Out of this research institute, Mr. Song was a little excited, rubbing his hands: "I think today's interview is a drama, that director will definitely be able to call me!" I said how can you be so sure, Mr. Song said that you didn't hear his question in the corridor, I think the answer is very decent, and he has been nodding his head there, uh-huh.

"Let's make a bet," I said, "if this unit can call you and hire you, I'll actually treat you to a roast beef." If you don't need it, I will come back from Hangzhou in a few days, and you will get Zhongjie and invite me to eat 20 strings of QQ chicken racks. Mr. Song was a little stunned, and said with a smile that there is no problem, then you will lose.

There is a turntable at the intersection next to it, there is a small garden, we sit on the steps, I took out the plastic bag containing the Buddha card from the leather bag, deliberately pretended to be cautious, held the Buddha card in both hands, bowed to it three times, and then handed it to Mr. Song, as if the hand was not a Buddha card but a relic. He was completely dumbfounded, and hurriedly took it with both hands respectfully. I said, "This medallion was invited by me last year from the abbot of the XXX temple, Luang Po Lai, there are only four in Thailand, count me lucky, that day Luang Po came to hold a small puja in the temple, I was drawn the jackpot, only to get this card at the price of 10,000 baht." Now, the circulating price of this card in the Thai market will not be less than 15,000 baht, which is 3,000 yuan, and I should have bought it for at least 4,000, so I never saved it. But I saw the shadow of me in you, and I was also a dick at that time, and I had nothing. I don't want you to go on like this all the time, so I'll give it to you at a low price and not make you money. But there are two requirements, first, you have to wear it every day, you can't sell it, you can't give it away, and you can't throw it away, second, it's limited to half a year, if there is an obvious effect, you must send it back to me, and I'll return the money. If you can do it, we'll make a deal, and if not, I'll give you back the three thousand now, and you can find someone else yourself, or continue to mess around. ”

Mr. Song looked at me, looked down at the Buddha card, and suddenly grinned and cried. I was surprised and asked why you were crying, and Mr. Song sobbed and said, "I, my parents didn't care about me so much...... Brother Tian, thank you so much!" I laughed, I can't talk like that, most parents will always hate their children, if you mix well one day, go back to your hometown to see what your parents' attitude is.

I also talked about the materials used for this Buddha card, what scripture powder, rare pie powder, temple soil, man-eating pollen, monk ashes, etc., and after dozens of days of blessings, the mana is very powerful, anyway, it is blowing nonsense. Mr. Song was stunned for a moment, and asked, "So powerful! Is that a fool who can transport it even if he wears it?"

"No!" I said to him solemnly, "no matter who you are, as long as you don't often do bad things, wearing it will have an effect, and it will be no problem to transfer money, but only if you yourself have to change." If you lie in bed all day and don't do anything, let alone the Buddha card, even if Guanyin Bodhisattva descends to earth, I'm afraid there is nothing you can do, understand?" Mr. Song nodded again and again. He also asked me how to do bad things, kill people and set fires.

I told him that it is not only murder, arson, robbery, and rape that are called bad things, but also that in the eyes of the Buddha, many small things are also bad things, such as eating meat. There are also cheats and abductions, not saving when you die, not helping when you are busy, beating and scolding people, strictly speaking, they are all considered to be karma. But in life, it is impossible not to never do these things, as long as you try to do as little as possible and do more good.

Mr. Song scratched his scalp: "I'm a coward, and I'm most afraid of coming out and doing good deeds." When I saw others being bullied, I didn't dare to step forward at all, for fear of being beaten. "I said that this doesn't count, anyone can be beaten when the road is uneven in this society, but if you see something that can help and is not dangerous, you can go on, such as helping the old lady cross the road, giving up the seat to the elderly, and seeing someone pushing a cart and struggling to carry things, so take a hand.

"I see! It's just to help others, as long as you think I can help, go over!" Mr. Song patted his thigh.

"You can't help blindly," I replied, "and doing good not intentionally, but from the heart." When you see someone carrying a few bags of things, they go over and say I'll help you carry them, when you see a stroller they go over and say I'll push them for you, when you see an old man walking down the street, they say I'll help you, and when you see a vegetable market selling fish and meat, you go over and say don't sell it. Not only do people not think that you are doing a good deed, but they think that you are not mentally normal. "Mr. Song was thoughtful, I asked him to go back and comprehend it well, not in a hurry to understand it immediately, and provided a mantra for him to memorize, and how to get started when he went back. When you don't usually wear it, you are taught how to store the Buddha card and how to worship it.

In the afternoon, I went to Hangzhou with a few classmates, and one of my classmates' cousin's house was in Wushan. Two days later, we drove to a farmhouse in Longjing Mountain to drink tea, and suddenly remembered Mr. Song's application, so I texted him and asked how it was.

"When you come back, I'll treat you to QQ chicken racks. Mr. Song replied. I couldn't help laughing, and Mr. Song replied after a while, saying that he was unwilling, so he went to the research institute at night to investigate, and saw the long-faced guy who was interviewing with him at the beginning was standing guard in a security uniform, and greeted him with a smile.

I was not surprised by this result, the interviewer was obviously not satisfied with Mr. Song's answer, he must also be a leader, many leaders' favorite subordinates are not daring to tell the truth and speak out, but like a long-faced guy who can pat on the back and know how to cater to the boss's psychology, from ancient times to the present, China is like this.

Mr. Song sent me another text message: "Brother Tian, do you think I'm hopeless? Why are others so smart, but I'm stupid, stupid, timid, and incapable? I've been eliminated by society." I hurriedly replied that I can't think like that, it takes time and process to change, you still have half a year, and now many communities have free technical training courses to report, you go and ask.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days later, Mr. Song sent me an MMS message, which seemed to be a certain class, and the teacher wrote the blackboard. The accompanying text reads: "My pastry chef training course in a nearby community newspaper is run by the government for free." I replied that this is great, when the time comes, find a restaurant to start, don't think the salary is low, just mix up experience.

After that, Mr. Song often sent me text messages, all of which were negative, either that he failed the training class exam, or that the landlord saw that he was bullying and temporarily raising the price, which was basically the same. I was a little disappointed in Mr. Song, and I didn't cheer me up anymore. That day, Mr. Song sent a text message again: "Why am I so useless, I finally made a pastry cake, and the toilet work was deliberately broken by other students." ”