A small half of "Along the River During Qingming Festival" hangs on the wall, which is antique and full of greenery, demonstrating the owner's unique taste for elegance.
Wen Rensheng sat on a wooden chair that was entirely orange, admiring this picture of life in the Song Dynasty.
Compared with the famous painting in the memory of the previous life, in this painting, there are a few more special people flying across the river, and some mysterious people who are neither Taoist nor Buddhist, living in several luxurious courtyards near the river.
At the door, many dignitaries wearing silk stopped their sedan chairs and knelt outside waiting to be received.
Obviously, this is the trace left by the aliens in history.
No wonder the Sovereign wants to go back to the past. Compared with the power of the past, the aliens today are more like a group of people with professional skills. They can occupy a lot of wealth and honor, but they have lost their previous unique status.
After looking at it for a while, Wen Rensheng scanned Mr. Zhao's office.
He suddenly discovered something interesting. The number of orange chairs he was sitting on now was one less than last time. Maybe it was broken.
He suddenly remembered that a wooden chair of a similar color suddenly appeared in the guest room where someone lived at home, and nodded slightly, it must have been broken.
After not looking for long, two people finally walked through the door.
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Wang. Whether our company can advance to the next level and jump from a small to medium-sized company to a medium-to-large company depends on Mr. Wang's hard work." Mr. Zhao turned his body sideways and looked at Wang Cuiyan, thanking him repeatedly.
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Wang Cuiyan had a serious look on her face and said very seriously: "A scholar will die for his confidant. Since Mr. Zhao has sent someone to help me solve my family affairs, so that I no longer have to worry about anything, of course I will devote myself to it and work hard to do my best."
"That's easy to say, that's easy to say. You go and do your work first. I'll receive Manager Wenren." Mr. Zhao waved goodbye.
Wang Cuiyan nodded, turned and left.
"Oh, Asheng, I really want to thank you for being able to invite an experienced talent like Teacher Wang this time. You never let me down every time." Mr. Zhao walked into the office, smiling like a
Children in their fifties.
"Yeah, so I can't let Mr. Zhao down this time. I'm here to ask for leave. I want to take two weeks to learn new skills so that I can teach them to the expanded students and prepare for the realization of the job assembly line." Wen Ren
Sheng stood up from his chair and spoke directly.
"Okay, okay, this leave must be approved. Is two weeks enough? How about I give you two months?" Mr. Zhao asked seriously, "Generally, if you want to learn elementary mysterious skills, you must learn them as quickly as possible.
Two or three months.”
If he hadn't added the explanation below, Wen Rensheng would have really thought that Fatty Zhao was being sarcastic and disliked him for taking too many vacations.
"That's enough, that's enough. You can't delay work. Try the water first. If you can't learn it, then apply for an extension of leave." He looked grateful.
"It's easy to say, easy to say. It's not too late. Go and learn now. The sooner you learn, the sooner you can teach them." Mr. Zhao nodded.
When Wen Rensheng heard this, he was about to leave when he asked casually: "Mr. Zhao, is your painting of Along the River During the Qingming Festival authentic?"
"Of course it's not true," Mr. Zhao said with an indifferent expression, "it was copied by someone named Tang in the Ming Dynasty."
Well, it’s not too different from the original…
After Wen Rensheng left the general manager's office, he started calling someone.
"Shanshan, where are you now?"
"What, you missed me?" Wu Shanshan's passionate voice sounded.
"Well, I have business," Wen Rensheng asked directly, "You should have the special profession of a spirit caller, right?"
"How did you know? What do you want to do?" Wu Shanshan's voice became colder.
Wen Rensheng said helplessly: "I don't want to do anything, I also want to learn. The tuition fee will be paid with your previous loan."
"You can't learn it. It's a special profession engraved on my alien species. If you want to learn it, you can only learn related mysterious skills, such as mysterious illusion and mysterious spirit summoning, to achieve similar effects." Wu Shanshan
The voice is a bit deep.
Wen Rensheng responded: "Okay, I'll think of a solution."
"As I said, you don't need to get involved in my affairs." After waiting for a while, she said in a complicated tone.
Wen Rensheng quickly explained: "You misunderstood. I just want to learn some skills that are convenient for handling mysterious incidents, so that I can teach them to students in the future and improve the efficiency of the company."
"Your explanation is actually superfluous." Wu Shanshan hung up the phone.
In fact, everything I said is true.
Wen Rensheng shook his head. It seemed that he couldn't learn from the other party and had to find another place. As for asking someone to engrave him, he would not do such a thing.
My own mysterious seed is something unique, how can I let others touch it?
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After searching all night, on Wednesday morning, Wen Rensheng found the place where he learned these skills - the mysterious skills training ground of the Inspectorate.
As Wu Shanshan said, the conditions for studying there are harsh. After completing the studies, you have to sign a work contract and serve for a specific number of years.
However, as Wen Rensheng himself is a mysterious expert and has the honorary title of Inspector, the restrictions are much less restrictive. After all, he already shoulders part of the obligation to work for the Inspector.
So he drove to the headquarters of the Inspection Department located in the eastern suburbs of Dongshui City, a large park.
After showing his ID, he went all the way to the mysterious skills training ground.
This training ground is located in the northern part of the park. It occupies a large area, with open-air training areas, closed training areas... and various facilities are very complete.
In an office, he found a male teacher who was responsible for teaching soul skills.
This teacher's surname is Qin. He is over sixty years old. He claims to be a descendant of Qin Shihuang. His ancestor's original surname was Ying, but he later changed his surname to Qin.
When the other party saw Wen Rensheng, they introduced themselves and started chatting.
Teacher Qin nagged: "Manager Wenren, you said that when Qin Shihuang wanted to live forever, wouldn't it be better if the masters gave him a different species? In this way, the second generation would not die in the future. It would directly create a dynasty with multiple
Well, I won’t have to go back and forth in the future. So many dynasties have changed, which makes today’s children tired of memorizing. My son never passed the history class in middle school..."
"Perhaps the masters of the pre-Qin era had their own plans. If it's a dynasty, there is always less aggressiveness." Wen Rensheng said casually.
"Maybe so, but it's a pity that in the pre-Qin era, the distance was too far. Otherwise, we could summon a fragment of the soul to ask them what they were thinking at the time." Teacher Qin sighed.
"Uh, Teacher Qin, when do you think we will start class?" Wen Rensheng finally asked the question.
"Don't be anxious. Learning something will be the least effective if it cannot be combined with reality and used in practice. My son is like that. After entering college, he forgets the things he learned in high school in just one summer.
Most of it."
"Now that he is in his freshman year, he can't even solve the math problems in the senior year of high school. What's the point of him studying hard for three years? He wasted his best years of energy and eyes." Teacher Qin thought to himself.
After Wen Rensheng heard this, he completely understood that this person who was talking endlessly to him actually had other plans.
Of course, the Inspector is not Lingshan, and the other party is not Ananda Kaye from Journey to the West, and he is not Tang Monk.
So he just chatted patiently with the other party. Anyway, he was on paid leave. By the way, he was observing Teacher Qin, who was accomplished in the soul field.
About an hour later, someone finally came into the office.
"Teacher Qin, a serious serial murder occurred in Beidu City, Dongshui Region. It was suspected to be the work of an over-age person with mental disorder. An application for assistance in investigation has been submitted to the District Inspection Department. The director has assigned you to assist them in the investigation."
"It's finally here. I've been staring at this for a long time. Those guys always want to prove themselves. They always wait until things get serious before they come to us and admit that they are not good. Is it so difficult?" Teacher Qin stood up and said,
With an impatient look on his face,
"Let's go together, Manager Wenren. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I will give you a field lesson to teach you the basic skills of the soul system."
Wen Rensheng nodded and thought to himself, yes, you just take this opportunity to exploit an efficient labor force like me for free.
However, even if you give the other party a favor, if it can trigger a mysterious event, it will be even more profitable.
So he was happy from the bottom of his heart and said, "Thank you, Teacher Qin, for the arrangement. If you can come to my place if you find it useful, just say hello."
Teacher Qin was actually watching his expression carefully and nodded secretly.
Yes, this young man who rose to fame did so from the bottom of his heart, rather than doing it perfunctorily.
His emotional intelligence is indeed very high, and he doesn't show any impatience at all. He deserves to be a mysterious expert at the age of 18.
My son, who is in his twenties, is incomparable. He is like half an idiot. He is stupid in school. He even feels embarrassed to greet a relative and still needs a spanking.
