I rely on fortune-telling to become the favorite of the giants

In the building of the Metaphysics Union, Xie Qingmian nibbled on the soy milk that Shi Li bought for him, and shuttled through the corridors.

Because of his outstanding appearance, many people wearing strange clothes looked at Xie Qingmian.

Among the crowd, Xie Qingmian, who was dressed casually in only short-sleeved trousers, looked particularly eye-catching.

Because the surroundings are either wearing Taoist robes or cassocks, or wearing some clothes with bright colors and strange patterns.

Xie Qingmian walked among the crowd with a calm expression, not affected at all by the attention of these people.

A mahogany name tag tied with a red string was hanging between his fingers. At this time, Xie Qingmian was spinning the wooden racket in every possible way.

Entering from the hall, when he arrived at the so-called personnel department, a few old men who had gathered around him yesterday and talked about investment came walking quickly in front of him.

Xie Qingmian lowered her eyes in disgust, she couldn't see anything.

Looking down at the toes and the ground, Xie Qingmian was walking, when a few pairs of shoes suddenly appeared in her vision.

He stopped and looked up, and sure enough, he saw those old men smiling at him with wrinkled faces.

Xie Qingmian changed her face for a second, and looked at them with a smile.

"What's matter?"

One of them was the first to say: "The president has something to ask you for, and he's waiting for you in the office on the top floor."

Fu Zhiyuan looking for him?

Xie Qingmian was shocked, he dealt with all the ghosts who came to him last night without leaving any traces, logically speaking, the other party should not know about it.

Then he came to find himself because...

Although the thoughts in her heart were messy, Xie Qingmian didn't show anything on her face, she only showed a surprised look.

"President? President Fu Zhiyuan? Is there anything he wants from me?"

The person who spoke said again: "We don't know about the president's affairs. If it's convenient, let's go now? The president is here now."

Xie Qingmian pretended to be thinking, and said after a few seconds: "Well, I'll go there now."

A few old men immediately want to lead him the way, but Xie Qingmian is really too lazy to flirt with these people.

He still maintained a smirk that didn't reach his eyes, and said in a seemingly sensible way: "The gentlemen may still have something to do, I can go up by myself."

As soon as these words came out, those few people couldn't follow behind Xie Qingmian anymore, they could only send Xie Qingmian into the elevator with flattering smiles.

After the elevator door closed, blocking the sight of those outside the elevator, Xie Qingmian immediately became indifferent.

He casually glanced at the elevator full of Tai Chi gossip, and then pretended to glance at the camera above his head inadvertently.

The office building of the Metaphysics Union has very good feng shui, and it can be seen that a lot of effort has been put into it. Xie Qingmian discovered this from the moment he came in.

Almost all the large furnishings in the building are deliberately placed, and the feng shui of every place is perfect to the extreme.

But Xie Qingmian didn't like this kind of perfect Feng Shui.

Too much pursuit of perfection in Feng Shui, on the contrary, is a bit too deliberate.If it is too full, it will overflow. Some things cannot be too perfect.

The president's office of the Metaphysics Union is in the best feng shui place in the whole building. Xie Qingmian got out of the elevator, walked straight to the innermost office door without noticing it, and knocked on the antique mahogany carved door.

The small gossip pendant on the door was automatic without wind, and then a somewhat gentle voice came from inside the door: "Please come in."

Xie Qingmian opened the door and entered, the purpose of entering was some landscape calligraphy and paintings, porcelain and jade, which was completely different from the modern appearance of the office building.

In the innermost part of the office, there is a yellow pear wood desk, on which there is a stack of blank charms pressed with an inkstone. Behind the desk, a man in a black improved Tang suit is dipping in ink with a pen.

Xie Qingmian took all the situation under his eyes, walked around the placed porcelain shelf and came to the desk.

He pulled the empty chair aside and sat opposite the man.

"Why is the president looking for me? I'm planning to find an opportunity to visit you."

Fu Zhiyuan put down the pen in his hand, picked up the talisman he had just drawn, blew on the wet ink, and placed it in front of Xie Qingmian.

He pointed at the spell: "See the effect?"

Xie Qingmian took a look at it.

Rough, the effect is less than one-tenth of the charm drawn by myself.

Xie Qingmian felt a little disgusted in her heart, but these disgusts could not be shown on the surface.

After a while, when Xie Qingmian raised her head again, she smiled.

"President Fu's talisman is naturally powerful."

Xie Qingmian thought to herself: This is more tormenting than chatting with her brother.

Fu Zhiyuan nodded and smiled implicitly.

He continued to talk, but the topic changed suddenly: "Why is Young Master Xie suddenly interested in metaphysics? Mrs. Pei once invited me to treat you."

What Fu Zhiyuan said was not straightforward, but the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

The reason why Xie Qingmian was treated was because her soul was incomplete and she was stupid for no reason. Because of Qingyun Daoist, Pei Junshu had found many people in metaphysics to treat Xie Qingmian.

As the president of the metaphysics union, Fu Zhiyuan was invited by Pei Junshu, which was only normal.

Xie Qingmian pointed to the sky: "It's not that I'm sober, I suddenly understood something, and started to study. It's a pity that I'm still young, and I'm far inferior to President Fu."

Xie Qingmian felt that he was awesome enough, that he could open his mouth to say such polite words.

The skill of fooling those old civil servants is still there.