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The train arrived at Yanjing West Railway Station at just over one o'clock in the afternoon.

Coming out of the exit of the station, Ma Liang dragged his suitcase and followed behind Fang Yuping, looking at the people coming and going in the underground passage, and secretly sighed that Yanjing is really a metropolis, and the number of passengers entering and exiting every day is really too large - it is only the West Railway Station, and I don't see the East Railway Station, the South Railway Station, and the major long-distance passenger stations.

Along the underpass, to the south square of the West Railway Station, Fang Yuping stopped a taxi, and the two of them got into the car and went straight to Fang Yuping's company location.

When he was on the train, Fang Yuping had already said that he would go to his company first, and then Fang Yuping drove Ma Liang to the brewery for an interview...... In fact, it is just a formality, after arranging Ma Liang's work there, by the way, Fang Yuping will also live in the brewery in the evening, have a meal with some managers in the factory, and exchange feelings.

It's also a good excuse to invite someone to dinner.

Of course, Fang Yuping would not say this reason to Ma Liang - the more he showed concern, the more grateful Ma Liang would be for his help......

Taxi on the West 3rd Ring Road, drive south to the South 3rd Ring Road, and when you arrive at Yuquanying Bridge, go to Beijing and open the expressway to the south.

"Hongyue Freight Forwarding Co., Ltd." rents a small courtyard outside the South Fourth Ring Road, on the east side of the auxiliary road of Beijing-Kaifeng Expressway, and outside the Jinfeng parking lot. In front of the courtyard are offices and a driver's lounge, and the house is covered with a company billboard; Behind is the bedroom of Fang Yuping's family, as well as the dining room and kitchen.

In addition to the Jinfeng parking lot, there are some low-rise bungalows nearby, and occasionally there are a few two- and three-story buildings.

The so-called metropolitan mansion complexes and high-rise buildings are far away from here.

Most of the bungalows are rented out, and there are small restaurants, intermediary information departments, small hotels, small shops, hair salons, ...... In short, it's a mess - here, you don't see the slightest bit of the prosperity of a modern metropolis. (Note: This story is purely fictional, and the setting is set at the beginning of the new century)

After getting out of the taxi, Fang Yuping pointed to his company's signboard and house, and said with a smile: "Then, I'll just say it, the temple is very small!" ”

"The mountain is not high, and there are immortals." Ma Liang said with a smile.

Fang Yuping was very useful, patted Ma Liang's shoulder, and said, "Let's go, go to the house to rest for a while, drink saliva and eat some food, and I'll drive you to the factory for an interview." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Cousin." Ma Liang thanked him and followed Fang Yuping towards the small company.

"It's all said, don't be polite to me." Fang Yuping scolded with a smile, then pushed open the glass door and walked in immediately.

Ma Liang, who was walking behind, had just stepped into the door with his front foot, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his mind and frowned.

Ma Liang leaned back, turned his head and looked around casually - the main gate of Hongyue Freight Forwarding Co., Ltd. faces west, which should be facing the auxiliary road of the Beijing-Kaifeng Expressway, but in order to ensure the beauty of the city on both sides of the highway, the sanitation department has built a high wall at a distance of about four meters from this row of old houses.

The side entrance is facing south, and in front of it is a slightly larger parking lot in front of the hotel, which is very open.

The high wall was only built next to the square in front of the hotel, because further south from here is the road outside the Jinfeng parking lot, which runs parallel to the auxiliary road of the Beijing-Kaifeng Expressway, and the sidewalk is separated in the middle. Obviously, it does not affect the appearance of the sides of the highway......

There's nothing wrong with that, it's normal.

There is no problem with the houses on the east and west sides of the Red Freight Forwarding Co., Ltd., and there is no problem with the wall facing the door in front......

What's the problem?

Ma Liang closed his eyes and felt it seriously, and then stared at the telephone pole at the junction of the wall and the hotel square - the ordinary cement telephone pole, facing the southwest corner of the Hongyue Freight Forwarding Co., Ltd., was also stained with some advertisements for "urban psoriasis", that is, advertisements for miracle doctors such as applying for certificates and treating surname diseases.

These, too, seem to be normal.

However, Ma Liang was still attracted by some jet-black line scratches on the telephone pole.

These jet-black lines are inconspicuous at first glance, like a naughty child holding a coal block and scratching it randomly, simple, ranging in thickness, sparse with a few strokes, without any rules to follow, up and down about half a meter high, more than a meter from the ground.

"Ryoko, what's wrong?" Fang Yuping saw Ma Liang stunned at the door, so he walked over suspiciously and followed Ma Liang's gaze to the telephone pole, he naturally couldn't see anything.

"Oh, it's okay, I'm a little dizzy when I get out of the car, hehe." Ma Liang smiled, turned his head and walked back into the house.

Fang Yuping was puzzled, but he just nodded and said, "Probably because the weather is too hot, I just got out of the car and felt a little uncomfortable." ”

"Hmm."

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Fang Yuping's company is very small, the office is less than 50 square meters in size, with two sets of sofas, televisions, air conditioners, a large boss's desk with a computer and three telephones, and an ordinary desk, and the space in the room is even more cramped.

At this time, the sofa was full of drivers looking for goods, some watching TV, some getting together to play cards, and noisy.

Fang Yuping's wife, Han Xiangqin, sat in front of the computer to check the source information, made a phone call from time to time to ask some details of the source, and also released some source news to the Internet to answer the phone; Behind the other desk, there was a young man who looked to be twenty-one or twelve years old, who was constantly talking and answering the phone, looking quite busy.

After Ma Liang greeted Han Xiangqin very politely, he followed Fang Yuping to the driver's lounge inside.

In the driver's lounge, there are five sets of bunk beds, floor-to-ceiling fans are blowing, several drivers are sleeping on their beds, and a young man in his twenties is reading a newspaper.

"Haibo, go to the restaurant and ask for two dishes and two ramen." Fang Yuping instructed the young man.

"Hey." The young man named Haibo agreed, looked at Ma Liang with some confusion, and then got up and walked out.

Fang Yuping beckoned Ma Liang to pass through the back door of the driver's lounge and enter the backyard.

Sitting at the dining table in the middle of the closed courtyard, Fang Yuping first went to the refrigerator in the inner room and took out a bottle of beer and a wine glass, put it on the table for Ma Liang to open, and said: "Drink a bottle of beer to relieve the heat, don't see outside, feel free, I have to drive for a while, so I can't drink with you." ”

"Uncle Cousin......" Ma Liang thought about saying a few more words of thanks, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything, poured a beer and drank a little, and said: "On the telephone pole outside, it's messy and dirty, who drew it?" At the door of our company, why don't you let people clean it up? ”

Fang Yuping was stunned, and smiled with a little puzzlement: "There are advertisements every day, not to mention the telephone poles, don't you see the section of the wall facing us?" Either it is pasted or sprayed with white ash, and the certificate number is scribbled with a brush, who has the time to clean it up every day? Sanitation workers don't do it......"

Ma Liang sneered and said no more.

He pondered, and after a while, he took a chance to go out and find something by the way, and painted two strokes on the telephone pole to break the method, there was no need to tell Fang Yuping anything.

On the telephone poles, the few strokes of the pattern, although ordinary people do not seem to have anything strange - this scribbled and dirty pattern can be seen almost everywhere in the city, small advertisements are painted every day, sanitation workers occasionally smear with white ash, and small advertisements are painted upwards......

However, this pattern is not ordinary, it is a strange talisman.

It is not much harm to human health and surname, but the people who are targeted by the oblique angle of this talisman, and then there is the guidance of the caster, it is easy to be invaded by a lot of charming, causing the heart to be easily irritable, and there are ...... Extremely bad luck.

It stands to reason that such a thing as luck is not something that can be directly controlled by talismans, Taoist arts, and evil foreign objects.

However, if a person has a trace of the demon surname in his heart, and the spleen surname is impatient and angry, beyond the yang energy that should be in his body, then he will be easy to be impulsive and irritable when dealing with some problems in ordinary times. In this way, even if it is not good or bad luck under normal circumstances, it will cause a sharp turn in luck because of the slightest instability of the five elements.

In other words, luck cannot be directly controlled, but it can be indirectly bad......

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