That's why I don't drink with my colleagues. And when you go home and drink by yourself, there is a kind of behavior in itself: when you go home, close the door and lick your wounds, and heal yourself.

What is it? That's the flaw. Flaws that can be exploited. Whether a person's performance at work is good or bad, it will definitely affect his ordinary life. For example, the leader praises you and rewards you with a red envelope. Then even when you have a break from work, you are in the same mood. On the contrary, if the leader criticizes you, you will also be depressed when you take a break from work.

This is a continuation of emotions, and over time, it will slowly fade and eventually get rid of this effect. As for the time in the middle that fades, disappears, and gets rid of the influence, it depends on the psychological quality of the person.

Like Fan Keqin or the author, a bull b, his heart is like steel, and he will get rid of the influence in an instant. And now these three people are actually drinking. And it's to drink it yourself with the door closed...... So, does this mean that this emotional impact is relatively large for them? Fan Keqin's analysis: The answer is almost yes.

And a person has a flaw in his heart. At this time, an external force is exerted, no matter what this external force is, what is the direction of the applied force, then the external force must be more likely to deviate from the target than when the other party is usually fine. To put it bluntly, it's easier to succeed.

It seems that some people are very fragile in their hearts. When I just fell out of love, my heart was very painful. Originally, I was not interested in some other people, but at this time, the other party came and took care of you in various ways, but he succeeded. What is it? This is a typical example of taking advantage of the flaws in the heart, the vulnerable period, to directly win the target.

But this kind of is okay, after all, it is just a normal relationship between men and women, if you find that you don't like it later, you can't get along, then you will be separated from each other. The vast majority of people are not psychopathic killers, and it is impossible to stick to them.

But now it's different, it's professional agents who get it. Then you really can't get rid of it anymore. That's what Fan Keqin is playing now. Filter the target and determine the target. Take advantage of the target's psychological vulnerability period, flaw period, and take it down with one knife!

But the little devil has to put it back, and the first thing to do is the train station line.

Yan Xingwei got up from the bed that day, and after washing up in the bathroom, he saw that Mio Nakadai had already made breakfast. Zhan Yan smiled at Yan Xingwei, using a somewhat half-baked Chinese accent, and said, "Xingwei, I've already done it, let's try it, the pasta from your hometown you mentioned to me last time, I just tried to make it." Look at it, what's missing? ”

Yan Xingwei smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll try Meixu's craftsmanship." He walked up to him with a smile, sat down, and teased, "Ah, I don't even need to eat, it must be not delicious." Otherwise, why don't you eat it yourself if you only have one bowl? It must be, you know the taste, that's why you don't eat it. ”

When Zhongdai Meixu heard this, she felt sweet in her heart, knowing that the other party was teasing herself, and said with a smile: "I don't have it, Xingwei is willing to tease others." Let's try it. ”

Yan Xingwei smiled, picked up chopsticks, ate ramen, and paused. After chewing and savoring it, he didn't say anything, then picked up the noodles, snorted, and quickly ate all the bowls of ramen.

Nakayo Mio said happily: "It seems that I can still do it." ”

Yan Xingwei said: "That's nature, you see how happy I eat." Then he got up and said, "Then trouble Mei to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, don't forget, eat breakfast on time." As he spoke, he wiped his mouth with a hand towel. Start putting on your coat.

Mio Nakayo immediately came over and helped him arrange his clothes as if he were a wonderful wife. However, Yan Xingwei felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he still smiled, as if he was light, and said, "Oh, Meixu, Meixu, I'm going to get your fragrance again." ”

Mio Nakayo smiled sincerely every time she listened to his teasing, but after listening to it this time, she smiled reluctantly and said, "What's the fragrance of that?" ”

Yan Xingwei saw that she was just pretending to be happy, but she could only seem not to see it, and said, "Okay, then I'll go to work first." ”

"Hmm." Nakayo Mio said: "Be careful on the road. ”

Yan Xingwei took the handbag, turned around and walked out. However, after walking out into the street, his mood was indeed a little low. But he didn't allow himself to have such emotions, so in the next moment, he had already left the door of Nakadai Mio's house in stride, as usual.

I called two rickshaws, and it took about 20 minutes to come to the train station. Walked in through the side passage. Just as he was about to go to his office, he saw a railroad worker on the left, and he screamed. But there was a man from the secret investigation squad in civilian clothes who knocked him down with a punch next to him. Then, he began to rummage up and down for his pockets and other parts.

One of the other plainclothes people immediately took two steps forward to separate the man from the few workers who had just been together.

Yan Xingwei is an inspector, and it is impossible to ignore this kind of thing. He walked over and asked, "What's going on?" ”

"Ah, it's Chief Yan." A spy from the secret investigation class turned around and greeted him with a smile, and said, "We just met him, sneaky, so we were a little suspicious, so we deliberately waited for him here, just to search." ”

"Oh." Yan Xingwei nodded and said that he knew, how long can the body search take, the conversation effort, the spy of the secret adjustment class, has been searched. With a flip of the wrist, an iron chisel appeared, quadrangular, with small protrusions on all four faces, like a file.

The beaten worker shouted, "I use the tools for work, for polishing." ”

The man from the secret class smiled and said, "Really? Then the traces on it, why do you think so much about bloodstains? As he spoke, he lit up the four-edged file. I saw that there were some traces on it, a bit like red rust, but not very similar, the color was a little dark, so that people couldn't see anything for a while.

"No, it's not blood." The worker immediately defended, saying, "It's rust, I cleaned it, and then it got grease, and it became like this." ”

"It's blood." The man in the secret adjustment class clenched the four-edged file and said, "Do you think I can't see it?" Say, what are you doing with it? ”

The worker's face was full of anger and grievance, and he said, "I didn't do anything, I just worked normally." It's not blood, it's really not blood. ”