I am a master of metaphysics, what's wrong with earning 500 billion?

Lu Yanzhou was in a meeting when he received the message. The atmosphere in the meeting room was solemn, and the room was full of people who dared not breathe. Suddenly, a ding dong broke the silence. Everyone looked at each other, thinking who was so bold that they didn't turn on the mute.

Then they saw the big boss calmly took out his phone from his pocket, and replied to the message as if no one else was there.

Ding dong ding dong sounded in the meeting room from time to time, and the senior executives of the Lu Group were bewildered. Is it because their postures at work today are wrong?Or was the big boss taken away?

Lu Yanzhou chatted with Qin Jiao without distraction, completely caring about the life and death of other people in the conference room.

"When will Mr. Lu be free, can I treat you to dinner?"

"Anytime, you set a time and place?"

"Okay, Mr. Lu has any taboos?"

"no."

"Then I'll make a reservation for the restaurant and contact you."

"okay."

Lu Yanzhou looked at the message Qin Jiao sent him, and his mood turned cloudy. He put his phone away, only to find that everyone in the room was looking at him with strange eyes, as if they just knew him.

He glanced around indifferently, and everyone was relieved immediately, and the meeting continued.

After Qin Jiao finished chatting with Lu Yanzhou, they walked around the villa, NO.14 and they followed behind her, watching her move here and there, and draw circles on the wall from time to time.

NO.14 asked curiously: "Is this a formation?"

Qin Jiao looked sideways at NO.14: "Do you understand?"

NO.14 shook his head: "I guess."

No. 88 immediately praised: "Baby, you are amazing!"

No. 87 and NO.70 rolled their eyes.

Qin Jiao glanced at No. 88, decided not to care about love, and explained to them: "I'm going to the capital, this formation can protect you."

NO.14 heard the words and frowned: "Aren't you taking us with you?"

"Why are you following me? It's black and white."

NO.14 glanced at the living room, and there were indeed too many people, and the other patients were not normal, and it was very noisy.

"Let them stay here, I'll go with you."

Upon hearing this, No. 88 hurriedly said, "I want to follow you too."

Qin Jiao couldn't help giving him a blank look: "Are you going to follow me, or NO.14?"

"Of course I follow my baby. I'll go wherever she goes." No. 88 answered as a matter of course.

NO.14 added: "I've seen them."

One sentence made Qin Jiao compromise: "Okay, you two follow me, and the others stay."

No. 87 also wanted to follow Qin Jiao, but was worried about the evil spirits in the villa, and finally chose to stay and take care of the patients.

Qin Jiao originally planned to visit the screenwriter with clues in the afternoon or evening, but the director Hu Hao told her that the screenwriter had already been discharged from the hospital.

"Are you sure he's out of the hospital?"

Qin Jiao knew that No. 14 had left resentment in the screenwriter's body. It stands to reason that if the resentment has not been eliminated, it is impossible for him to recover from his illness.

"Yeah, I was just discharged from the hospital this morning, and said that I was in a hurry to write down the next case."

Qin Jiao frowned: "Director Hu, please give me his contact information."

Hu Hao responded on the other end of the phone: "It's okay to give it to you, but you can't find him. He is very strange. Every time he writes a script, he disappears, the phone is turned off, and he is not at home."

The more Qin Jiao listened, the more weird she felt, and she chatted with Hu Hao for a few more words before hanging up the phone.

NO.14 floated over: "That screenwriter is a bit weird, he seems to be able to sense me."

Qin Jiao looked at her: "Are you sure?"

NO.14 shook his head: "Not sure."

Hu Hao gave her the screenwriter's contact information, and Qin Jiao made a phone call, and it turned off as expected.

NO.14 Proposal: "Would you like to visit his house?"

"No need." The phone couldn't be reached, and there was no way to find anyone at his house. Qin Jiao lay on the sofa and simply looked for tips on the small video.

NO.14 leaned forward: "What are you looking at?"

"Let's see what's delicious in the capital."

Qin Jiao planned to go to the capital tomorrow, but today is a bit late, so it was a little hasty to go.

In order to invite Lu Yanzhou to dinner, Qin Jiao did a two-hour guide, which was worthy of the 500 million he spent.

That night, No. 14 and No. 88 sat on the roof of the villa for a date. The two cuddled up to each other, and they inevitably talked about Qin Jiao.

"Why do you think she helped us? Is it really just a fight?"

"What else?" No. 88 hugged NO.14 in her arms: "Baby, don't think so much, I think she's pretty nice, and she doesn't sign a contract with us, what should we worry about? "

NO.14 sighed preoccupiedly: "But it will be very dangerous, those people must have been eyeing her."

"It'll be fine, she's so powerful!"

NO.14 nodded slowly, and couldn't help wondering: "Who the hell do you think she is? Why is she so young, but she has such great abilities? You've seen it too. That Qingfeng Sanren uses spells, but she To be able to draw talismans in the void, I always feel that she is not an ordinary person, and she may not even be human!"

No. 88 clicked his tongue: "Baby, she is our benefactor after all, don't say that about her."

"That's not what I meant." NO.14 thumped him: "I'm telling you the truth."

No. 88 smiled and kissed her: "Okay, okay, whoever she is, the important thing is that she is on our side."

NO.14 Thinking about it, she still looked worried. She knew how cruel those people were. It was too dangerous for Qin Jiao to be targeted by them. She had to guard her all the time, no matter what the price was. Can't let her have an accident!
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In the dark basement, Qingfeng Sanren, wearing a black robe and disheveled hair, is refining evil spirits.

This is no ordinary basement. There are several operating tables in the spacious basement, and the strong smell of blood is disgusting.

Qingfeng Sanren had already stayed here for a day and a night. When it was dawn, he patted the gray cloth bag hanging on his waist, and left the basement contentedly.

This is a hospital, and the patients in the corridor are either smiling stupidly or running around madly, which are obviously not normal.

Qingfeng Sanren glanced at the patients, and took the elevator to the dean's office.

Sitting in the office was a man in his 70s and [-]s. Although he was wearing a white coat, he looked fierce.

The vicious man laughed when he saw Qingfeng Sanren, got up and invited him to sit by the sofa: "Master, is everything going well?"

Qingfeng Sanren nodded, and said a little tiredly: "It's pretty smooth."

"That's good." He said as he took out the phone from his pocket, dialed the number and handed it to Qingfeng Sanren.

The phone was connected quickly, and a dull and hoarse voice came from the other end: "It's over?"

Qingfeng Sanren straightened his back, with a bit of fear in his tone: "It's done."

The man on the other end of the phone snorted coldly: "At the beginning I asked you to refine those evil spirits, but you tried every means to shirk it. Now it's good, you have caused me such a big trouble!"

Qingfeng Sanren claimed to be the seat in front of Qin Jiao, but now he lost his temper and apologized repeatedly cautiously.