Central District, 14th floor of Hengye Building.
A psychological counseling center called "Tingxin" quietly opened for business.
The white-collar elites coming and going did not have any fluctuations in their hearts except for focusing on the position of the floor guide board for one second longer.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Meazi walked into the elevator of the elevator building wearing a professional suit and holding a cup of coffee in her hand. She nodded to Li Xin'er who held the door for her and said, "Thank you."
"No need." Li Xin'er pursed her lips and smiled, not recognizing Ya Zi's identity.
Because in the information collected by the professor, Li Shaoze and Meazi were divided into two different files for some unknown reason.
However, as long as the employees have been working in Hengye Building for more than two months, no matter whether they are Tianze Certificates or not? Mother Qu Xing Shun Lie Xie Caries? Mother Yu? Shun Ping Xie Sword
"Hello, Mr. Huang."
"Good morning, Miss Huang."
"Good morning, boss lady."
There are employees from other companies in the elevator, as well as Tianze Zheng? Bad Na Shua? Hu times Jiaプ』? Man? Zhui Zhuang? Kong Ying Chi? Xie Xie Jian
Meiko nodded with a smile and stood at the side corner of the elevator. After waiting on the fourteenth floor, he watched Li Xin'er step out of the elevator in high heels.
He moved his gaze upwards to look at the newly hung sign, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Someone actually opened a psychological counseling clinic in Financial Street."
"Wonderful, this move is really wonderful."
Even Meako, a daughter of a financial family, couldn't help but be impressed.
At the same time, Li Xin'er also took out the key card, opened the glass door of the office, walked to the sofa and put down her backpack. And as usual every morning, I took out a pot of tea, threw a few into the helicopter cup, lifted the kettle and brewed it with hot water.
A week has passed since the day she got the key. She took care of all the preparations for the consultation this week. At half past nine, two servants will come to work and be responsible for cleaning the consultation office.
Apart from this, Li Xin'er does not plan to recruit other employees.
Because the psychological counseling office currently has very little business, she alone is enough. What's more, Li Xin'er, who comes from a wealthy family, never intended to make money from this consulting firm.
This place is more like a laboratory than a career, and it is also a place where ideals are placed.
However, from Li Xin'er's perspective, it was obvious at a glance that the location of this consultant was extremely particular.
First of all, Hengye Building is located in the center of Financial Street, the most central location in Hong Kong. The monthly rent is as high as HK$50,000. Invisibly, it can increase the trust of guests and make people feel authority.
Secondly, the financial industry itself is a high-pressure industry with a high incidence of mental illness. Every employee in the financial industry can be said to be a potential customer.
What's more, there are more than a dozen securities firms in this building, and suddenly they sneak into a psychological consultation room, which has an advertising effect in itself.
As long as Li Xin'er works hard, I believe this securities firm will soon become famous.
But today is Saturday...
It’s not surprising that securities firms work overtime on Saturdays, but it’s a bit strange that psychological counseling clinics open on Saturdays.
Li Xin'er took a sip of green tea and opened the medical appointment book.
On the first page of the first book, there is a person's name written on it.
She chose to open today because a customer already made an appointment for treatment today. Soon, Guan Li, wearing a police uniform, knocked on the glass door.
"Please come in."
Li Xin'er sat on the sofa, pointed to the chair opposite and smiled.
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"Thank you, Master Long."
Kowloon, Yip's Wing Chun.
Li Shaoze was shirtless, holding a pair of eight-chopping knives in his hands, and was covered in sweat.
He spent the whole night at the police gun club last night, and it was Saturday which happened to be his day off, so he got up early and rushed to the martial arts gym excitedly.
Since I have been working on cases recently, I have not been able to take the opportunity to learn swordsmanship.
Li Shaoze has not been to the martial arts school once since he paid for Master Long to get a knife.
Fortunately, Lin Kun has been sent to prison, and all prosecution matters have been handed over to the clerk. This case has been completely closed. Only then did he have time to come here specially to take a look at his new knife.
Sure enough, they were a pair of mandarin duck knives, the same size, shining with a cold light.
After Uncle Longma let Li Shaoze try out the sword, he began to teach him the skills of the Eight-Zhan Sword. After talking about it for three hours, Li Shaoze actually started practicing his swordsmanship after he gained some insights.
This practice lasted a day, and it was not until the evening of that day that he recorded the Eight-Zhan Sword.
This is just memorizing it, and it is still far, far away from mastering it.
"To put it bluntly, the Eight-Zhan Sword is the use of eight sword techniques."
"It's a technical word, but it's actually a principle, or a rule."
"There are principles of luck, attack, and defense, but there are no rigid techniques or routines."
While Li Shaoze was panting, he picked up a bottle of mineral water and drank it in two gulps.
He was not idle during this break, but was pondering the theory of the "Eight-Zhan Sword" in his mind.
Most of these theories are methods of luck, but there is only one core rule of attack and defense.
“Don’t fight even a single sword, but when you win, you must pursue your opponent.”
This is about the dangers of weapons, which are completely different from boxing.
When planning normally, find the right opportunity, and if you can hit three punches in ten circles, you have a high winning rate, and you can give it a try.
But weapons are on the other extreme. As long as one is hit by a knife, the outcome is determined. Therefore, the killing move must cost the enemy's life and cannot be fought with a single blow.
And unlike Wing Chun's "Don't chase, take back" rule, once you win with the Eight-Zhan Sword, you must chase the opponent until you kill him.
This is "military danger"!
It can be said that the Zhongzheng Wing Chun and the very spicy Ba Zhan Dao are completely two extremes.
Li Shaoze had a very profound understanding of this after practicing swordsmanship for just one day.
As for some of the skills of the Eight-Zhan Sword in battle, just apply the playing methods of "Little Thoughts". This is also the reason why the Eight-Zhan Sword is also called the "Gasho Sword".
It means "the fists in the hands are combined into the sword in the palm".
When it was almost time for dinner, Uncle Longma walked out of the hall, nodded to Li Shaoze and said, "After practicing for a day, how do you feel?"
"I have memorized everything that needs to be memorized, but it will take some time to practice hard before I learn it."
Li Shaoze said something, all of which were true feelings.
After all, he already has LV2 Wing Chun, so he can learn Ba Zhan Dao very quickly. I'm afraid that if I don't use it for even a year and a half, a new skill will appear on the system panel in a month or two.
"Yes, do you want to stay for dinner tonight?" This is actually Uncle Ryoma's main purpose, because the apprentice in the kitchen is preparing to make rice.
"Thank you, Master, for making an appointment with Meazi for dinner tonight. I want to spend more time with her." Li Shaoze thought of the evening date and declined politely.
