When you call this phone number, you will be asked where you want to go after the call is connected, and you will have to give your code.
Remember, if you give the wrong number, you don’t know where your call will be directed.”
As the old Taoist said this, he handed Zhang Xu a folded piece of paper.
"Why am I called Wasp? Is it because this thing is poisonous?" Zhang Xudong asked with some dissatisfaction.
The old Taoist explained, "The wasp is the tenth-ranked ghost king in Hell. He is in charge of guiding insects after death.
"Of the ten legendary ghost kings in hell, the name Wasp is more normal. Do you want to be called Ox-Head, Horse-Face, or Fish-Gill?"
Zhang Xudong decided to forget it after hearing that. Just call it wasp. It was better than calling it the Black and White Impermanence Night Wandering God.
"Then my pseudonym will be Zhang Weihua. It's ordinary, popular, inconspicuous and meaningful." Zhang Xudong thought about it and said to the old Taoist.
“You just fill it in on your ID, and you will have two sets of files in the future.
However, your file, Zhang Weihua, is encrypted and not everyone can access it.
Take this too. I, the Taoist priest, made this especially for you. With this, it will be easier for you to act openly. Others don't have it."
As the old Taoist said this, he handed Zhang Xudong a red-covered book.
Zhang Xudong opened it and saw that it was a certificate for a railway public security inspector, and his unit was the Tenth Bureau under the Ministry of Public Security.
Zhang Xudong was finally satisfied with the Taoist this time. With this book, at least taking the train would be much more convenient.
"Oh, Master Dao, we've been talking for a while now, but what about salary and benefits? If you want the horse to run, you have to give it some fodder, right?"
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