Chapter 72 The Rightful Master

But when the middle-aged man came to see me again the next day, I finally understood what all this was about.

It turns out that the jade pendant yesterday was used by him to test me!

As a result, I proved with practical actions that I was not a charlatan, and the middle-aged man was ready to introduce me to the ‘right owner’ of this business.

Damn it, I burst into tears knowing the truth. I felt really unhappy about being teased.

But since it was a business introduced by the T-shirt man, I had no choice but to endure it.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man took me all the way to the city hall and arranged for me to rest in a living room. As soon as I entered the government compound, my frantic heart immediately calmed down. I finally understood that I was dealing with an official. No wonder the other party was so cautious!

If I had known this was the case, I would not have taken this business. My grandfather once taught me to try not to provoke people in the officialdom. Although the profits are high and the benefits are great, the risks are also great.

After waiting for more than an hour, I lost my temper. After drinking three cups of tea, we finally arrived.

Accompanied by the middle-aged man yesterday, a bald old man walked in. He had a big belly, was dressed in formal clothes, and spoke in an official tone: "I'm sorry, little comrade, for keeping you waiting! I'm really busy with government affairs. , can’t get away.”

"Mr., you're welcome. You are busy with government affairs. I am just a common citizen with nothing to do. I can still afford to wait for this little time." I said.

"Young comrade has a good sense of consciousness." The bald old man smiled and said, "Have you considered developing your career in the future?"

"Old sir, you are commending me." I immediately waved my hand and said, "I don't have such ability, I just make a living in society casually."

I don’t know how long I kept being polite to him. Anyway, I didn’t know what to say. The bald old man said: "Young comrade is our distinguished guest. Secretary Ye, go and arrange a private room. I want to chat with the distinguished guest." chat."

The middle-aged man nodded immediately, made a phone call, and then sent us to a private room in a five-star hotel.

In the car, I felt uneasy.

After helping the bald old man solve the problem, should I take the money? Will taking the money make him resentful? If I don't take the money, will it arouse his suspicion and worry that I will tell his secret?

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became. Finally, I asked the bald old man if he could invite my partner. He is also a master at this.

I think Li Mazi is a smooth and well-rounded person, so he can definitely hold his own in this scene.

At first the bald old man disagreed, but once he heard that he was my partner, he said nothing more. I immediately called Li Mazi for help, but Li Mazi obliged. Maybe this was a good opportunity for him to make friends with important people.

Li Mazi is indeed a veteran, and he always flatters her. He chatted for a long time, and the meal was almost finished. The bald old man still hadn't told me what he wanted from me for help. I was on pins and needles and kicked Li Mazi several times.

Li Mazi then asked politely: "Old sir, to be honest, you have done so many practical things for the people. It is our honor to serve you. Tell me! What troubles have you encountered recently?"

The excited face of the bald old man dimmed instantly. He sighed and said, "Recently, I don't know what's going on. There's always a buzzing sound in my head. It's so noisy that I can't sleep well. The food doesn’t taste good either…”

"Later, I went to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor also said that I was in good health and that there was nothing wrong with me. He also said that I might be mentally exhausted from having to deal with so many things every day, so he prescribed some mental medicine for me."

"But after taking it, instead of getting better, the buzzing sound became louder and more frequent. Then I calmed down and listened carefully. Guess what I heard?"

I immediately asked nervously: "What did you hear?"

"In my head, there seems to be a large group of monks chanting sutras, all chanting in Sanskrit. Alas! I haven't slept for several days because of this, and it has seriously affected my work during the day."

"If I hadn't considered that the country still needs my old bones, I would have applied for retirement long ago. Being a parent official is not that easy!" The bald old man sighed.

Li Mazi was so moved that he almost had tears in his eyes. He quickly went up to give the bald old man a pat on his back: "Old sir, you have really dedicated your whole life for us. It would be an understatement to say that you are a contemporary Kong Fansen."

This scene is so disgusting that I want to vomit. This big belly, this visit to a five-star hotel, makes me look like a corrupt official.

But having said that, the bald old man’s matter doesn’t seem to have anything to do with femininity, right? Then why did he come to the door? Could it be that all his symptoms were caused by a certain antique?

So I asked: "Old sir, are there any unclean objects around you?"

The bald old man slapped the table, which startled me. I thought I had said the wrong thing.

But then he exclaimed excitedly: "The little comrade is really capable. He can see the crux of the problem at a glance."

After saying that, the bald old man took out a string of Buddhist beads from his arms and placed them on the dining table in front of him: "Little comrade, take a closer look. Is there anything weird about these beads?"

I immediately picked up the beads and looked at them carefully.

Judging from the material and smell, this should be a string of ebony beads. Each bead is engraved with a monk sitting cross-legged, and Sanskrit is engraved on the back, which should be something like a Buddhist scripture.

The carving of this string of beads is very exquisite, and even the facial features of each monk are lifelike and different. There's anger, there's happiness, there's greed, there's desire. It's obvious at first glance that it's the work of a skilled craftsman, and it must be some years old.

In short, the value of this Buddhist beads should be very high.

As for other clues related to femininity, I didn't see any of them.

However, after all, I was dealing with Mr. Guan, so I was still very cautious. I first praised the beads, and then said: "This string of beads should be Buddhist beads without prayer beads. It is blessed with the powerful mind power of the eminent monk, and it can protect people." Peace, and get rid of bad luck. However, if used improperly, it will indeed bring some side effects. Mr., you have great merits and have strong people's faith to protect you. This Buddha bead in your hand may refute the people's faith. Have you ever considered throwing away this string of beads?"

Once the femininity is separated from its owner, it cannot function. Since I can't see the fishy nature of this string of beads, I might as well just get rid of them. Wouldn't that make things perfect?

But the old gentleman shook his head: "It's useless. No matter where I throw the beads, or even give them to subordinates, they will sneak back. I have tried several times..."

I was shocked. Are these Buddhist beads so evil? Even though he has legs, he can still fly, and he can automatically return to his master.

I said, "How about this! Leave the beads to me for safekeeping today. If there is really a problem, I will find a way to help you get rid of it."

The bald old man was immediately overjoyed: "I think you are very enlightened, little comrade! Don't worry, as long as you can help me solve this troublesome matter, just let me know if you need my place in the future."

After finally sending the bald old man away, I breathed a sigh of relief, slumped on the chair and said, "Li Mazi, you are quite awesome. If you don't join the officialdom, you will be blind."

Li Mazi cursed: "I don't want this, it's all forced by life. Brother Zhang, do you understand the meaning of this string of Buddhist beads?"

I shook my head and said not yet, let's go back to the store and study it slowly.

Back at the antique store, I looked closely at the beads with a magnifying glass. All ghost objects have more or less been in contact with the dead for a considerable period of time, or are simply made directly from the bones of the dead. As long as you observe carefully, you will definitely find some clues!

But I looked over and over again, using a magnifying glass, fine salt, and boiling water, but I couldn't find anything fishy. Even in the end, I doubted whether this thing was a vaginal object after all...