Lookout Men and Widows

Chapter 126

"I told you I don't want to go!" The young man sat on the stool and said angrily, "Let's just do what we do. We're not in the same league with them. Didn't I just look down on people when I was an apprentice? They looked down on us anyway. Grandpa, will they be able to see it if they go there?"

The young man was wearing white short-sleeved sleeves, and had dyed blond hair. He was fair, but his hair was not blackened. He pursed his mouth and was very angry: "It's not like we can't get business without them."

"Don't be so stubborn!" Uncle Zheng slapped the table angrily, "Do you think I want to? We are marginal people now, do you know what marginal people are? It's just that good things don't turn to us, and bad things have to be dealt with." Pot, you will become an apprentice in the cooperation club, and you will become a serious celestial master in the future, and you will be able to receive more and better business in the future."

"Looking at Fengshui, it's our turn to watch it? Fengshui is much easier to earn than catching ghosts, and the pay is even higher. People can't ask for this opportunity. I threw my face on the ground and asked people to step on it for you to win it! "

Yang Rongbao, who has just grown up, rolled his eyes: "Then why don't you go?"

Uncle Zheng was stunned, and shouted: "It's against you! Respect the teacher, do you understand? I am so old and ask me to be an apprentice?!"

The two quarreled in the main room all day, and Yang Rongbao was finally persuaded.

He asked Uncle Zheng for some pocket money, went to an Internet cafe all night, and played games all night. His teammates were too boring, and the game didn't make him happy. Thinking: If I faint now, I don’t need to be an apprentice, right?

But after thinking about it, he felt that it was too fake to pretend to be dizzy, and when he was really sent to the hospital, what would the doctor do if he thought he was insane?

When Yang Rongbao bought water, the clerk returned him a coin.

When Yang Rongbao tossed a coin, the words would not go away, but the flowers would go away.

God did not hear his prayer.

Yang Rongbao put the coin on.

Go as soon as you go, anyway, it's just dawdling, at worst, you will be driven away by the cooperation association.

Yang Rongbao finally had a smile on his face.

He didn't believe it, he did it to the extreme, and the celestial master who was assigned to him as a teacher would hold back and not drive him away.

Yang Rongbao called Uncle Zheng and said that he had figured it out and was already on his way to the cooperation meeting.

The house of the cooperation association is in the suburbs. It is built in a very Chinese style, with blue bricks and green tiles, but it is also very simple, with no decorations. It looks like the house of a landlord's house in the last century—or a landlord's house that was copied.

The person who received him was a young girl who squinted at him with a look of displeasure and contempt for him.

No matter how beautiful this girl is, Yang Rongbao can't like her. Who would like someone who looks down on him on the surface?

"Mr. Zhou has arrived." The girl's voice was cold, "Go in."

Yang Rongbao: "Oh, thank you."

It was not until a long time later that Yang Rongbao realized that this girl didn't look down on him, she was born with squinting eyes, and she seemed to hate everyone.

Yang Rongbao walked into the room, and saw the man sitting on the sofa at a glance. He probably just finished his business. He was wearing a decent dark blue suit, which was almost black in color, with leather shoes on his feet, his hair was a little wet, and his brows were slightly wrinkled. , the end of his eyes was raised slightly, his haughty posture almost made Yang Rongbao roll his eyes.

This is the case in the field of celestial masters. Other industries have the acquired department. If the innate ability is insufficient, acquired hard work can make up for it. The celestial masters do not have it. He is a waste, as long as he is born in a family of celestial masters, he will be respected when he goes out.

And like Yang Rongbao, who has a little bit of talent but is not considered a genius, and has no family, a teacher... a celestial master who has no teacher at all, and no one will treat him as a person wherever he goes.

People are really different. Yang Rongbao walked straight up to this young man and said bluntly, "You are the teacher that the cooperation will give me, right? Let me tell you first, although I am here as an apprentice, I have no respect for the cooperation. Not at all interested."

"If you don't like me, let me get out now." Yang Rongbao said, "I have absolutely nothing to say, I promise to get out."

When he finished speaking, the other party raised his head, expressionless, sharp eyes: "Okay."

Yang Rongbao: "???"

If he has this attitude, is it a good word for the other party?Why didn't you drive him away?

"My name is Zhou Yuan." The man said, "I will be your teacher from now on."

Yang Rongbao: "No, do you understand what I mean? I'm not interested in the cooperation meeting. If my master insisted on me..."

Zhou Yuan stood up, he was about the same height as Yang Rongbao, Yang Rongbao, who had just grown up, had used all his energy to grow taller, and his figure looked very thin, even though Zhou Yuan was about the same height as him, he still felt a strong sense of oppression.

Under this oppressive feeling, Yang Rongbao became mute, and he couldn't even utter a single provocative word.

Zhou Yuan crossed his body with him: "Let's go."

Yang Rongbao was puzzled: "Where are you going?"

Zhou Yuan: "There is business."

Yang Rongbao raised his voice: "I don't work for nothing!"

Zhou Yuan: "Twenty to eight points."

Yang Rongbao swallowed: "How much is the total price?"

Zhou Yuan: "100 million."

Yang Rongbao instantly cleared his previous thoughts from his mind. He and Uncle Zheng had a lot of expenses. Now that prices in Guangzhou have risen, they have to rent a house and buy a car. If it doesn’t open, it will take half a year to open, and the two of them will drink Northwest Wind for another half year, 20, enough to buy a nice car.

He trotted and followed Zhou Yuan, without choking or talking, and obediently followed behind Zhou Yuan as an ornament.

Zhou Yuan didn't take this new apprentice seriously either. He had taught too many apprentices, and the apprentices would occasionally visit him after graduation, but he couldn't remember any of them. In his eyes, the apprentices all looked the same. Two eyes, one nose and one mouth, he couldn't recognize it after changing clothes.

The business this time was the bad luck of a boss who had been going for several years. The company has been losing money, not much, and it didn't drag him down. He also respected Yang Rongbao brought by Zhou Yuan.

Yang Rongbao didn't get such treatment when he was doing business with Uncle Zheng.

He looked at Zhou Yuan, who was sitting on someone else's sofa, holding a teacup with a natural expression on his face, and felt for the first time, no wonder everyone in the world of celestial masters wants to be named Zhou, and someone who beats a mother's womb is a winner in life.

Zhou Yuan drew a talisman for the boss, and Yang Rongbao was watching. He recognized that what Zhou Yuan drew was a talisman, all things have spirits, and some spirits are cultivating. This talisman can invite them to help get the talisman. People, it can be regarded as cooperation between the two sides, each has its own benefits.

After Yang Rongbao went back, he secretly practiced by himself, imitating Zhou Yuan's way of drawing talismans. He remembered clearly how Zhou Yuan picked up his pen and where he started to draw it, even the positions of the ticks and vertical lines.

And his imitation is very similar, exactly the same as Zhou Yuan's painting.

But after painting, he felt that this talisman was useless, it was a useless talisman.

Uncle Zheng still laughed at him beside him: "Go out to see the world this time, right? Who do you think your teacher is? That's Zhou Yuan, the most outstanding genius of the Zhou family generation. fingertips on fire."

Yang Rongbao: "What's wrong with being a genius? I've worked hard for ten or ten years, and I'm sure I can catch up."

Uncle Zheng: "Don't think too much, it depends on talent."

"Compare it with a water glass. You are just a shallow layer. You are so full that you are about to overflow. What are you going to chase after?" Uncle Zheng hit his apprentice mercilessly, "Your skills are inferior to others, so you can use it to catch up with me." Follow others and study hard, maybe you can learn something, which will be useful for life."

Yang Rongbao pursed his lips and drew an all-night talisman. He applied too much force, and his fingers bled. He put on a band-aid, and went to Zhou's house to find Zhou Yuan at dawn. He wanted to ask why his talisman didn't work. He couldn't draw well, or was he not cultivated enough, or was he unable to draw a single talisman in his entire life?

However, he took a taxi to the gate of Zhou's house and was stopped by the security guard at the gate.

Security guard: "Who are you? What are you here for?"

Yang Rongbao hadn't closed his eyes for two days in a row, and now he was a little dizzy. He tried to hold on and said, "Zhou Yuan is my teacher. I have questions to ask him."

The security guard said with a smile: "People often say this, and they want to go in and have a look. I never heard that Mr. Zhou Xiao has accepted apprentices again. Let me see you, come back as soon as possible, don't let me chase you away." Go, young people, don't write crooked ways."

Yang Rongbao was holding on to the iron railing, and was furious, but at this moment his body did not allow him to jump, so he closed his eyes and said, "You call Zhou Yuan, you ask him to confirm, and I will wait here."

The security guard was also uncertain, so he called Zhou Yuan.

"Little Mister, there is a man at the door who says he is your apprentice..."

"Are you really accepting an apprentice? Okay, okay, I'll start the video, and I'll let him in after you confirm."

After watching the video, Yang Rongbao glanced at Zhou Yuan in the video.

Zhou Yuan's voice came: "It's him, let him in."

Yang Rongbao hasn't changed his clothes for two days in a row, and he sweats heavily in summer. He feels that he is going to be rotten. Now he is not sleepy anymore, but his head hurts, his head hurts, and his eyes hurt even when he closes his eyes.

He was led in by the security guards. The Zhou family is very big. It is not so much a villa as it is a group of villas. After all, the entire Zhou family lives here.

Zhou Yuan lived in the most central apartment, with the largest place and the best environment. In front of the villa was the pond and covered bridge. When he entered the villa, he saw Zhou Yuan coming down from the upstairs.

Zhou Yuan didn't wear a suit jacket today, but only wore trousers and a white shirt. He is a very particular person, and he always dresses properly when he sees guests, without any inappropriateness.

Yang Rongbao watched Zhou Yuan walk in front of him, he opened his mouth and asked, "I drew a talisman."

He put the backpack on the table, took out a stack of talismans and handed it to Zhou Yuan, then looked up at the other party with dissatisfaction and unwillingness written in his eyes: "Is it possible that I will not be able to draw useful talismans in my life? "

"You tell me directly, if I can't draw well in this life, I won't work hard on it."

Zhou Yuan flipped through Yang Rongbao's drawn talisman, showing no expression, neither gentle nor serious, as if all of this was unimportant, he said, "You are not the material."

Yang Rongbao asked: "What did you say?"

The loud tinnitus made Yang Rongbao unable to hear Zhou Yuan's voice clearly.

Zhou Yuan spoke again.

This time Yang Rongbao heard it, his headache was splitting, and his tinnitus became more serious.

Yang Rongbao's foot went limp, and his body leaned forward uncontrollably, hitting Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan: "..."

Seeing Yang Rongbao who fainted, Zhou Yuan frowned.

This smell of sweat is too stinky.

How about throwing it out?