At that time, it was said that he died suddenly of a heart attack while dancing in the square.

Under the persistent questioning of Mr. Secretary, the truth was finally asked.

His second aunt died of excitement when she said bad things about others.

For this reason, the person who was said badly was also blackmailed by his cousin for 20,000 yuan, saying that people deliberately stimulated the old lady and caused the old lady to be emotionally unstable.

Peaty, this is also cheap. If he were the king of Hades, he would send someone to pull out her tongue.

Mr. Secretary, who killed a pro in his heart, now feels that he is incredible, and he feels that he owes a panic. It's not good to recruit anyone, but to recruit the second aunt who is crazy to protect the cubs. Okay, now that people are coming to the door to ask for money, will he give it or not?

Give, lose panic.

If he doesn't give it, I'm afraid that people will come to him twice in three days.

Eventually, he decided to visit the store again.

Regardless of whether it was because people checked his details and used strange hypnosis, or if he really had the ability to communicate with his subordinates, he had to ask to understand before he could know how to deal with it.

After all, you have to give money, but you have to give real money!

Coming to the sign of "Painting the Ground as a Dungeon" again, Mr. Secretary only felt that he was a complete bad pen.

Such an obvious scam, he actually fell for it. People obviously used hypnotism to hypnotize themselves. You look at the incongruous decoration, the chaotic layout, and the three completely different people, all of whom must have been designed, according to what laws gave him psychological hints, and drove him to enter the store a second time in fear.

So obvious, how could he be fooled?

Mr. Secretary's steps that he had wanted to move forward were retracted.

After thinking about it, he turned around and went to the next street again.

He brought a pair of scissors with him this time.

"Coming?" Sitting on a luxurious and soft leather sofa, the dungeon is still playing with his mobile phone with his head down.

She's sending all sorts of tweets to the ghosts who have just learned to play with smartphones. What kind of high-end cosmetics, electronic products, celebrities with the same style, all kinds of advertising placement, so that these pure ghosts are caught off guard.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it's also meat! How thrifty! How inspiring!

In the eyes of Mr. Secretary, who walked into the store with scissors, he looked idle and casual.

This is obviously a manifestation of the lack of fighting spirit due to the ease of making money.

Mr. Secretary reaffirmed his conjecture.

He was a little angry. Last night's dream really scared him. I don't know how these people operate, but this method of making money is really simple and crude.

Not giving money, giving you nightmares and scaring you to death.

Mr. Secretary shook the scissors in front of the prison screen.

The prison painting raised his head and looked at the secretary in surprise.

"My second aunt is not very satisfied, so she asked me to bring another thing."

Mr. Secretary's expression was like finding fault at first glance.

He retracted his gaze and pointed to the QR code attached to the cash register.

Meaning, give the money first and then talk about it.

The corners of Mr. Secretary's mouth twitched. Bring a few pairs of shoes for a thousand, bring a pair of scissors and collect another thousand, why didn't she grab it?

"Where's your boss? I want to see your boss! "Mr. Secretary thought he was very polite. I was deceived and endured it, how high quality does this have to be?

But prison painting obviously didn't buy it.

"No credit."

Mr. Secretary was not happy. He came to find fault, there is a beautiful woman sitting here, he is not difficult, his heart is unhappy, he is difficult, and he can't say it.

Putting the scissors on the marble coffee table, Mr. Secretary sat on the sofa next to the prison painting and lit a cigarette.

Look, I'm here to find fault. My way of finding fault is more civilized.

The prison painting, which smells the smoke, feels the deep hostility of the other party.

However, for the untouched prison paintings, violence cutting off all the root causes is the best way to solve the problem. This is a lesson learned from the Jiangbei Eagle Killing God incident.

As a result, Mr. Secretary's cigarette went out automatically when he took the second puff.

When Mr. Secretary found out about this fact, his first reaction was a little embarrassed. After all, I just wanted to pretend to be X to get some smoke concave shape for myself, but the smoke was extinguished by itself.

Mr. Secretary looked up at the sky.

It's really a trick.

He pretended to be calm and lit another one.

This time, it didn't even come out of the smoke, and it went out.

Again.

Even the lighter couldn't catch fire.

He looked up at the central air conditioner.

Well, the air conditioner is a bit big.

So big that you can't even light a fire?

He pointed to his fireboat unbelievingly, and said to the prison painting: "Beauty, borrow a fire." The lighter is not powerful. ”

The prison painting raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Secretary. I put out this fire of yours, and you asked me to borrow it, will you scatter it?

"Sir, we are non-smoking."

Mr. Secretary, who thought that the flame of contradiction had been ignited, felt a burst of excitement in his heart. You've finally scolded me. I am a customer, and the customer is God, your food and clothing. If you scold me, I can complain to your boss.

He placed the lighter and cigarette on the table, crossed his arms, and made a gesture of tearing.

"I'm going to call you boss. My second aunt is not satisfied with your service, and I have the right to give a bad review. ”

Oh roar, to give a bad review?

A certain treasure gives a bad review and can only give it after confirming the receipt and payment, this person is so unruly, and he has a bad review directly? Your second aunt is not satisfied with the things you have chosen, so come to us to find fault?

"You want to give a bad review?" The prison painting frowned, looking worried.

Mr. Secretary nodded, obviously in affirmation.

Pointing to the pickup truck parked outside the door, he asked, "That's our delivery truck." We're going to go to the next one tonight, and if you don't like our service, we can take you there. It's just that the journey is bumpy, the car is also simple, and when you get to the place, you may not be adapted. ”

Taking a living person down, this is not the first time I have done prison painting. The first time was to bring Chen Peipei from the sales department in by mistake. Hanging out with so many ghosts, no one noticed anything wrong. In fact, the following management of living people mixing into the underworld is not very strict. Just like a backward country, with poor public order and welfare, few resources and sparse population, it is not too worried about outsiders entering the country, but more worried about whether they are smuggled out of the country. Carrying out a day trip to the underworld is a terrible and life-reducing thing for the living, who has nothing to do and is willing to go down for a spin?

In line with the principle that the visitor is the biggest guest, he felt the need to let the first customer see it and feel how troublesome it was to send a few pairs of broken shoes to his second aunt, so that he knew that the money was not easy to earn.

Mr. Secretary was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

It's a threat! The threat of the red fruit. Don't you disbelieve? Sister, I'll take you down today to see what the underworld looks like, do you dare?

After experiencing last night's dream, normal people will not die and want to try. Whether it is because of hypnosis or some other factor, it is better to believe that there is something and not to believe that there is nothing and avoid it.

But Mr. Secretary felt that it was not worth it to put in a thousand dollars so perfunctorily for the sake of the fortification. He insisted on treating this matter as a business matter, but he did not get the promise or authority to be reimbursed as an official business.

Once a person has gotten into the tip of a bull's horn, it is very difficult to climb out. Just like Mr. Secretary at this time, he insists that he is a victim and the other party is a liar. Then no matter how real and convincing the other party is, he will rely on the scam with his ideas.

So Mr. Secretary, who originally just wanted to have a taste, got on the bus to Huangquan Road.

Bring a pair of scissors.