On the train back to Dajiang City, Wang Jin sighed.
Li Ming and Zhao Xiaoxian were very enthusiastic and the food was delicious. Even Zhao Guangming, who had never been very fond of his brother-in-law, showed a rare smile.
Everything was so harmonious until the group of big guys who called themselves fans came up.
In addition to behemoths like companies, every city has its own folk ghost workers.
They are numerous and spread throughout the city.
No disturbance can escape the eyes of these local snakes. As long as the task is not targeted by the big forces, they will flock to it.
In other words, Tianhua is actually the territory of these people.
Therefore, Wang Jin, who had just arrived, was already being targeted without even realizing it.
Not everyone has seen the methods of the new star in the world of ghost stories, and they are very curious about this gentle and handsome young man.
At the age of seventeen, he got his own purple card and was elected as a role model by the governing bureau.
It would be unjustifiable if there weren't some dirty deals behind this.
Of course, civilian workers dare not steal the company's goals, let alone touch the company's people.
They planned to show up after Wang Jin was beaten to death, mocking him and selling personal favors to the company at the same time.
Unfortunately, what happened next completely shattered their worldview.
It would be difficult to deal with a strange story on the level of a feast, even if it is just a possession.
However, Wang Jin was able to push him to the ground and rub him, and even almost chopped him into minced meat.
It's outrageous, but it actually happened.
Due to the nature of their work, local cowards all believe that having a big fist is the last word.
So of course they became fans of Prince of Paradise.
“…”
Wang Jin turned up his collar and pretended that he didn't recognize the group of people chasing the car.
"Prince of Paradise, you want to be happy!"
"Wang Jin! Wang Jin! How can I live without you, Wang Jin!"
"Pfft..."
Zhao Guangming's face turned red and his whole body was trembling slightly.
"You look miserable?"
The young man looked over faintly, with a murderous look in his eyes.
"I have received professional training and will not laugh under normal circumstances."
Zhao Guangming took a deep breath and then stood up.
"Go to the bathroom."
After leaving such words, he left quickly.
After a while, Wang Jinqing clearly heard suppressed laughter.
"well…"
The young man gritted his teeth and tried to plug his ears.
His hearing is naturally stronger than others, so he can easily hear what other passengers say.
"Wang Jin? A star?"
"Prince of Paradise... seems to be a Japanese name?"
"Isn't that the young man by the window?"
"I've never heard of it, but it's almost like a celebrity."
"Ahem."
Wang Jin blushed and huddled himself into his large windbreaker.
He had a good foundation to begin with, and his many life and death experiences had added a bit of perseverance to this young man.
Coupled with the faint aura of ancient gods and evil spirits, Wang Jin is quite noticeable just standing there.
"Should I follow Zhao's example and grow a beard to cover my face?"
Wang Jin touched his chin and fell into deep thought.
——
"Hiccup...that's great."
The little fox pushed aside the fried chicken with only the skeleton left, then lay down on the desk and patted his belly happily.
"You little girl."
Liu Qingqing poked Hu Xiaobei, her eyes full of doting.
“Do you know what happens to your face if you eat fried chicken all the time?”
"Hmm...smile."
The little fox lazily turned over and looked at the woman sitting in the wheelchair.
This senior executive is responsible for checking the reports of the Suppression Department and the Regulation Department.
Liu Qingqing's unsmiling character and stern attitude make her a nightmare for many newcomers.
But now she was gently squeezing the little fox's tail, with a satisfied look on her face.
The latter's behavior was also quite natural, as if they had known each other for a long time.
"Wang Jin should get off the train."
Hu Xiaobei shook his ears and looked up at the time.
"By the way, Sister Qingqing."
The little fox twisted and sat up, looking seriously at the woman in front of him.
"Did you read his annual meeting report?"
"Um."
The latter nodded, as if he had guessed what Hu Xiaobei wanted to say.
"Don't worry about that brat, he is quite capable of confusing right and wrong."
"This report is normal and there is nothing out of the ordinary."
Liu Qingqing squinted her eyes, and her raised pupils showed a smile.
"But the report says a certain fox tried to poison him...any idea?"
"Goodbye, Sister Qingqing."
Hu Xiaobei smiled guiltily, wagging his two big tails and ran away.
——
"Huh... finally back."
Wang Jin let out a long breath and set foot on the ground of Dajiang City again.
He spent some time convincing the passengers that Zhao Guangming was actually a movie star who had won many awards.
This also resulted in the latter being forced to take photos with people in three carriages for half an hour.
"Oh shit."
Zhao Guangming rubbed his facial muscles that were stiff from smiling for a long time, and raised his middle finger to Wang Jin.
"This shows that your charm is still the same as before, which is a good thing."
The latter waved his hands and laughed so hard that he deserved to be beaten.
"You kid..."
"Hey, Xiao Zhao, who else is there?"
An energetic shout came from the distance, and the dark man waved his hand.
Next to him stood a handsome child, who seemed to have just picked up his daughter from school.
The little girl seemed a little afraid of strangers and huddled behind the shrike and refused to come out.
"master."
Wang Jin nodded obediently and smiled politely.
"Don't call me master."
Shrike curled his lips and looked at the young man with disdain.
"I watched the video of your kid's game at the annual meeting. The one Luo Chan used was shoddy. It's so embarrassing."
"This is what the master taught me."
The young man smiled like a well-behaved junior.
"Tsk, I'll start training you hard tomorrow."
Shrike glared at Wang Jin, turned around and began to whisper something to Zhao Guangming.
"okay."
Wang Jin nodded, squatting down and staring at the little girl.
He was thinking about what he should do next.
Shrike's technique does not require much strength to cause considerable damage, and the compatibility with Wang Jin is very high.
If others are willing to teach, of course you should try your best to learn.
Chen Zhong was shattered into pieces, and the clues about the doctor were temporarily cut off.
But to Wang Jin's surprise, the elegant and crazy man came to him and revealed some information.
For example...he knows Wang Jin's name and also knows Wang Lin's illness.
Although Mingyue Community, sheltered by bad luck, is safe, Wang Jin still feels uneasy.
"If you're not afraid of thieves stealing, you're just afraid that thieves will miss you..."
Ruffling his somewhat messy hair, the young man muttered softly.
"Feast has a cooperative relationship with doctors, which is also an unstable factor."
Wang Jin frowned, a trace of uneasiness flashed in his eyes.
The doctor can't directly drag Mingyue Community into the ghost story, but he can definitely let the feast go.
It will be lively then.
"The primary goal now is to improve our strength."
Putting back his chaotic thoughts, Wang Jin stood up.