[Traditional Supernatural] [Northeastern Shaman] [Going Out] [No System]
211 Can't find a job after graduating from college? Go back to your hometown in Northeast China to become a master? Zhang Bei said: I am a staunch materialist, and I really can't hold this bowl of rice!
However, the reality is too skinny. I have three hundred left in my pocket, so my grandma will give me twenty thousand. As soon as Zhang Bei took off his cheap suit, wrapped himself in a big cotton-padded jacket, and beat King Wen's drum, silently chanting "Prosperity, Democracy, Civilization and Harmony", he was "taken on" by his own guardian, Mr. Huang Er, who loved to soften China.
I thought it was a feudal superstition, but I didn't expect that Huang Pizi could really slap a ghost into his pocket. Just when Zhang Bei was worried that he would be arrested for "practicing medicine without a license" and would have to wait in jail and face the public examination, the country's mysterious department "749 Bureau" drove down from the sky in a red flag car.
"Young man, this wave of shamanic spiritual power is very exciting. Would you like to have a deputy department-level specialist with a staff?"
Zhang Bei pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, took out the newly issued special law enforcement certificate, and smiled at the stunned charlatan: "I used to be a great dancer, but now I am a national civil servant. Come, let's talk about your feudal superstition and fraud."
Let's see how the 211 top students teach science while leading the fairy family, and "serve the people" in the white mountains and black waters! These days, well-established shamans are the real gods!
Reader comments
This book showed me the power of an iron rice bowl and the determination to never work overtime.
This book showed me the power of an iron rice bowl and the determination to never work overtime.