"If you want to pursue your fortune, the first step is to resign as a civil servant. In other words, you will no longer be a director here." Zhang Fan said truthfully.
Zhang Fan saw that there were two black lines drawn from Director Li's official and financial palaces. After the two black lines met, they showed a tendency of collision. This showed that Director Li's official fortune and financial fortune were in conflict with each other.
of.
Now, Director Li doesn't have much money, so he can do a pretty good job as an official.
If he wants to pursue wealth, he must resign from his official position to prevent his official position from conflicting with his wealth.
"Is there no other way?" Director Li looked at Zhang Fan and asked.
"There is no other way, Director Li, you can't have your cake and eat it too," Zhang Fan said matter-of-factly.
"Then...Mr. Zhang, will I definitely be able to make a fortune after I quit my job?" Director Li continued to ask.
"Not necessarily. Now your official aura suppresses your wealth. If you quit your job, your wealth will be better than now. But whether you will get rich or not depends on your numerology after you quit your job." Zhang Fan said.
, some people have no numerology to get rich in their lives, no matter how hard they try.
Director Li glanced at Zhang Fan, thought for a while, sighed heavily, looked at Zhang Fan and said, "Mr. Zhang, let me think about it first."
"Director Li, you are living a happy and comfortable life now. Your salary is enough to support your family. Sometimes, there is no need to pursue those illusory things." Zhang Fan comforted him.
Director Li nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for reminding me."
"Director Li, I have something else to ask you." Zhang Fan said.
"Mr. Zhang, if you want anything, please tell me." Director Li replied.
"You mainly organize information and case files. Have you seen a ghost like the old man with a white beard appear on any of the case files?" Zhang Fan looked at Director Li and asked.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Director Li looked thoughtful. Then, he ran to the cabinet, picked up a file box, opened the file box, took out a bunch of information from the file box, and pressed it in front of Zhang Fan.
, and said: "Mr. Zhang, look."
Zhang Fan read the information carefully.
This is a piece of information from five years ago. An old man with a white beard and a ghost in the eighth level of the Wraith Realm was harming people in a village in the northern suburbs of the city. The supernatural department mobilized two police officers who had entered the eighth level to go to the village to deal with the grudges.
An old man with a white beard who is in the eighth level of the spiritual realm.
Finally, the white-bearded old ghost was forced into a broken Taoist temple, but the white-bearded old ghost was swept away by a powerful Taoist force. Then, the village returned to its former peace, and the two
The police officers on duty guessed that the Patriarch in Po Tao Temple had appeared, and the Tao Qi spread out and got rid of the sinister ghost of the old man with white beard.
Therefore, this matter is settled.
Old man with white beard? Broken Taoist temple?
Zhang Fan frowned as he looked at the file. Was the old man with the white beard really eliminated by that energy? Zhao Wei had mentioned something to him about the Po Tao Temple in the northern suburbs of the city. It was said that when Fang Yan was healing his injuries,
Just go to the Po Tao Temple.
It just so happens that these two things are mixed together. Let's find a time to go over and see what's going on.
Zhang Fan closed the file and handed the file box to
He gave it to Director Li and said, "Director Li, thank you."
"You're welcome, Mr. Zhang. If you have anything else to ask, feel free to ask." Director Li continued.
"I don't have anything else to ask." Zhang Fan smiled. "Director Li, it's getting late now, so I won't stay here any longer. Let's talk when we have time."
"Okay, Mr. Zhang, you are busy first, and when you have time, let's go out and get together." Director Li said.
Zhang Fan nodded slightly, and Director Li sent Zhang Fan outside the Public Security Bureau. Before leaving, Zhang Fan told Director Li to chat more with his son after returning home.
Zhang Fan saw from Director Li's face that the position of Director Li's daughter's palace mistress was slightly wrinkled. This was the face of Director Li who was about to have a conflict with his son. If he talked more, he might be able to resolve the conflict.
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After hearing Zhang Fan's instructions, Director Li nodded repeatedly.
After leaving the police station, Zhang Fan took a taxi and went straight to Pingshan University of Technology. But before he got out of the car, his cell phone rang. Zhang Fan picked up the phone and saw that it was Yan Dong calling.
Zhang Fan picked up the phone and said: "Hello, Yan Dong..."
"Xiao Fan, there's something wrong with the coffin." Yan Dong's somewhat anxious voice came from the microphone. Zhang Fan kept asking Yan Dong to call him by name. Yan Dong refused at first, but after Zhang Fan's repeated insistence
Afterwards, he agreed, but he still didn't call Zhang Fan by his first name. In his opinion, that was not cordial, and it was much more cordial to call Zhang Fan "Xiao Fan", so Yan Dong decided to call Zhang Fan
"Xiaofan".
"Coffin? What coffin?" Zhang Fan didn't react for a moment.
"It's the coffin that Lao Qitou sent." Yan Dong said.
Zhang Fan's brows furrowed slightly, and the coffin was placed on his head. The next moment, Zhang Fan said, "Wait for me at home. I'm at the school gate now. I'll be there right away."
"Hey!" Yan Dong responded.
After the two hung up the phone, Zhang Fan didn't get out of the car and told the driver to drive directly to the residential complex where Yan Dong lived. Zhang Fan quickly went upstairs in the elevator and arrived at the door of Yan Dong's house.
Zhang Fan, who had just walked in front of Yan Dong's house, felt a biting chill coming from Yan Dong's house, and the main thing that caused this chill was Yin Qi.
"Dong dong dong..."
Zhang Fan was afraid that something might happen to Yan Dong himself inside, so he quickly knocked on the door several times.
Soon, with a "creak" sound, the door was opened.
Yan Dong's cheeks that were white from the cold appeared in front of Zhang Fan's eyes. Moreover, Yan Dong was still shivering at this time. Zhang Fan looked inside the room. The whole room was filled with chill, and the windows were even more full of life.
Ice ballast.
Although it's not the dog days of summer now, it's not October yet, so you still have to wear a vest when it's hot. Why is this room so cold?
While thinking about it, Zhang Fan entered the room.
Zhang Fan came to another room and looked at the big gloomy wooden coffin with golden nan that the old man gave him. At this time, the big coffin was covered with ice, just like a crystal coffin.
Yan Dong has been following Zhang Fan.
"When did this room start to get cold?" Zhang Fan asked.
"About two hours ago." Yan Dong thought for a while and answered truthfully.
Zhang Fan nodded slightly and took a look at the room filled with dense air. This dense air contained not only Yin energy, but also cold air.