Master of Fishing 126

  Wang Xuebin listened to Wang Meng's amazing words, and his interest greatly increased. "Qimen Dunjia? Is there really such a strange study?" This sentence was asked of Tang Zhendong.

  Tang Zhendong smiled slightly, "There is, but it won't be as magical as passing through walls and entering the earth."

  Wang Xuebin's confidence in Tang Zhendong grew even stronger. To know that this was not Tang Zhendong boasting himself, but rather what his fellow inmates were saying about him. Combined with the two mysterious talismans that Tang Zhendong had drawn for himself, Wang Xuebin's confidence in becoming the chief editor had never been so strong before.

  "Hey Big Brother Dong, have you been to prison?" Liu Zhongshu chimed in with a curious tone, clearly without any intention of prying.

  "Haha, it's been nine years now, I've been a soldier for eight years."

  Tang Zhendong has a saying that there is no intention to hide anything, and besides, people in the city are not as feudal and conservative as those in rural areas, they do not have such strong resistance and contempt for those who have been imprisoned.

  When people who have been in prison introduce their experience of being in prison, they don't say they were in prison, but rather that they served in the army. Fellow inmates also don't say fellow inmates, but rather comrades-in-arms.

  "What troops? Ah? I'm confused." Liu Zhongshu said, rubbing his head.

  "Haha," Wang Meng patted Liu Zhongshu's shoulder, "Haha, being a soldier is like being in prison, and being in prison is like being a soldier."

  Liu Zhongshu didn't drink much either. He was just a newly graduated college student, and he thought that being a soldier was like being in prison, so he hadn't reacted yet.

  Wang Xuebin didn't respond, he was still immersed in his own imagination. He no longer had any suspense about becoming the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, and now he was thinking about what would happen after he became the editor-in-chief.

  Everyone had a great time at the dinner, but until the end of the meal, Wang Xuebin still didn't find an opportunity to share his excited feelings with Tang Zhendong alone. However, Wang Xuebin was content and didn't think it was that important to share his feelings or not, as long as he knew that Tang Zhendong indeed had mysterious abilities, that was enough.

  Wang Meng settled the bill first, and when the dinner party ended, it was already 4 pm. It's too late to practice driving, and those who go to work seem to be about to get off work, so there's no need to go back.

  But just then Qingying called, saying that the jewelry store had just called and said that the white gold pendant chain matching the pearl was ready, asking if Tang Zhendong was free to go pick it up together.

  Tang Zhendong immediately agreed. In the past two days at the South City Branch, Tang Zhendong had been thinking of Yu Qingying the most. Perhaps this was the kind of longing that people in love should have.

  Liu Zhongshu and Wang Meng left separately, Tang Zhendong said he wanted to go back to the newspaper office, Wang Xuebin also said he would go together, just taking this opportunity to talk to Tang Zhendong about what he had been doing these days.

  In the taxi, Wang Xuebin asked Tang Zhendong that their newspaper's first pole against the editor-in-chief no longer posed any threat, and there was another person with a strong connection to the organization department, what to do?

  Tang Zhendong told Wang Xuebin to relax and not worry about anything, just do what he normally does without intentionally doing something, with an ordinary heart, the talisman he drew will definitely work at critical moments.

  Although Wang Xuebin had heard of Tang Zhendong's abilities, at this moment he heard Tang Zhendong say so, and it was a personal guarantee to himself. Wang Xuebin felt even more confident in his heart. He would never have thought that the two small yellow papers that Tang Zhendong handed over to him four or five days ago would have such great power!

  Wang Xuebin was even more in awe of Tang Zhendong.

  Actually, Tang Zhendong didn't finish what he was saying. He doesn't understand anything about talismans and can't even draw them. Those two pieces of paper were just his random scribbles, and whether they have any power or not, he's not sure. The possibility that they do is probably less than one in a billion.

  Tang Zhendong only saw the ominous aura on the faces of Wang Xuebin's two rivals, which was also a coincidence and not created by Tang Zhendong himself. One had a sickly aura and the other an accidental aura, and both of their fates were predetermined. What was most important was that Tang Zhendong saw that the Guanlu Palace on Wang Xuebin's face was very rosy, especially after he rearranged the Feng Shui in his office, making the Guanlu Palace even brighter. At first glance, it looked like a prosperous and smooth official career, so Tang Zhendong dared to give Wang Xuebin such a big guarantee.

  But Wang Xuebin didn't think so. He didn't believe in physiognomy, only in luck, or to say that he only believed in the luck brought by Tang Zhendong's feng shui method.

  At the entrance of Haicheng Daily, Yu Qingying was already waiting there. When she saw Tang Zhendong getting off the car, she waved at him. Then, out came Wang Xuebin, their director of editing department.

  "Director Wang, good."

  "Qingying, okay, you guys want to go out? Alright, hurry up and go." Wang Xuebin's attitude was extremely warm and gentle, which made Qingying feel a bit puzzled. Why would Director He be so friendly and courteous?

  "Master Tang, I'll go in first. Let's catch up later." Wang Xuebin waved at Tang Zhendong and entered the newspaper office.

  Qing Ying pulled Tang Zhen Dong's arm and said, "Let's go!"

  Tang Zhendong turned his head to see a pair of eyes staring at him from the newspaper delivery room, a pair of eyes that concealed hatred, Ma Jiaoyang.

  "Your mom, look at me and I'll destroy you!" Tang Zhendong's eyes conveyed his hatred to Ma Jiaoyang. Ma Jiaoyang was so scared that he quickly lowered his head. In fact, Ma Jiaoyang's hatred towards Tang Zhendong was mainly because Tang Zhendong had won the heart of Yu Qingying, a beauty from the newspaper office. He was envious and jealous, but to say that Ma Jiaoyang dared to confront Tang Zhendong head-on, he didn't even have the courage. His own brother Wu Feilong and Zhang Long, also known as Zhang Lao Da, joined forces were no match for Tang Zhendong. Moreover, Zhang Lao Da's powerful arms were crippled by Tang Zhendong during a fight.

  Zhang Long, also known as Zhang Lao Da, is a man who is the best fighter on Haicheng Road. He participated in the national free-fighting competition and almost won the championship. With his iron fists, he can conquer all. He once had a nickname: Iron Fist Zhang.

  A pair of iron fists were broken, it can be imagined that Tang Zhendong's strength. When Wu Lao Da mentioned Zhang Long Zhang Lao Da's words, Ma Jiaoyang was afraid, really afraid.

  Such an opponent, Ma Jiaoyang did not want to meet again. He touched Tang Zhendong's gaze and immediately lowered his head in fear.

  "Let's go!" Tang Zhendong hailed a taxi with a wave of his hand. "You're getting off work pretty early today!"

  "Hehe, I'm leaving first today. Tomorrow I have an interview task, so I'll go back and prepare some materials." Yu Qingying's personality is very gentle, especially when there are outsiders in front of her, even if it's just a driver who is focused on driving in a taxi.

  "Oh."

  "That's right, I recently discovered a problem, you seem to be quite close to our director, what's going on?" Yu Qingying suddenly remembered that Tang Zhendong and Wang Xuebin took the same car, both of them drank wine, it was clear that they were not accidental encounters, but drinking together.

  "Haha, didn't I tell you about this? Wang Xuebin asked me to help him come up with a plan to become the editor-in-chief. You said it was impossible, and we even made a bet on it, didn't we?"

  Qing thought for a moment and indeed it was possible, "However, why did he call you Master Tang? What kind of master are you? I didn't know. Are you a fishing master?"

  Tang Zhendong burst out laughing.