Zhang Ji silently recited in his heart countless times, 'You must control a few miles and count a few miles', but the mentally ill words in his mind still lingered.

"Director Zhang, are you okay?" Xiao Min pushed Zhang Ji and asked.

Xiao Min is a weak little girl, a film and television post-production worker who has just graduated, and this time she came out with Zhang Ji in order to pretend to be Zhang Ji's assistant director and pretend to be a capital B in front of the customer.

Zhang Ji opened a small company in Shanghai to shoot commercials, but the commercials were not in his hands, and most of the products that could be in his hands were product promotional films, which were boring and had no technical content.

Every director has a movie dream, even if he is the lowest advertising director, with the goal of making some money and investing himself to shoot a big network, Zhang Ji gets up every day with a dream and goes to sleep with depression.

Life is a continuous low tide, like the fall limit of stocks, a pillar of optimus red pillars isolate any operation of life, can only watch quietly, silently cry, and then tell yourself that you can still get up if you fall, and you can arch forward twice if you can't get up.

Living like this, the sun is shining and the sky is still rainy and rainy.

Today, Zhang Ji flickered to a big customer, a standard big customer, in the medical industry, rich and capricious.

It's a pity that the fly in the ointment is that the customer focuses on the psychiatric industry, that is to say, most of the products are books and videos, or simply psychologists, and the difficulty of shooting is greatly increased and the price is compressed.

"It's okay, I just think that psychopath, I can pretend to be better than me." Zhang Ji said and touched a handful of yarrow stalks in his arms.

In order to shoot more realistically, Zhang Ji communicated with the mentally ill at the request of the client, and truly felt the difficulty of communicating with the mentally ill.

Psychosis also requires that except for director Zhang Ji, everyone else must leave, and cannot be recorded and communicated alone.

So, the lingering scene in Zhang Ji's mind appeared.

"Do you believe in the afterlife?" The mentally ill is dressed in a Tang suit, with white beard and hair, a ruddy complexion, and a first-class temperament.

"I don't believe it." Zhang Ji said cautiously.

As an advertising person, Zhang Ji knows one of the rules of fooling people: attracting attention. So he was not fooled and decisively refused.

"I don't believe it, I can't cultivate in this life, and I still cultivate in the next life, it's just ignorant words." The old man talked to himself, looking like a master outside the world, with no flaws.

Zhang Ji was nervous, knowing that he had met a master, and he was deeply vigilant, if Sanguan was distorted by a psychopath, it would be a lot of fun.

"Do you admit that the universe is infinite?" The old man asked again.

"It's too difficult to get to the bottom of this question, and you can go from physics to philosophy and back to physics." Zhang Jidao.

"Hehe, the lad is very cautious." The old man smiled, still disapproving, which made Zhang Ji deeply afraid.

"Okay, if you do have something to say, then I'll just say it." The old man's right hand was raised, a little empty, and Zhang Ji's eyes seemed to be flashed by a flash.

"It's not a good time in this era, there is surveillance everywhere, and if you don't use some means, it's all kinds of trouble."

Zhang Ji was puzzled, but he didn't speak, lest the other party make a fool of himself and fall into the trap.

"I'm leaving, going to a bigger world, I don't know how to describe that world, what I know, it's just that the world is competing for saints, and the competition is fiercer than it is now."

Zhang Ji praised it in his heart, this story is told at a high level, and he will establish a world view when he comes up, if he believes it, he will be a hammer.

"After the people in this world leave, they will go to that world, but some people go awake, some people go asleep, just assume that there is a bridge of Naihe, some people drink Meng Po soup, and some people don't drink it."

"There is a kind of person who can not drink, like me, who knows where he is going, he can go directly to it, and his physical body will soar and go straight to the upper realm."

Zhang Ji smiled at the corner of his mouth, he didn't think the old man's story was good, and he didn't ask questions, because asking questions meant curiosity, and curiosity together, he lost.

"I, the flat-headed people, in this society, have developed a skill of borrowing a donkey from the slope and kicking the nose on the face, you still use this trick on others, if you don't know that your old spirit is not good, I think you are always a liar." Zhang Ji Gu Zuoyan said that he was not entangled with the old man at all.

"You kid is a smart man, believe it or not, it's up to me, I'm leaving, according to the rules, I want to leave a successor, and I will choose you for this successor."

Zhang Ji had no excitement on his face, but his smile was much bigger, and he was funny in his heart.

"Don't just think about laughing at me, if there is another day to meet, your smile will only embarrass yourself."

Zhang Ji nodded and smiled, he has always respected the customer's father, not to mention that this is the customer's father's customer's father, who is simply a grandparents' customer.

"I myself am from the Yi family, the Yi of the Book of Changes, does not belong to the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, but the Book of Changes has never been obvious here, so outsiders seem to me to be a Taoist lineage, which is okay, the Yi family pays attention to the Tianxingjian gentleman to self-improvement, and it is not an exaggeration to adopt the strengths of the people, so there is no need to be stubborn."

"You will choose in the future, it is best to take the Yi family as the scripture, if not, it doesn't matter, I am only responsible for passing the incense, how the incense is, I don't care."

The old man is not responsible. Zhang Ji thought to himself.

"There are forty-nine yarrow stems here, giving you a few opportunities, you can get started within the chance, even if you pass the test, there will be your own fate later, and forty-nine opportunities will not make you get started, the talent is dull, don't do it, then my pulse of incense will be broken in your hand."

"However, why should the predecessors worry about the descendants, and why should the descendants respect the regulations of the predecessors, these are all unreasonable things, if it is broken, it will be broken, you can ask three questions, leave after asking, and we will meet by chance."

The old man said simply, Zhang Ji nodded decisively, it was more serious than mental illness, he didn't have that much spare time.

"Your old name?"

"King."

Common surnames.

"You old Guigeng?"

“66。”

Long show old age.

"You're old ...... Let's go. ”

"En......"

There is nothing to say.

The above is all the conversation between the two, Zhang Ji really has no interest in talking anymore, so he packed up the notebook that he didn't record at all, picked up a handful of yarrow stalks given by the old man, and got up to go out.

If this is the case, he naturally has nothing to doubt, the problem is that the result that Xiao Min told him on the road just now is completely different from what he knows.

Although the old man asked that no recording was allowed, including no monitoring, the client was not at ease about putting a director with mental illness, so he secretly installed monitoring.

Xiao Min told that through monitoring, she and the client saw that Zhang Ji successfully persuaded the old man, and even the doctors present believed that Zhang Ji's conversation was likely to help the old man get out of a state of mental illness.

Hell, he didn't say anything good or bad at all, the only thing he did was not to let the old man deviate from his three views.

Doubts naturally have to be asked, Xiao Min also knows everything, although he doesn't know why, but he still elaborates on the picture in the surveillance.

According to her, Zhang Ji gushed endlessly, quoting the past and the present, and the old man who spoke was speechless and paused, and finally got up to thank him, fully demonstrating the self-cultivation of a director.

'Cultivate your sister. Zhang Ji thought silently in his heart.

If he wasn't afraid of being treated as mentally ill, he would have wanted to debate with Xiao Min, at least to explore a hundred and one ways to pat himself on the back.

'Did I have amnesia, or hell?' Director Zhang's heart was full of doubts, wondering if he wanted to make a movie and wanted to go crazy, and began to see ghosts.

He decided to test Xiaomin, so he took out the yarrow stalk in his arms.

"Xiaomin, do you know what this thing is?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Uh, props?" Xiao Min was puzzled, feeling that the director was not normal today.

"This is called yarrow stem, which is used for fortune-telling in the Book of Changes, have you ever seen it?" He pretended to show his knowledge and secretly observed Xiao Min's expression to see if he recognized it.

Xiao Min's expression was not unusual, and he asked curiously: "Is it accurate, is there a tarot card accurate?" ”

"Say first if you've seen it."

"No, there are not many people who believe in this at my door."

Zhang Ji stared at her for three seconds and was silent, silently put the yarrow stem into his arms, as an unpopular little director, he had studied the actor's expression, and from the sincere gaze of Xiao Min, he knew that this kid was not lying.

'You have to control a few miles, count a few miles. Zhang Ji kept reciting the seven-character mantra silently in his heart, but what flashed in his mind was a little bit of the old man's emptiness and a flash of white light.

He thinks he's crazy, or the people around him are crazy, or he's being tricked, and no matter what, he has to control himself, because once he gets out of control, he's really crazy.

Just like when he lost too much stock and didn't want to live, just like when he dreamed of being a director and went crazy, he was a persistent person, and persistence is easy to be paranoid.

A paranoid is a madman.

"Director, are you alright?" Xiaomin is a sensitive child, she is worried about the director, after all, this is the first business in two months, the director should be very anxious, is it because of this is abnormal?

"I'm fine, it's just that I suddenly thought of the script, you know, we can't come up with ordinary things for customers, but unfortunately this meeting, it didn't inspire me." He diverted the topic, but what he said was also the real situation, and sure enough, he immediately attracted Xiaomin's attention.

The car began to fall silent, the two were silent all the way, the taxi stopped downstairs in the office, and the two went upstairs.

"Director Zhang, how is it?" The interviewer was Xiao Yin, the producer, who went to meet another client in the morning.

"I still can't find a good way to express it, seeing mental illness is not a good decision, I'll think about it again." Zhang Ji turned around and went to his office, and Xiao Yin's voice came from behind him.

"You hurry up, the customer is a little anxious, I'm afraid that it won't be completed before the delivery date."

"Oh." Zhang went to the door and isolated himself, he felt that he needed to be quiet.

"Meow~~"

A cat meow interrupted Zhang's musings, and he looked up to see Steelhammer standing on his desk.