Whether you admit it or not, there is such a phenomenon in this world:
Some people work hard all their lives, but in the end they can only afford to have enough food and clothing.
Some people, on the other hand, only need a little effort to achieve astonishing results in a certain industry or field, and then rise to the top...
This is fate!
Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are in the hands of God, this is never empty talk!
To some extent, it is indeed not up to you to decide what kind of person you will become and what heights you will reach in your life, but it is closely related to the upper limit of your talent!
As the saying goes: There are many things in this world, many fields, that do not require talent. But once talent is required, most people are still unable to reach it.
Something like talent...
Mysterious and mysterious...
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After Song Chufeng finished drawing the amulet, he became nervous and apprehensive. He looked at Wan Qiang cautiously, hoping to hear something different from her.
But... no!
She said nothing.
He didn't even take a second look at the amulet.
When Song Chufeng saw this, his heart skipped a beat.
Then, a voice began to tell him repeatedly: "It's over! The painting is ruined. This is a priceless purple talisman. Captain Wan will definitely be angry."
"Captain Wan, I... I..." After hesitating for a while, Song Chufeng finally uttered a complete sentence, "I didn't mean to do that. I was too nervous. I'm really sorry that I messed up the painting. Don't worry, I will do my best to find a way to get you a purple..."
"Huh?" Wan Qiang was completely stunned by Song Chufeng's words. "What did you say, smashed?"
She didn't seem to say that the painting was smashed.
Is this kid suffering from paranoia?
"My amulet didn't work, didn't it? I was just trying to say for sure..."
"Who said it wasn't successful?" Wan Qiang looked at Song Chufeng as if he were a fool. "It was very successful."
"Song Chufeng, you have an extremely high talent for drawing talismans. With a little training, you will definitely become the forefather of talisman masters in the world of metaphysics."
Wan Qiang's tone was neither light nor heavy, almost without any emotion. But only Song Chufeng knew what kind of impact Wan Qiang's words had on him.
Extremely talented.
After a little training, Chen comforted the originator of the talisman master in the metaphysical world...
If someone else had said this, Song Chufeng would have naturally scoffed at it. But it was clear that the talismans painted by Guo Wanqiang were powerful, and when she affirmed them, it was completely different.
"Captain Wan." Song Chufeng looked at Wan Qiang excitedly. After hesitating for a long time, he finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most in his heart, "Can I really do it? Do you really think I can do it?"
"I never tell lies," said Wan Qiang.
Song Chufeng felt like he had been given a thousand reassurance pills. He was nervous, but at the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief. "I hope the team will give me more guidance."
Wan Qiang was thinking the same thing, so she immediately told Song Chufeng, "From now on, I will teach you personally every Monday, Thursday, and Sunday evening from 8 to 9 p.m."
Song Chufeng thanked Wan Qiang countless times before leaving.
After he left, Bo Sisi rushed in immediately, "Master, what did you talk to Song Chufeng about?"
"Are you curious?" Wan Qiang asked Bo Sisi.
Bo Sisi nodded rapidly: "Yeah, very curious."
"Master, is this something you can say?"
There was nothing to be said, so Wan Qiang answered without giving it much thought: "Yes, I want to teach him how to draw talismans."
Bo Sisi: “???”
Hello, hello, are you kidding me?
I've been your disciple for so long, and you haven't taught me how to draw talismans. How can you teach someone who is not your disciple?
Wan Qiang saw what Bo Sisi was thinking and said, "You don't have enough basics now. You have to learn it even if I teach you."
"Sisi, whether it's cultivation or drawing talismans, it requires not only timing, but also a certain foundation."
"you……"
“…”
Wan Qiang said a lot.
Bo Sisi didn't hear much anyway.
She just stared at Wan Qiang quietly, and after about four or five seconds of distraction, she said angrily, "Oh," "I understand, Master. Don't worry, I will definitely practice the basics as quickly as possible and try not to embarrass you."
"No rush." Wan Qiang was worried that Bo Sisi was burdened, so she patiently comforted her, "Many things are already predetermined, so don't put too much pressure on yourself."
"I have a live broadcast today, pack up and come back with me."
Bo Sisi: "Okay, Master."
When Wan Qiang brought Bo Sisi back to the hotel from the Special Security Bureau, she didn't forget to call Huai Qing, "Do you have a lot of villas?"
On the other end of the phone, Huai Qing, who was taking care of Lan Wan'er, answered Wan Qiang's call without thinking, "Yes, Master, I have six villas."
"Pick the biggest one and pack it up. I'll move in after the livestream ends today."
After Wan Qiang finished speaking, Huai Qing responded without any hesitation, "I understand, Master!"
As soon as Wan Qiang and Huai Qing hung up the phone, Bo Sisi looked at her with a puzzled look on her face, "Master, aren't we staying in the hotel anymore?"
"A bigger villa is perfect for you brothers to live together, which will make it easier for me to teach you."
Hearing this, Bo Sisi nodded thoughtfully, "Master is wise!"
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As soon as Wan Qiang's live broadcast started, millions of netizens immediately flocked in and frantically posted comments.
[Shock, shock, the ancestor of metaphysics, Wan Qiang, has started live streaming again]
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