"Don't be expensive, Xiao Ke's surname is Hu, Hu Qinglai, what do you call it?"

"Friends call me Brother Yang."

Lu Fuyan replied, and patted Boss Chen, who was still distressed for the 1,000 yuan.

"This is Lao Chen, Boss Chen, and he is currently my partner."

"Well, what you say, where do I dare to be on an equal footing with you, it's all Brother Yang..."

Lao Lu didn't refute when he heard this, but just waved his hand lightly and signaled to Chen Fatzi shoay.

However, in the eyes of the shrewd and capable little white-faced Hu Qinglai, this simple interaction of coming and going has fully illustrated the master-slave relationship between the two.

He immediately leaned happily to Lu someone's side, and the topic of conversation between the two gradually expanded from basic social rhetoric to all kinds of messy wasteland observations.

The more the two chatted, the more enthusiastic they became, and Qian Dingwei, who was apprehensive, couldn't find a chance to interject halfway to join the topic...

So the merchants could only retreat and gather around Boss Chen, knocking on the side to learn about "Brother Yang" and the purpose of their trip.

Qian Dingwei even secretly stuffed the 100 South China coupons he had just received back into Chen Fatzi's hands, habitually using money offensives to open the way to offset the true nature of the profiteers who loved to be greedy and cheap.

It's just that Qian Dingwei obviously doesn't know, as the target of NKUD's key monitoring and interference, Chen Fatzi now wants to say that it is not so easy to keep his mouth shut.

What's more, Chen Weili himself is also very aware of his situation.

Therefore, in the absence of sudden events, this well-trained former slave owner would not have spoken to these temporary companions.

Of course, limited by the strength of the mind invasion, NKUD cannot completely erase everyone's free will.

If Lu Fuyan is at full power, he can directly turn everyone into his living puppets like he did when he invaded the underground power plant before, which can greatly reduce his workload.

But on the other hand, when I report the action record to Captain Shen in the future, I am afraid that I will inevitably be severely reprimanded...

Lu Fuyan didn't want to get into too much trouble with the self-help meeting, and he himself didn't want to cause a humanitarian disaster such as a plague of ideas.

Therefore, except for Chen Weili, a special object who is destined to work closely with him for a period of time in the future, Lao Lu's interference with other objects is often superficial, and he does not implant any long-term concepts by modifying his memory.

For example, the little white-faced Hu Qinglai and the chameleon girl Zhang Qiaoqiao, Lu basically just won the initiative in the negotiation by monitoring the real-time "barrage" in their brains.

… But then again, being able to grasp the other person's true thoughts at any time during the conversation is already enough cheating skills in itself.

Coupled with Lu Fuyan's own verbal skills, he can easily lead the process of dialogue without realizing it.

even throw out some specious information to mislead the other party!

As the conversation progressed, the misinformation Hu Qinglai received gradually began to affect his subjective judgment...

"It's not easy to eat the sheriff's bowl of rice in the Great Rift Valley, Xiaohu, you two can be sent out by your superiors to run eucalyptus alone at such a young age, it's really not easy."

"Brother Yang, where is it... We're just eating together. If it weren't for your help today, Officer Zhang and I would have been thrown off the boat with a salute. ”

"Going out with friends, it's just a gesture."

"Well, you can't say that...

So, when you get to the town along the wadi, I'll invite you to Little Red Riding Hood for a good meal!" It's kind of a little bit of my own heart. ”

Hearing this, Lu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then waved his hand to refuse.

"We appreciate Xiaohu's kindness, but the place of 'Little Red Riding Hood' is not suitable for us to go in and out.

If you really have a heart, let's just go to the 'Red Flower Pavilion' to get together - Boss Chen and the proprietress there are also old acquaintances, and it is convenient for us to talk to each other." ”

"Oh! Yes, yes, yes, but I didn't think it through, then according to Brother Yang's meaning, let's go to the Red Flower Pavilion to have a drink, and we won't get drunk or go home! ”

"Heh, of course it's fun to get together for a feast, but this wine, I think it's better to drink less."

Lu Fuyan made a toast gesture, shaking his head and chuckling.

"We are all serious businessmen, although everyone knows what is going on in the ban on alcohol in Qianzhen along the dry river, but I think it is better not to step on the red line, or not to trouble others."

"Yes, yes, Brother Yang said it clearly! The little brother just lost his mouth, please don't be surprised. ”

"Where, we haven't arrived at Qianzhen along the dry river yet, so naturally we don't need to abide by Mayor Qin's rules. Xiaohu is quick to talk, it doesn't hurt to talk about it. ”

"Laugh, laugh"

Since Hu Qinglai dared to pretend to be the magistrate of Qianzhen along the dry river, he naturally knew the local situation well.

Therefore, all the "inadvertent" in the conversation is actually part of the mutual temptation of both parties.

Through these hidden witty dialogues, the two each collected information, and used this method similar to a blind man touching an elephant to try to restore the real image of the other party.

In the impression of the little white face, the image of Lu Fuyan and Chen Weili has gradually begun to move closer to the regional monopoly chamber of commerce engaged in the gray smuggling industry.

Because the fragmented information "leaked" by "Brother Yang" is not only consistent with the social circles he understands in various places, but even includes the transportation routes, business projects and industrial scales, almost all of which can correspond to the market status quo within the scope of his subjective cognition.

These well-designed illusions made Hu Qinglai more confident in his judgment, and the psychological defense line that had been on high guard before was gradually relaxed.

… In fact, where does the fledgling Lu Fuyan understand the gray industrial ecology near the Great Rift Valley?

He just had the idea of "smuggler" in the other party's mind, and then did a little artistic processing of the various data estimated by Xiao Baimian and the various characters he thought of, adjusted the word order, added and deleted content, and then repeated it in his own words.

Speaking of which, I really have to thank Hu Qinglai for his rigorous logical thinking ability.

If you change the stunned person with an empty head, it is really not easy for someone Lu to make up such a smuggling network that only exists in fantasy on the spot.

Not to mention, it is necessary to send back the secondary processed information to the other party in an "inadvertent" way, and confirm the other party's conjecture on the side...

The brain monster has an "advantage" that ordinary people can hardly achieve in this regard!

Often Lao Lu only needs to split a key piece of information into three parts, take out one of them randomly, and splice it together with the other two-thirds of the nonsense, and after the other party hears it, he can quickly disassemble the effective content in it, and quickly expand it to restore the complete content!

If this is an ordinary person who doesn't want anything, then all of the above work will become a flattering eye for the blind, and it will definitely not be possible to achieve such an ideal effect!