The Imperial Hotel is undoubtedly the most extravagant hotel in the city.
Wang Yanyan ordered a big meal at the revolving restaurant on the top floor, which was a huge expense. He sat by the window and immediately stood up when he saw Simon coming. He shook hands with him and offered him a seat. He was very attentive, which made Simon feel a little embarrassed.
Simon smelled the scent of the Hongmen Banquet.
Sure enough, the details of the Hongmen Feast soon surfaced. Wang Yanyan briefly explained the situation and, while handing over the client's information, said, "Teacher, you must help me! I suspect that client nicknamed 'Big King Heihei' is a sociopath and a gang leader. If I can't handle him, you'll definitely see me on the news tomorrow!"
The information wasn't extensive, so Simon quickly finished it. He thought for a moment and said, "Your profile is incomplete. We have no idea about the personality traits or sexual preferences of this 'male idol'. It's impossible to pursue him, right?"
Wang Yanyan nodded like a chick pecking at millet, kneeling down to beg for guidance.
Simon, taking advantage of the situation, said, "Let's get a projectile test and try it!"
"What test?" Wang Yanyan looked confused.
Simon said, "Projective testing involves taking something meaningless and asking the client to interpret it. Because the material is completely unguided, what the client interprets is his or her inner world."
Wang Yanyan quickly searched Baidu for a bunch of projective tests, asked Simon to sift through them, and then asked, "Teacher, these alone aren't enough. Do you have the technique to make a man fall in love with me in 21 days?"
Simon said: "How can true love be that simple? Of course, if it's just infatuation, a lounge chair and an hour would be enough."
Wang Yanyan's eyes lit up and he took out a small notebook to take notes.
Simon glanced at Wang Yanyan and said, "It's useless. To master this technique, you first need four years of undergraduate psychology, three years of graduate school, rigorous training, five years of self-analysis, ten years of work experience, and thousands of hours of case experience... You'd better give up. Even if you learn it, you won't teach it to your clients."
But Wang Yanyan is not someone who gives up easily, mainly because the commission cannot be given up.
So he persistently asked Simon for guidance on this case.
Soon, Wang Yanyan's little notebook was filled with various nouns.
What are the trigger points of desire, what is the mirror of my transference, what is the father's rectum...
So this meal turned into a lesson on "the principles of homosexual love" and "teaching you how to stimulate the other person's love, desire and obsession".
Finally, in order to express his gratitude, Wang Yanyan forced a big red envelope on Simon.
Simon initially didn't want it, but then changed his mind—he'd just consider it tuition money. So, he happily calculated his bank account balance with Light Blue.
That night, Wang Yanyan whipped out a "new plan for pursuing her man" overnight. As dawn began to break, Wang Yanyan stretched. He had originally planned to send this new plan to the terrifying "Big King Heihei," a man with underworld connections. But then he thought: The client had originally requested a three-day deadline, so coming up with a new plan after just one day seemed a bit imprudent! So... he'd better wait until the last hour to send it to them, to demonstrate the new plan's significance!
Wang Yanyan was full of energy. He stretched, drank a cup of coffee, and started a new day's work.
But Ming Huan stared at his phone intently. A whole day had passed, and the legendary gold medal mentor had not sent him the plan yet!
Ming Huan couldn't help himself and finally sent a message asking, "Hey, is there a new plan?"
Wang Yanyan was arguing with another female client who had paid the highest price for the service, so he casually replied to Ming Huan, "Not yet. I'm working on a plan for you! Once it's finished, it will have to go through the company's review and discussion before it can be given to you. Please be patient."
Ming Huan couldn't calm down for a moment. He threw his phone aside in anger and thought: As expected, anyone who has anything to do with psychology is a liar! I have to rely on myself!
When the big devil was wandering around in the palace, feeling anxious and irritable, he would stand by the black water pool in the palace's main hall and use a fist-sized moonstone to hit the fish in the pool to relieve his boredom.
When another silver moonstone was thrown in a graceful arc in the dark space and hit a koi, Ming Huan suddenly had an idea.
Moonstone! !
Yeah, why didn't I think of that? Why bother going to some damn relationship agency? Couldn't I just go straight to the matchmaker and have him tie the knot?! It's such a hassle!
The Demon Lord has always been a very proactive person, and he will do what he thinks of.
Yue Lao originally lived in the Heavenly Palace, but later people's faith weakened. These gods who lived on faith could not support the huge faith point expenses of the Heavenly Palace, so they moved to the human world to make a living.
The Demon Lord quickly found out Yue Lao's residence from the little monsters under his command.
Half an hour later, a tall, evil-looking and handsome man in black stood downstairs of a high-end apartment building.
It seems that even if the gods move to the human world, they will still not treat themselves badly!
Ming Huan thought silently, he took a deep breath, and pressed the button for the top floor of the elevator.
Soon, the elevator door opened and Ming Huan arrived at Yue Lao's door.
Ming Huan tidied his hair and clothes, and politely rang the doorbell for the first time.
The doorbell rang for a long time but no one came out to open the door, so the Demon Lord, who had finally regained his politeness, broke in directly.
It was a large duplex apartment, estimated to be at least 300 square meters. A crystal chandelier hung in the living room, illuminating every corner with stunning detail. The living room was a bit messy, with a few red balls of yarn rolling around on the floor, a few torn photos, a ball of toilet paper, and a coffee table covered in uneaten potato chips.
Ming Huan was not familiar with Yue Lao, and he didn't know what the style of this god who managed marriages was. Maybe he was just like that.
The Demon Lord needed help at the moment, so he stood in the living room and asked politely, "Excuse me, is Yue Lao here?"
No one answered him.
"Your Majesty, Yue Lao is not here. How about I keep an eye on him here for you? As soon as he comes back, I will immediately capture him and take him to the Demon Palace!" said the shadow guardian.
Ming Huan shook his head, thought about it, and took the escalator in the hall to the second floor.
There are three rooms on the second floor, with crystal-engraved signs hanging on the doors.
The sign had only one word on it. The first one had "God," followed by "Human" and "Demon."
Ming Huan pushed open the "God" door and found that the space inside was much larger than he had imagined, but the furnishings were very simple, with only a tree-shaped shelf with a few red silk threads on it.
Ming Huan had very good eyesight and could see without going in that each tree branch had the name of a deity written on it. Some of the names were very familiar to him, while others were relatively unfamiliar.
There were only a few branches, and the red ropes swayed gently in the wind beneath them. Some of the ropes were tied together, while others were unattached and flying about in the wind.
"This must be the red thread of Yue Lao!" Ming Huan touched his chin and thought, this room is for gods, so it is understandable that they are less arrogant. Many gods do not have love, so they will have fewer red threads.
Ming Huan had no interest in the love affairs of these gods. He just took a casual look and then turned to the room with the "monster" sign hanging on it.
This room was larger than the previous "God" room, and there were many more red lines. The light was a little dim. Ming Huan searched for a long time but could not find his own name on the tree-shaped supports in the middle. He only found the names of many little monsters.
"What's my name?" Ming Huan was a little puzzled. "Why is there no love relationship?"
"Your Majesty, look over there!" The shadow protector reminded Ming Huan in time.
Ming Huan then looked towards the direction the Shadow Guardian pointed, and discovered that in addition to the red string hanging from the tree-shaped branches, there were also some bookshelves around the room.
Ming Huan walked into the bookshelves, where some red lines were placed in a disorderly manner. Some were long and some were short, and no one knew what they were used for.
He found that the bookshelves were also classified.
A three hundred year old monster is a bookshelf, a five hundred year old monster is a bookshelf, and a thousand year old monster is another bookshelf.
It seems that the older you get, the longer the red line becomes!
Ming Huan controlled his instinctive urge to grab those red lines, walked step by step to the bookshelf of the three thousand year old monster, and soon found his own name.
His name was engraved on a small wooden box. Ming Huan took a deep breath, opened the box, and saw a red ball of yarn inside!
Ming Huan picked up the ball of yarn that belonged to his destiny with great hesitation, then pulled it open and took a look.
This damn matchmaker!!
There is a name about every half meter on the wool.
Ming Huan really didn't understand why there were all these messed up names on his red thread.
It was not until he pulled the ball of yarn more than ten meters away that he discovered the last name. It was a vixen who tried to climb into the bed more than a thousand years ago!
How ridiculous! !
Ming Huan was angry. When did he allow these little monsters to exist on his red line?
The Demon Lord stretched out his claws angrily, used his magic power to erase all the strange names on the ball of yarn, then grabbed the ball of yarn angrily and walked out of the "monster's" love room.
Finally, Ming Huan stood outside the door of the "human" love room.
He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
With a loud noise, countless balls of yarn poured out from the door and submerged Ming Huan!
There are several human names on each ball of yarn.
It turns out that there are too many love affairs among humans, and in recent years the population has exploded and life expectancy has shortened. In order to save resources and space, Yue Lao wrapped the red threads of these people's love into a ball of wool and stuffed it in the room for easy reference and management!
At this moment, Ming Huan suddenly opened the "human" door, and billions of human love affairs rushed towards him like a tide. The balls of yarn continued to pour out of the door, finally filling the entire 300-square-meter loft. Each ball of yarn was small, but there was more of it.
"Um...I..." Ming Huan wanted to struggle, but soon he couldn't struggle in this room full of yarn balls.
Finally, when the Shadow Protector pulled Ming Huan out, he discovered that the Demon Lord had revealed his true form: a black cat with a ball of yarn in its mouth, its body entangled in another ball of yarn, and several scratches on its claws, lying motionless.
The black cat didn't dare to struggle, fearing that the yarn balls might contain his love connection. If he struggled, he would sever his love connection, which would be more trouble than gain. He could only grit his teeth in anger and say, "Damn Yue Lao, he actually used yarn balls as red strings! I have no words to say for this!"
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