Succubus just want to cook

【Hi, this is Pixiu Real Estate, congratulations on winning the first "Big Stomach King" competition champion】

[Our planning department has watched the video of your competition, and thinks that you meet the IP standard of "play and drink" that we have recently envisioned to create, and hope to further cooperate with you]

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"Your cell phone has been ringing." In the dark room, the person wearing a deep purple cloak said quietly, "Don't you want to check the news?"

Han Bo turned his phone to airplane mode, then muted it, and then put it away: "Let's read it after we finish talking, I respect divination very much."

Between the two of them, a light blue crystal ball glowed faintly. This was the only light source in the room. The light illuminated the intricate patterns on the wall, making it look like a small-scale fraud scene.

The liar reserve in the cloak laughed twice, and said in a low voice, "I thought no one believed in divination anymore."

"I didn't believe it before." Han Bo said frankly, "but something has happened recently... I'm always in a low mood for some reason, and I keep having some strange dreams."

"What dream?"

"It's more complicated. I go to strange places in my dream. I'm sure that I haven't been to those places, but they are inexplicably familiar. There are also some strangers who will talk to me. I don't know them, but I am in the dream. It seems that I know who they are..."

"Forgive me." The fortune teller interrupted his words, "According to the situation you described, it seems to be possessed by an evil spirit, and the evil spirit is out of my control. I suggest that you find a feng shui master to change the layout of your home. Could be better."

"I don't have the money to hire a Feng Shui master." Han Bo said bluntly, "Because your offer is cheap, so I came here."

What he said was correct. Although the fortune teller in front of him seemed unreliable, the reputation spread among the people was very good. The fortune telling business was very accurate, and the fees were not expensive. It could be said to be a model of high quality and low price.

"...Understood." In this line of work, there is no chance of meeting normal people. The fortune-teller said understandingly, "So what do you want to come to fortune-tell today? Experience in previous lives?"

"No." Han Bo said, "I want to find someone."

"..." The fortune teller became even more difficult after a long absence, "Sorry, I don't care about this. If you really need this kind of service, I can recommend a few private detectives... If you take the liberty to ask, it's not because The budget wasn't enough, so you went to the detective instead... to me instead?"

"No." Han Bo denied decisively, "I came to you because I don't know who I want to find, and a detective needs to know the name of the person before working...so I hope you can help me find the person. Take the name."

Fortuneteller: ...

The fortune-teller is also well-informed. His clients range from national-level scientific research personnel down to babbling children. A major hurdle in his career.

In terms of weirdness, only the well-dressed but stingy real estate company president last week can rival him.

Asking for location information without a name...

This is not divination, this is simply evocation.

The fortune teller endured the urge to invite this client out, while Han Bo was ignorant of the irritability of the person in front of him, and was still talking freely.

"In my impression, this person is tall... and very ugly, with some money, but very stingy..."

"Is this also what you dreamed about?" The fortune teller was full of black lines, "That can't be called an 'impression', it can only be called imagination, my dear client friend."

"Yes, it was in a dream." Han Bo affirmed, "But it's not a fantasy, because I fell in love with that person who doesn't know who it was in the dream, and even kissed. The senses are very real."

"Actually, I would like to use a more accurate word to describe your dream than reality." The fortune-teller said sincerely.

"what?"

"illusion."

"..."

"I'm not joking." Han Bo said seriously, "I'm telling you the information very seriously."

"But this information is useless." The fortuneteller spread his hands helplessly, "I can't predict what you want based on them. Can you describe that person in more detail, or what you think of him subjectively?" impression."

"I don't have any impressions." Han Bo said after thinking for a while, "I like him very much. Is this an impression?"

Fortuneteller: ...

The fortune teller sighed and sat upright. He crossed his fingers and leaned forward sincerely: "My client, are you here to mess things up?"

"No." Han Bo was also very sincere, "I'm here to seek help in metaphysics."

"I can't help you at all when you're like this." The fortune teller said earnestly.

"...I can add money."

"It's not a matter of money." The fortune teller shook his head, "Last week, a real estate boss who was on the city's wealth list came to me and asked me to do some calculations, but I couldn't figure it out... I just do divination alone. Yes, business ability is really limited, if you want to take advantage of your career or love, I'm happy to help, but I really can't do anything about this kind of fantasy... and I can't make it up to deceive people, can I?"

After the fortune teller finished speaking, he was satisfied to see that the strange guest in front of him fell silent.

Sure enough, he also realized how outrageous his request was.

he thought to himself.

However, the fortune teller didn't breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the faded golden-haired young man raise his head and said sincerely, "I understand, but I'd like to ask you to help me take it."

"..."

Under Han Bo's stalking, the fortune-teller reluctantly used the known information to give him a fortune-telling.

"The person you are looking for is in the East."

"Is it the east of the city or the east of where?" Han Boyu asked carefully.

"The heavenly secret must not be leaked." The fortune-teller said mysteriously and threw him out.

It took a whole morning to occupy the "East" of nothingness.

When Han Bo returned home, he kicked his shoes and threw himself onto the narrow bed.

In the line of sight, the computer is facing the eyeball.

Time to go live.

The video of winning the Big Eater Competition became popular on the Internet, and Han Bo also became popular on the Internet. He called several times from the platform to urge him to make good use of this wave of popularity. Today, even the real estate company posted Information for cooperation.

Han Bo knew that this was an opportunity, and if he made good use of it, he would start a first spring in his career that he had never had before.

but……

Han Bo buried his head in the pillow and closed his eyes.

Unfamiliar and familiar images flew into my mind in the form of countless fragments.

Han Bo tried to catch them, but in the end he was empty-handed.

The fragments flew away, and in the distant light and shadow, the man who couldn't see his face smiled slightly.

"Because sometimes, I can't restrain my liking for you."

I'm dying...

Han Bozhu snorted, extremely depressed.

Who is it? I can't see the face, and I don't know the person, but I can't restrain my heartbeat.

Are you about to fall into a hypothetical relationship with the phantom in your dream?

He was thinking desperately when his phone vibrated suddenly.

Han Bo took out his mobile phone, and a message popped up on the screen. Another message came from the company that harassed him this morning.

[Can I make an appointment for an interview?In the "East of the City", the landmark building of G City, if you are willing, please contact me, thank you. 】

"East of the city..." Han Bo said to himself, he searched for the name, the headquarters of Pixiu Real Estate is on the easternmost side of the CBD area of ​​City G, implying that it leads the financial development of the city like the sun.

east...

Han Bo's heart moved slightly, he switched back to the message page, looked at the text thoughtfully for a while, and called: "Hello, I'm Han Bo, about cooperation, can we make an appointment for an interview?"

Han Bo stepped into Pixiu Real Estate on the second day. Compared with its huge economic strength, the decoration of the company's headquarters is relatively simple, and it even looks a bit shabby.

"Because the boss is the frugal type." The personnel at the reception said with a smile, "It's better to spend more time on planning and publicity than messing around on the front."

"Oh..." Han Bo nodded, looked over the personnel affairs, and looked at the introduction on the wall. There were no photos next to the various managers and directors. He looked at it for a while, then turned to ask the personnel affairs, "Your boss, Is it ugly?"

personnel:……?

Personnel: What does this mean.

"From an objective point of view, he is very handsome." Personnel said.

"Oh." Han Bo was a little disappointed, but still said politely, "Thank you."

Han Bo waited at the front desk for a while, when the manager of the publicity department came and took him into the living room.

The manager took out a contract and explained to Han Bo in detail the cooperation project that the two parties will carry out.

Han Bo, on the other hand, was a little distracted, responding in a perfunctory manner.

"You can take this contract home first. The conditions we offered are good. I hope you will consider it carefully."

"Okay." Han Bo knew that this was the eviction order, and the other party had been looking at his watch since just now, obviously there was an arrangement in the future, so he got up knowingly, "Then I will take my leave first."

The manager also got up, ready to shake hands with him to say goodbye, but at this moment the phone rang, and he said sorry, and answered "Hello, Mr. Jia", but his expression suddenly changed.

"Yes...it's still there, you want to come over? Okay, okay, I'll let him stay for a while."

"Wait a minute!" The manager hung up the phone, and hurriedly stopped Han Bo who was going out, "Can you stay a little longer, Mr. Jia wants to see you."

"Mr. Jia?"

"Jia Pixiu." The manager looked at Han Bo's pale face, "Do you know him?"

"Probably because I don't know..." Fragments began to dance in his mind again, and Han Bo rubbed his temples, confirming, "I'm just waiting here?"

"Yes, sorry to trouble you."

Han Bo sat down on the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and felt the emptiness of the mist rising, and the figure in the mist was faintly visible.

Who is it?

Han Bo frowned, unable to recognize the man's identity.

The sun came out from the clouds, and the sunlight shone through the glass into the room at the eastern end of the tall building. Han Bo was blinded by the light, and there were two knocks on the door next to his ears.

dong dong.

After knocking on the door restrainedly, one person walked into the room.

Han Bo turned his back to the light and squinted towards the door.

The man walked out of the mist with countless fragments, and Han Bo felt his eyes brighten, and the puzzle pieces were put back into place one after another, pieced together the missing scene.

The frugal and unattractive CEO walked into the room and extended his hand to Han Bo: "Hello, my name is Jia Pixiu."

"Hello." Han Bo paused for a moment before getting up and reaching out to shake hands with him.

The two held hands, and saw Jia Pixiu, who was still well-dressed and handsome just now, suddenly lost his temper.

"Didn't it mean two weeks at most?" He said aggrievedly, "I've been looking for you for a whole month."

The author says:

finish the flower