I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 321 Recruiting? Let's talk about borrowing things.

Su Fan climbed up the stairs along the fire escape.

The owner of this building, who is also the top executive of the entire media group, should be on the top floor at this time, enjoying his leisure time.

As I walked along, the building was brightly lit, and there were not many people getting off work.

These people are busy day and night to report first-hand news across America and even every corner of the world.

As for whether the news is true or false and what impact it will have, that is not something they can care about or interfere with.

After all, they are just a small screw in this huge public opinion machine.

If one is missing, countless replacements will immediately appear.

Therefore, Su Fan never thought of causing trouble for them from the beginning.

Of course, the female host mentioned above is an exception, she asked for it.

If she had shown a little hesitation during her conversation with Su Fan, she would not have ended up losing her voice and appearance.

As Su Fan moved forward, the electronic equipment in the corridor began to malfunction on each floor.

The same is true for sensor lights and surveillance.

This was done by the astrologer ghost, and Su Fan tacitly approved it.

It was pitch black all around. The front and back stairs where Su Fan was were completely dark, but they immediately returned to normal after he left.

[It looks like a villainous evil cultivator. ]

Su Fan couldn't help but laugh at himself.

As the floors gradually went up, the sounds of work coming from outside the corridor turned into sounds of talking and laughing.

With elegant music played by a professional orchestra as the background, men and women talked and laughed one after another, interspersed with the sound of wine glasses clinking.

Everyone's conversation seemed polite, but in fact, every word revolved around money and power, as if the air was filled with the smell of ink from US dollars.

A joke between a few small groups that lasts less than ten minutes can determine the fate of countless workers below.

This group of people are shrewd and indifferent, and they do not hide their greed.

Although they have the same body structure as the worker bees at the lower level, their thoughts and behaviors are vastly different.

Su Fan had a blank expression on his face as he listened to the ridiculous noise after the pleasant negotiation and continued walking up.

Stopping at the end of the stairs, Su Fan walked outside, and waiting for him was a smiling secretary wearing half-framed glasses.

"Hello, distinguished guest, the gentleman has been waiting upstairs for a long time."

She is tall and curvy, with long legs wrapped in black stockings.

In terms of figure, appearance and temperament, she is not inferior to the female stars active on the screen.

Professional attire and work-related attire add a touch of temptation.

She bowed and greeted him politely, and it seemed that she had known Su Fan would visit.

There was no one else inside the floor except Su Fan and several security personnel.

Su Fan smiled slightly when he saw this.

"Lead the way."

"No problem, please come with me."

The female secretary smiled, put on her high heels, and took Su Fan to the elevator in the middle of the floor.

She swayed gracefully as she walked, and ordinary people would not be able to divert their attention at all, but none of the security guards around her turned their eyes away.

After using their identity cards for verification, the two of them took the elevator to the top floor of the building.

Soon, the elevator door opened.

After crossing the corridor, Su Fan saw a white room.

There are no extra decorations or luxurious ornaments, just simple tables and chairs, and a skinny man sitting on them, working at his desk.

The latter looked up when he heard the elevator door open.

The other party was not like the industry tycoons in many movies and TV dramas, with a big belly. Instead, he looked very mentally healthy.

The eyes hidden behind the lenses flashed with shrewdness, and the white light from above shining on his skin gave people a strong sense of crisis.

It's like looking through the aquarium glass and watching the light shining on the rough skin of a white shark.

"I expected you to come, but I didn't expect you to move so quickly. Sue."

The man spoke in a very friendly and natural tone. If someone who didn't know him well, they would probably think this was a meeting between old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"This is the first time we meet. You can call me Mikaelson, or of course, you can just call me Michael."

The other party extended his hand, but Su Fan had no intention of shaking hands with him. He just quietly looked at the man who called himself Mikaelson, as if waiting for his next words.

The friendly handshake was ignored, but Mikaelson did not show any dissatisfaction.

"It seems that my actions were a bit abrupt, but it doesn't matter. We have plenty of time to talk slowly."

"Let me start with how I knew you would come to visit me."

……

He is Su Fan.

He was adopted from an orphanage and raised by an antique shop owner.

He completed his university studies smoothly, and in the end did not choose to work in programming related to his major, but instead returned home to inherit the family business.

Such people, apart from their own talents and wisdom, have almost no social resources...

The person who was supposed to be working under him, started to take on exorcism-related business at some point last year, and gradually demonstrated extraordinary abilities and amazing growth potential.

He read all the information about Su Fan, but still couldn't figure out where this young man's abilities came from.

It can only be explained as a gift from God.

When faced with such an existence, the first thing they thought of was to win it over.

Mikaelson did not send anyone to monitor Su Fan's every move. He knew that Su Fan would immediately notice it and cause disgust.

He made speculations based on Su Fan's personality.

Su Fan, who can solve problems directly and rarely beats around the bush, will definitely come to confront me with such an action plan.

Of course, these cannot be said directly.

"I just felt that you and I would definitely meet, so I asked the secretary to be on standby at any time. I didn't deliberately monitor you."

"Please don't feel offended. What you did was really eye-catching. In fact, besides me, there are other people who are also looking at you."

Having said that, Mikaelson paused.

But he didn't wait for Su Fan to ask.

The young man remained silent as before.

Those eyes, as calm as a pool of water, looked at him.

He is still waiting for my explanation.

After realizing this, Mikaelson still wasn't angry.

He knew very well that the best way to deal with ordinary people who suddenly possessed extraordinary powers was to give them enough respect first.

Living in the lower class of society, they regard so-called dignity as more important than their own lives.

Make them feel respected, and they will naturally develop a good impression of the person you are talking to.

The beating around the bush and mutual probing among elites are not as useful as simple, straightforward and direct conversations.

"I don't know exactly who those people are, but they are quite kind to you."

"I even expressed the idea that you could always join in if you wanted to."

As he spoke, Mikaelson took out a business card with only a picture on it from his suit pocket.

Above, on the triangular pyramid, a lifelike eye is open, looking like it has some strong religious coloring.

The all-seeing eye. "Freemasonry?"

Seeing the young man in front of him finally speak, a smile appeared on Mikaelson's face.

"I think you can also get some information about this pattern from some folk rumors..."

"For example, manipulating elections and carrying out assassinations..."

Mikaelson joked at this point.

"In reality, it's not as weird as the legend says. It's just a gathering held occasionally by a group of people who do business with each other frequently."

"Aren't there such chambers of commerce all over the world?"

"Su, I know you came here to ask me for an explanation because your reputation was violated."

"I would like to express my deepest apologies for the inconvenience I have caused you before."

"I can immediately stop all news reports about you and compensate those who are disturbed..."

"Is this the sincerity you express in inviting me?"

The young man smiled.

"Isn't this a little too little for Freemasonry?"

"Of course it's more than that."

Mikaelson shook his head.

"You know, we have many partners and resources around the world."

"If you are willing to join, I can give you the mining rights of an oil field in the Middle East in my personal capacity as a gift."

"Oh?"

The young man opposite seemed to be interested and smiled for the first time.

"anything else?"

"...I can only tell you about other benefits when you join the club. They involve confidential information, so I can't reveal them now."

"But believe me, everything you have in the past will pale in comparison to this great gift."

Mikaelson's words were very tempting. Just a few words seemed to present mountains of gold and silver in front of Su Fan.

"After joining, will I be considered one of God's chosen people?"

"Of course. Not only you, but even your deceased adoptive father will be regarded as..."

Before Mikaelson could finish his words, he was interrupted by Su Fan.

“Can Taoist priests be God’s chosen people?”

"Of course you can, but after you join, your religious beliefs must also be changed."

Mikaelson didn't hesitate at all.

The so-called Jews have long gone beyond the concept of race.

They continue to intermarry with other races and absorb the female members of their races as part of their group.

What truly connects them is not a sense of belonging among the same race, but a solid chain of interests.

Not to mention that he believes in Taoism, even if he has a Koran in his pocket and his name is Muhammad, he can still join the sect as long as it is profitable.

The secret organization of the world's most powerful country invites people to join, and the price is just to change their beliefs.

Such a profitable business... one could even say it's a quick success, who wouldn't be tempted?!
"Sounds good."

Su Fan smiled.

"But I came here this time not to ask for money, nor to join the club, but to borrow something else."

"what?"

Seeing that the other party was interested, Mikaelson asked patiently.

In his opinion, as long as he can obtain the other party's mysterious power, anything can be discussed.

"I'll borrow your head for use."

Mikaelson looked up and met Su Fan's gaze.

After realizing that the other party was not joking, the smile on that face completely disappeared.

He finally understood what the smile on Su Fan's face meant.

It was not that they were interested in what he said, but it was like watching a clown performance on the stage.

From the beginning to the end, the other party had no intention of having a good conversation with him!
"You want to kill me?"

The amiable smile from before disappeared, and the middle-aged man in front of Su Fan leaned back in the chair behind him.

There was an obvious change in his temperament. After removing his disguise, Mikaelson's face was cold and his eyes were full of mockery.

"if not?"

As Su Fan opened his mouth, rolling black mist poured out of his pocket, forming the shadow of a female ghost in mid-air.

"I know you have personal abilities that are beyond the reach of ordinary people, but how could I not be prepared?"

As Mikaelson finished speaking, countless black holes appeared from the wall on one side.

Countless red dots submerged all the vital parts of Su Fan's body.

At the same time, a brilliant holy light suddenly burst out in the house.

The astrologer ghost screamed in pain, but only lasted for a second before her body dissipated and turned into black smoke and returned to the tarot cards.

"The stuff I got from the Vatican is very useful, isn't it?"

Mikaelson shrugged.

"These guns use specially made tungsten armor-piercing bullets. If you think your body is harder than steel, you can give it a try."

He stood up from his seat and came to Su Fan.

"Is that the evil spirit you collected from the tarot cards? It looks like a good pet."

"What? You won't let her bite me?"

"I haven't tasted what a ghost is like yet."

The man's tone was rude, and his previous politeness seemed like an illusion.

After realizing that Su Fan could not be a help at all, Mikaelson naturally had no need to maintain his previous hypocritical appearance.

He smiled triumphantly, came to the corner of the room, took off his pants and shot a stream of water at the wall.

"I still like a straightforward and efficient pariah like you. At least you don't have to waste too much of my time and energy."

"It's really hard work for me to recruit inferior people like you."

"There's an old guy in the club, and they want to recruit you... I don't know what they are thinking."

Mikaelson shook his legs, but accidentally urinated on his hands.

"Lend me your cheek, dear Sue."

He frowned and came straight to Su Fan. As he spoke, he was about to put his hand on Su Fan's face.

The next second, a piercing pain suddenly attacked the brain, and at the same time, the body suddenly lost balance and fell to the ground.

When he looked down, he found that his limbs had been completely twisted and broken.

The broken bones penetrated the muscles and skin and were exposed.

He opened his mouth to scream, but only breathed out.

“Fire…fire…”

He was finally able to make a sound, but found that there was no response to his calls.

What terrified him even more was that all the red spots had moved to his chest!
(End of this chapter)