Chapter 62 Ghost Hunting in the Office

Men's ideals: firm, firm, and not diarrhea. Women's ideals: tough, tenacious and indoable. - Quotations from Zhang Deshuai

Sunny Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Seeing that Old Cao was about to go in, the security guard hurriedly stopped him. The security guard said seriously, "You can't enter!"

"Why can he enter, but I can't enter?" Old Cao shouted in the hall, "It's the same people, do you still have to distinguish between high and low?"

As soon as he heard Mr. Cao say this, the security guard opened his mouth and retorted, "Although they are all people, there are many places you can't go. Look at the procuratorate, look at the court, and then look at the government. Is that the place where the people go in and out casually? There is only one 'People's Hospital' that allows people to enter at will, but who is unwilling to enter?!

This security guard, you are really talented as a security guard here. You should always go to the big pants in Beijing to blow up Bai Yansong.

It seems that the truth is among the people!

When the security guard heard this, even the obscene old man Cao didn't know how to refute it. Old Cao hurriedly waved to me.

As soon as I stepped forward, I held my chest high with a work card. That chest was so strong that I could almost pretend to be a B.

The security guard glanced at my work card and asked, "What's the matter?"

"This man was invited by our company and is a master." I pretended to be mysterious.

Hearing what I said, the security guard looked up and down at Old Cao. After the measurement, the security guard shook his head. Expressed his suspicion.

With the dress of old Cao, let alone the security guard doesn't believe that he is a master. Even I can't connect him with the Taoist priest.

A pinch of hair resisted the gravity of the earth behind his head, wearing a dirty T-shirt, kicking a pair of hard slippers for 5 yuan on his feet, plus the "calculated payment" cloth roll. It's just a fool on the street.

How can old Cao become a master? He doesn't even have a goatee. Didn't you watch TV? Does the master have a goatee?

"It's true. Our boss felt that the feng shui in the company was not good, so he specially invited a master to cloth the company with feng shui and rush the pulse. I opened the river.

However, the more the boss of the company, the richer he is, the more he really believes this. In this way, there is at least some credibility.

If I come up, I will say that I have seen a ghost and ask Old Cao to come to catch the ghost. I guess, if you don't ask anyone for instructions, the security guard will send me to Gele Mountain.

Hearing me say this, the security guard nodded and said, "He can go in." However, don't bring that thing in. We are a high-end office building here. After saying that, he also pointed to the cloth roll of old Cao.

The meaning of the security guard's words is to think that Mr. Cao's identity is humble.

Old Cao recognized the contempt in the security guard's words and replied unhappily, "I'm afraid someone will steal it if I put it here!"

It seems that old Cao has vowed to advance and retreat with his cloth scroll this time.

The two of them got together like this.

I think something is wrong, and it's in the middle and mud: "Mr. Cao, just put your cloth roll here. There is a security guard, how safe it is! Don't worry, no one stole it.

In the end, Old Cao angrily put his cloth roll on the security guard and went into the elevator with me.

In the elevator, I briefly told old Cao what I had just learned. And he also told Mr. Cao that Xiaoji refused to help.

After listening to what I said, Cao said with emotion, "It seems that the immortals don't always rely on it!"

Who said no? At the critical moment, it still depends on the pregnant brother.

"Don't mention this road sign, I feel confused when I hear it." Old Cao frowned and said.

"This time, you have to help me collect this little ghost. Otherwise, I will ask you to apply for pregnancy once I see you. In the elevator, I threatened old Cao.

This time, it was strange that old Cao did not speak immediately. He looked up at the ceiling in the elevator with a thoughtful look.

I can't bother him like this.

After a while, old Cao asked me, "Is there any yellow paper in the company?" Do you have cinnabar?

"No. Is A4 paper OK? I asked cautiously.

This time, I rarely saw that Old Cao's face was a little solemn and I didn't dare to joke with him.

"That's all. Then there must be no cinnabar?" Old Cao looked at me.

I nodded and asked him in a low voice, "There is a boy's urine. If it works, I'll take care of it!"

After saying that, I blushed. It's a shame that I'm a baby.

Men, the ultimate success still depends on women.

"No. I have my own pee with me." Old Cao said lightly.

I was surprised by what old Cao said. Did he go out to find netizens just to fight the landlord?

No wonder he looks regretful every time he sees netizens. People like sausages, but you say there are only cucumbers. Can we be happy together?

"Oh, it's a pity that there is no riding cloth now? Otherwise, it will be much easier." After saying that, old Cao shook his head regretfully.

"What is the riding cloth?" Hearing what old Cao said, I asked curiously. It's the first time I've heard of horse riding cloth.

"Menstrual belt. That is the most thren thing, which used to be our very useful tool. Old Cao's eyes shined.

Menstrual belt?! I open my mouth wide. This thing is really difficult to find now. Now it's either Sophie or Shubao. Who still uses that?

It seems that sanitary napkins have defeated traditional culture again!

"Can sanitary napkins be used?" I whispered to old Cao.

Because I remembered that the secretary had just found Sophie from her bag. Depending on her situation, relatives from a distant house are coming to visit her.

No, it's a little difficult for me to ask her for that Sophie. I guess she may slap me with a big earhook to make me feel rhythmic.

Old Cao relieved me. Because he replied, "That water absorbs too much and doesn't work."

"They can make tea, just like drinking that oolong tea."

"You think it's a vampire." Old Cao's voice started.

At this time, the elevator stopped.

The company has arrived.

As soon as I saw old Cao and I coming, the front desk of the company stood up.

Although the front desk of the company is called Bu Meili, she is very beautiful. The convex place is absolutely convex, and the upturned place is absolutely upturned, coupled with the tall height and the chest that give people a sense of distance. At first glance, it's the kind that can get a bed in the room.

For her, it can only be described in one sentence: Da Jiqing did not live with her, and she was lucky not to live with her.

"Zhang Deshuai, who did you bring here?" Bu Mei asked me with a smile.

With her smile, her fox-like eyes were even more enchanting. Although the gently swaying willow waist was very attractive, I still refused to take my eyes away from her exhaling chest. That career line, as if it had been smeared with 502, kept my eyes moving.

Bu Mei, I am willing to give you hundreds of millions of my descendants. Bu Meili, I want you to be my tree, that tall tree. And I would like to turn into an eagle and hang on a tall tree.

The classic scene in this romantic film immediately flashed in my mind. It's all the battle between the tall tree and the eagle.

Seeing my eyes wandering on the left and right sides of Bu Mei's chest, Bu Mei asked me with a smile, "Have you seen enough?"

"No!" I answered with saliva, thinking to myself: Why do women develop so well now?

"Zhang Deshuai!" Bu Mei's voice rose.

This time woke me up.

"Gan, gaffe!" I blushed and said with embarrassment.

"Do you still want me to follow you?" Bu Meili stared and said angrily, "Tell you, don't dream!"

I heard a laugh behind me. Well, this time I was despised by old Cao.

I thought to myself: You can do it if you don't follow the old man below, and I don't have any problem with the little old man below.

I was just about to take old Cao in. Bu Mei knocked on the table and said, "Zhang Deshuai, who did you bring?"

This time, Bu Meili asked me without a smile.

Isn't it just looking at the chest? What's there to be angry about? That's my naked respect for your beauty.

"Oh, oh!" Oh, I was thinking about how to explain Mr. Cao.

I can say that I am a master invited by the boss to the security guard, but I can't fool the front desk like this.

"He, he is an old man of Miao Ruyun." I replied to Bu Mei.

This answer immediately attracted the attention of Bu Meimei. Seeing her looking up and down at old Cao, it was obvious that she could not connect the obscene old Cao with the charming Miao Ruyun.

If you can connect them, you don't have to be the front desk, just write novels.

This time, Bu Meili said nothing more and obediently let me and old Cao come in.

However, as soon as Mr. Cao and I came in, we saw those colleagues surrounded. They shouted almost with one voice, "Good job, Uncle Miao!"

I was stunned.

Old Cao was also stunned.

This is completely the treatment that only the boss can enjoy.

Old Cao nodded kindly and replied, "Good comrades! Comrades, thank you for your hard work!"

Colleagues were stunned and didn't know what to say. Zeng Kefan reacted first: "Serve the people!"

At this time, I realized why everyone called Old Cao Uncle Miao.

They are all Bu Mei.

It seems that there are two places where gossip is prevalent: one is the company, and the other is the Internet.

"Auncle Miao, I'll take you to see Director Miao later? Is she having a meeting inside now? Hao Min said attentively. That face smiled like a summer flower.

Old Cao nodded with a smile, took Hao Min's hand and said, "Little girl, how old are you? Shall we talk later? I will touch my bones and fortune-telling!"

Old Cao's proposal made Hao Min immediately lower his head shyly and stop talking.

Nima, old Cao, can't you have a little image? If someone else gives you some sunshine, you will bloom. Hao Min is not a sunflower.