just adding a few zeros to the treatment fee or selling the ghost-suppressing amulet at a cost of 300 cents for [-] million, no matter what the profit margin is. After all, there is still a little intellectual cost and labor cost.Compared with Xia Wei's empty-glove White Wolf's skillful hand, this outdated marketing model that still costs money is just like a broken pattern, and there are really many things to learn.

For example, he would never have imagined in his wildest dreams—how could Su's stock price skyrocket even before the firm even wrote a word?

"—It's actually very simple." Su Luo raised his head from the mountain of documents, his dark eyes were as calm as water: "She and I have talked carefully. The key to this firm lies in its target customers."

"What do you mean?" Lin Jian was still in a daze.

"This firm is destined to be unable to open to the public." Su Luo flipped a page of the document, "The Benchai incident is not far behind, and the central government may not be willing to have an organization with huge influence similar to the Spiritual Society. Anti-cult office Concerns about large-scale mystical activities have been repeatedly expressed. Even if there is a mysterious firm, this institution cannot be made public, it can only be kept in a semi-secret state... Since it can only be a small-scale, semi-secret secret, then carefully select your target customers.”

"You mean—"

Su Luo nodded slightly: "Xia Wei and I talked for a long time. We agreed that the Benchai incident was not just a case, it reflected a deeper trend, and it reflected the rich people's unrestrained use of profound arts and secret arts. and this trend can be exploited. This is the key to the whole firm: it does not need to be well-known in a wide range, and it is impossible to be well-known in a wide range. What it needs is a certain kind of fame in a small circle, A certain mystique—that's one of Bonchai's secrets to success."

The two people who didn't know what to do looked at each other, and deeply understood the mystery of business.

"Then," Xiao Zhenyi said cautiously, "we don't need publicity?"

"No need." Su Luo slowly shook his head, "The real upper class don't trust advertisements, they trust contacts and word of mouth. Large-scale publicity will reduce their willingness to buy in a sense, so keep a low profile .Speaking of fundamentals, the central government does not want to make a high profile."

His expression was flat, as if he didn't feel that he had said anything important.Lin Jian and Xiao Zhenyi were a little apprehensive, they looked at each other.

"Central...what do you mean?"

"At first, I disagreed, thinking that one thing more is worse than one thing less." Su Luo lowered his eyes, "Until Xia Wei convinced them—compared to a completely underground spiritual society, a controlled office is much more reassuring. What's more, Bonchai's party members have not yet been purged. If it is just to suppress the relevant organizations, it will be tantamount to freeing up their market. This can’t be hidden, the government has no evidence, and there is nothing they can do about it. Most of the work of the anti-cult office has come to a standstill. In this case, you might as well use the office to lure snakes out of their holes..."

He stared at the two of them calmly, and took out a document.

"—This is the condition of the central government. It is okay to open a firm, but it must not cross the border. In addition, the anti-cult office also hopes that you can participate in the specific pursuit of the spiritual practice incident."

"Us?" Lin Jian was dumbfounded, "We—"

"Don't be self-effacing. After scientific progress, the anti-cult office has let go of Nanshan for many years, and the rest are just like Commissioner Zhang and Commissioner Li this time. It is better to count on the police than to count on them. To completely eradicate the spiritual society, we must' Special talents are not allowed." Su Luo handed them the documents: "So, your first client will be this one—a special person."

Lin Jian took the thin piece of paper: it was a red-headed document, under the huge title of the Anti-cult Office, there was an old but not angry face.This photo is quite blurry, but Lin Jian can still smell the majesty of the old man.

Truly someone special.

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The chairman of Tianhai Enterprise has been sitting for an entire hour.

This is really rare—since he ascended the throne of the industrial world at the age of 44, there is probably no one in the whole world who dares to make him wait for more than 10 minutes, so that sitting and waiting has become a kind of long and vague memories.But now, this memory has revived: he was left hanging in the spacious office with only a cup of cold tea.

Of course, no matter whether it is the prime minister or a descendant of the royal family, anyone who dares to treat the chairman so slowly on weekdays will suffer a lot. After all, although he is old, some terrible hot temper is still jumping under his skinny and wrinkled skin.This kind of temper cannot tolerate slighting and humiliation, let alone an hour of waiting.No matter which kind of common sense is used, he should be furious at this moment, ordering the bodyguards to beat up the so-called Consultant Lin who is pale, has little flesh in his body, and is crowned with a monkey.

But he didn't.

Fang Zhi stretched out his bruised hand for the third time, and tremblingly picked up the cup of cold tea with floating residue on the wooden table.

Cold, bitter, unpalatable like washing pot water.

The chairman is a little disgusted.

But he didn't vomit. On the contrary, he swallowed the tea expressionlessly. The tea flowed down his throat in a cold line, just like the cold gaze of Consultant Lin.

He put down his teacup and thought about two hours ago.

Two hours ago, he walked into the office briskly, and sat down leisurely, his eyes swept over the pale young man opposite him, full of indifference.

Then, the pale, slightly delicate young man smiled, and his laughter was just like his own, a little ethereal.

He spoke slowly, his voice low.

"You are truly prosperous," he said.

Of course, this is nonsense-the chairman of the board of directors has not been remarried since he was widowed at the age of 40, and now he has only one son. Where did the descendants prosper?

But that bullshit had an incredible effect: it pinned the powerful old man in his chair for life, never to move again.

The young man smiled at him, got up and left the office.

……

"It's been two hours." Lin Jian stared at the office from the cat's eyes: "Say I should go out?"

"It's been two hours?" Miss Liu Misi, who was shining brightly on the screen, flipped through the booklet in her hand, with a solemn expression: "What is Chairman Fang's sitting posture now?"

"Sitting posture?" Lin Jian narrowed his eyes: "The legs seem to be closed a little, and the hands are on the knees."

Secretary-General Liu breathed a sigh of relief: "Very well, I'll be out in 5 minutes. His bladder should be almost overwhelmed. In this case, he won't doubt anything you say. Why are you watching me—this is Boss Su’s secrets to negotiating! Our company’s coffee is exclusively diuretic! With your negotiating experience, can Fang Dong’s old fox see through it every minute? If you don’t let him hold his urine, he will die.”

Lin Jian took a deep breath, he felt a little weak.

He closed his eyes, reached out and opened the door.

When Chairman Fang changed his posture for the third time, a pale and thin young man pushed the door open and entered.His gaze shifted and landed directly on Chairman Fang.

"Hello." He pushed the chair and sat down, leisurely took out a pair of eyes from the drawer, and put them on.

Fang Dong's expression was cold and his eyes were piercing.It's a pity that the stiffness that flashed across his face from time to time effectively destroyed his temperament.

"Hello." He replied bluntly.

Lin Jian didn't think it was disobedient, he leaned forward slightly, and stared at that stern and old face without blinking.

"You have something on your mind." He said slowly.

"What's on your mind?" Chairman Fang sneered, "What's on my mind?"

Lin Jian smiled and said nothing, stretched out her hand to help her eyes.

'What's on his mind? '

Two seconds later, the spectacle frame shimmered, and there were a few more lines in front of his eyes:

'The twill runs through the face, and the main relative is ominous. '—— Xiao

Unlucky relatives...Think about the traces of childishness around him...

"Fang Dong has achieved fame, high position and authority, and he is full of pride in life," he said with a leisurely smile, "the only thing he thinks about is his children and grandchildren, right?"

Fang Zhi straightened up.His gaze was as sharp as a knife.

"Go on!"

Of course, these words were full of majesty, like an emperor scolding his subjects, Lin Jian's face froze at that moment.

Then, he saw two legs tightly intertwined under the desk.

"Ah," he suddenly became happy, "Mr. Fang's relationship is a little... not right."

"Not right." Fang Dong lowered his eyes, his expression was cold, "I thought your excellency had some good ideas, but it turned out to be not right—yes, the dog is a bit naughty, eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, etc., all kinds of poisons, between me and him It’s true that there is something wrong, and it’s an unfortunate family. These things have long been gossip in the streets, and Consultant Lin intends to use this to fool me?”

Lin Jian's eyes were calm, and he adjusted his glasses again.

'This is the ominous relationship? '

Two seconds later, the glasses vibrated again.

'Fang's son is a well-known playboy, one of the suspects in the Tiantongyuan incident.Now that the principal culprit is dead, it is difficult for the government to search for evidence, and it is impossible to sue Fang'—so that's the case, Lin Jian smiled.

"It's not a big problem to have five poisons." He stared at this "special person" slowly: "After all, it's still playing the sidelines of the law. The real trouble is the crime, right?"

I don't know if it's bladder discomfort or what, Fang Dong's face is a little pale.

"Sure enough, the reputation is well-deserved." He said slowly, "The reputation is well-deserved."

Lin Jian was determined to strike while the iron was hot, he slightly raised his voice, and leaned forward ("Remember, leaning forward can give others a kind of mental pressure." by Su Luo): "Then, has your son joined the spiritual society?"

As expected, he is the chairman of a Fortune [-] company. Even under the double blow of mind and body, the old face in front of Lin Jian did not move. On the contrary, he just stared at Lin Jian coldly, as if he was suspected of It was not his son who sinned.

"Not bad." He said coldly.

Now that you admit it, it's easy to talk.Lin Jian lowered his head as if nothing had happened. He quietly reached out and pasted a talisman under the table.

He raised his head and saw a few traces of black air around Fang Dong without any surprise.

Sure enough, Fang Dong Gan was willing to do everything possible to seek medical treatment and medicine at the risk of being discovered by the police. It must be because of his only son.Such a thick black air... I don't know what that dandy Fang did in the spiritual retreat?

"The Spiritual Practice Society is a cult, so Young Master Mao hastily joined, so he will suffer a lot from it. I don't know how Young Master Ling is doing now?"

Lin Jian stared at Chairman Fang, trying to find some clues from that stone-like face.But he was disappointed. Chairman Fang still wore his rigid mask, and his eyes were still stern.

"Insanity, physical discomfort, nonsense." Chairman Fang was still concise and clear, and his tone was still indifferent.

Insanity?

Lin Jian was a little puzzled, could it be the sex addiction after the double cultivation technique was stimulated?

Of course, this must not be asked out.Lin Jian could only greet politely: "What kind of insanity method?"

Chairman Fang stretched out his hands with bulging veins and senile spots, and he put them in front of Lin Jian. Lin Jian lowered his head to study his hands—obviously, they were old but still powerful. Although the skin on the hand is loose, the muscles are still tight... But what does this have to do with his son?

Lin Jian didn't understand why she raised her head, but only saw an old face like a sculpture - Fang Dong didn't seem to intend to explain at all.

He could only roll his eyes secretly, and lowered his head again: Since the customer didn't intend to explain, he might as well just look at it from the palmistry. He narrowed his eyes and looked up and down carefully.

Well, the career line is very long, and the love line is almost non-existent - at first glance, it is the type who loves the country and not the beauty, and then looks at the palm prints, it is fine and long, and rarely breaks, it seems that he is a thoughtful person.Finally, the lifeline, sprawling from the tiger's mouth, to—to—

Hey, why is this lifeline... cut off at the age of 30?