That’s why I won’t drink with my colleagues. Moreover, going home and drinking alone is a form of self-healing behavior: returning home, closing the door and licking the wounds yourself.
What's this? This is the flaw. Exploitable loopholes. Whether a person performs well or poorly at work, it will definitely affect his daily life. For example, your boss praises you and rewards you with a red envelope. Then even when you are taking a break from get off work, you will be in the same happy mood. On the other hand, if your boss criticizes you, you will feel depressed when you take a break from get off work.
This is a continuation of emotions, which will slowly fade over time and eventually get rid of this influence. As for the time in between when it fades, disappears, and gets rid of its influence, it all depends on the person's psychological quality.
An awesome person like Fan Keqin or the author has a heart as strong as steel and will get rid of the influence in an instant. And now these three people are drinking. And they drink by themselves with the door closed... So, does this mean that this kind of emotional impact is relatively large on them? Fan Keqin analysis: The answer is almost yes.
And a person has a spiritual flaw. At this time, an external force is exerted. No matter what the external force is or the direction of the force exerted, then the external force must be more likely to deviate from the target than when the opponent is usually fine. To put it bluntly, it is easier to succeed.
It seems that some people are very fragile. When I first fell out of love, I felt very painful. You were not interested in other people at first, but at this time, the other person came and took care of you in every way, but they succeeded. What's this? This is a typical example of taking advantage of the flaws and vulnerability of the mind to directly capture the target.
But this is okay, after all, it is just a normal relationship between a man and a woman. If you later find that you don't like it and can't get along, then just separate from the other person. The vast majority of people are not perverted killers, nor can they cling to them.
But it's different now, it's a professional agent who succeeds. Then you really can't get away from it anymore. This is what Fan Keqin is doing now. Screen the goals and determine the goals. Take advantage of the target's psychological vulnerability and vulnerability period and take it down with one strike!
But the little devil has to put it a little further back. The first thing to do is the train station line.
Yan Xingwei got up from bed that day. After washing up in the bathroom, he saw that Mio Nakadai had already prepared breakfast. Zhan Yan smiled at Yan Xingwei and said in a slightly unfamiliar Chinese accent: "Xingwei, I've already made it. Come and try it. I just tried to make the pasta from your hometown you mentioned to me last time. Take a moment. Look, what else is missing?"
Yan Xingwei smiled and said: "Okay, then I will try Mio's cooking." He walked up to him with a smile, sat down, and joked: "Ah, I don't even need to eat it, it must not be delicious. . Otherwise, why don’t you eat it when there is only one bowl? It must be because you know the taste, so you don’t eat it.”
After hearing this, Nakadai Mio felt sweet in her heart. She knew that the other party was teasing her, so she smiled and said, "I don't have it. Xingwei is just willing to tease others. Hurry up and give it a try."
Yan Xingwei smiled, picked up the chopsticks, took a bite of ramen, and paused. He chewed and savored it carefully, but said nothing. Then he picked up the noodles, slurping, and quickly ate the entire bowl of ramen.
Nakadai Mio said happily: "It seems that what I did is okay."
Yan Xingwei said: "That's natural, look how happy I am eating." Then he stood up and said: "Then please Mio, please clean up the dishes. Don't forget to have breakfast on time." After that, he used a towel Wiped his mouth. Start putting on your coat.
Nakadai Mio immediately came over and helped him tidy up his clothes, just like a good wife would. However, Yan Xingwei felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he still smiled, as if he was frivolous, and said: "Oh, Mio, Mio, you are going to make me smell like you again."
Mio Nakadai smiled sincerely every time she heard his teasing, but this time, she forced a smile and said, "What kind of fragrance does that have?"
Yan Xingwei saw that she was just pretending to be happy, but he could only pretend not to notice and said, "Okay, I'll go to work first."
"Yes." Nakadai Mio said, "Be careful on the road."
Yan Xingwei took the handbag, turned around and walked out the door. But after walking to the street, he did feel a little depressed. But he didn't allow himself to have such emotions, so the next moment, he strode out of Nakadai Mio's house as usual.
I called two rickshaws and arrived at the train station in about twenty minutes. Went in from the side passage. I was about to go to my office when I saw a railway worker on the left and said "Ouch". But there was a man from the Secret Investigation Section in plainclothes who punched him down beside him. Then, he began to search up and down his pockets and other parts.
Another plainclothes man immediately took two steps forward to separate this man from several workers who had just been together.
Yan Xingwei is an inspector, so he cannot ignore this kind of thing. He walked over and asked, "What's going on?"
"Ah, it's Chief Yan." A secret agent turned around and greeted him with a smile, and said: "We just saw him sneaky, so we were a little suspicious, so we deliberately waited for him here. It happened to be Search it."
"Oh." Yan Xingwei nodded and said that he understood. How long can a body search last? During the conversation, the secret agent had already completed the search. He turned his wrist and revealed an iron drill, which was square in shape and had small protrusions on the four sides, like a file.
The worker who was beaten immediately shouted: "I am a tool for work, for polishing."
The person in the secret adjustment class smiled and said, "Really? Then why do you think so much about blood stains on these marks?" As he said that, he flashed the four-edged file. I saw some marks on it, which looked a bit like red rust, but not quite like it. The color was a bit dark, so you couldn't see anything for a moment.
"No, it's not blood." The worker immediately defended and said, "It was rust stains. I cleaned them and then got oil stains on them, and it became like this."
"It's obviously blood." The person in the secret adjustment class held the four-edged file tightly and said, "Do you think I can't see it? Tell me, what did you use it for?"
The worker's face was full of anger and grievance, and he said: "I didn't do anything, I just worked normally. That's not blood, it really isn't blood."
