Fourth, the death charm

Xiao Zhang sat on the sofa again and reluctantly said a few words: "You write, write it and then talk about it!" Manager Wang heard this and then said: "Okay! Come to my study!" After he finished speaking, he stood up and led the two of them to the study, Xiao Zhang sat on the sofa unhappily and did not move.

Manager Wang usually has nothing to do with Chinese painting and calligraphy, and there is a square table in the center of his study, on which pens, ink, paper, and inkstones are placed-------。 He walked into the study, and he took out a large piece of white paper from the bookcase, and then he put the white paper on the square table and spread it out.

He took out a brush from the pen holder on the table and held it in his hand, and said to the strong man standing beside him: "It's very easy for us to give Old Man Qian a death talisman!"

After he finished speaking, he picked up the pen and let the pen ink on the inkstone, and then he wrote on the big white paper, "Give Director Qian a death talisman, please go back to Baishi Mountain to take refuge in the disaster as soon as possible"

Below is a picture of a human head, with four ropes around the neck, the tongue of the human head sticking out of the mouth to imply the appearance of being strangled, and the words Director Qian are written under the neck of the human head.

Then Manager Wang wrote: Warning Director Qian not to lead the cause of trouble in the community on Monday, Monday is your disaster day, you should go back to Baishi Mountain, if you don't go three days later, it will be your death, please see the death charm and do it yourself, leave the community quickly, and go back to your Baishi Mountain.

The strong man stood next to him and patted the horse and said, "Manager Wang's handwriting is good, and his painting is like." Manager Wang said arrogantly: "Of course, when I was a clerk in the army, I was also a good writer in the army. When he said this, he put on the cap of the brush, and then put the pen into the pen holder, and he turned around and lamented, and said, "Later, because I committed something, I ended up with today's little manager." ”

The strong man stood behind him and said, "Manager Wang is still more educated than those of us who can only dance guns and sticks." Manager Wang took a few steps forward and sat down on a wooden chair, and he motioned to the other two and said, "You guys should sit down too." ”

The two of them also sat down on the wooden chairs, and Manager Wang said dejectedly: "I don't think we have anything to do in this property company, and we don't have the right to take less money, and we are angry. ”

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the thin man said helplessly: "Our cultural level is not high, I will only do a small job of installing water and electricity, and I can't do other jobs, so I can only stay here and do a drudgery with little money." ”

The strong man sat there with his left hand and lifted the sleeve on his right arm and said, "Manager Wang, if you find any good errands that can make a lot of money, I also tell the younger brothers, I am willing to follow you to fight the world together." ”

After hearing what Manager Wang said, he immediately said: "I naturally won't forget my brothers, but let's settle this mess in front of us first." ”

When he had finished speaking, he stood up, took a few steps, took a section of rope from the bookcase, walked to the table, picked up the stapler on the table, and fastened the ends of the rope tightly to the top of the painting. He reached out and lifted the rope that looked like a handle and lifted the painting up.

The thin man stood up and said, "Wang Jing's ideal is very thoughtful, and this painting will hang firmly on the door handle of Old Man Qian like a vegetable basket." ”

Manager Wang flattened the painting to the square table, he rolled the picture on the table into a tube with both hands and held it in his hand with a bundle of plastic rope, he turned to the two and walked and said, "Tomorrow Old Man Qian will listen to us and go back to Baishi Mountain." ”

He walked out of the study and into the living room with the painting in his hand, and he saw Xiao Zhang sitting there with a sad face, and said, "Xiao Zhang, you go and hang the painting on the handle of the old man's door." ”

Xiao Zhang said timidly: "How can I go alone?"

Manager Wang said, "You're a coward, okay! Then let the two of them go with you." After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth to the study and said, "The two of you come out and go with Xiao Zhang to hang the painting on the door of Old Man Qian." ”

The two of them walked out unhappily, and the strong man said: "You can't do this little thing, and it's strange if the big boss doesn't drive you away if he knows about it." ”

The thin man said, "You live in the community, you can go alone, why bother to pull the two of us together." ”

Manager Wang said: "Since Xiao Zhang said it, it's not a big deal for the two of you to follow him!"

The strong man raised his head and said, "Okay! Looking at Manager Wang's face, let's go with you Xiao Zhang." ”

The thin man said, "Do you know the phone number of Old Man Qian's house?"

Xiao Zhang said: "I know that his old man Qian is often not at home, and the old man Qian told the security guard at the gate of the community his mobile phone number, and he explained to the security guard: "What's going on at his house, when he is not at home, call him to come back." ”

Manager Wang said happily: "That's easy, the three of you can go!" After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and handed the painting rolled into a paper tube to Xiao Zhang, and said: "Everything is ready, I wish you a successful completion of the task, the three of you will go now!"

Xiao Zhang took the paper tube drawing and looked at the two people. The strong man came over and stretched out his hand to pull him in his mouth and said, "Look, you can't do this little thing, let's go!" After he finished speaking, the three of them walked out of the door and went downstairs.