Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 950: Chapter 923: A Mouthful Owes, a Handful Owes

Such a down-to-earth name, it’s really hard to associate it with a mysterious branch of psychiatry.

When Qian first saw this name, she thought it was someone’s prank. Could it be that the bookstore owner saw her buying so many books related to hypnosis and decided to play a trick on her?

But as she kept reading, Qian completely dismissed this idea and became seriously engaged.

The origin of the Seven Acres Farm is a group of elites from different fields. Some are skilled in psychiatric treatment, some in hypnosis, and others in pharmacology and metaphysics. Yes, metaphysics, because it originally wrote ”metaphysics,” which can be translated as either ”mysticism” or ”metaphysics.” But the author seemed to think this wasn’t accurate and changed it to the Chinese Pinyin, Xuan.

So the owner of this notebook probably isn’t a foreigner.

Qian kept reading, and it said these people formed a small organization, Seven Acres Farm. Each of the four people brought many apprentices, one of whom specialized in hypnosis, followed by a detailed explanation of hypnotic methods.

Qian couldn’t put this book down.

All the information she found combined wasn’t as useful as this one book.

Although this notebook only had a dozen or so pages, reading it felt like opening the door to a new world. Some professional parts made Qian want to slam the table and exclaim, ”I didn’t know it could be done this way!”

When Yu Minglang returned, he saw Qian sitting cross-legged on the bay window, engrossed in an old notebook, so much so that she didn’t even notice when he came in.

”What are you looking at?”

”Ah!” Immersed in the sea of knowledge, Qian was startled by the voice, almost dropping the notebook.

”Are you annoying or what!” Seeing it was him, Qian became embarrassed and angry, hitting him.

”I’ve been standing here for almost a minute!” Xiaoqiang expressed his grievance!

”What are you reading, honey? Wow, this bird language script is so showy!”

If English cursive handwriting is connected to a certain extent, it’s really hard for ordinary people to recognize it. Yu Minglang noticed there was a thick English dictionary on the small wooden table, which indicated that what Qian was reading was quite difficult, and she even had to check the dictionary sometimes. You must know his wife almost scored full marks in Level 6.

”It’s our professional stuff.” Qian reluctantly closed the notebook.

Reading this, she realized that what seemed like complex implant hypnosis was actually not that complicated. Without this notebook, she’d never have guessed.

”Even professional stuff can be so fascinating. If you hadn’t said so, I’d have thought it was the Sunflower Manual or something.” Xiaoqiang teased.

Qian snorted, ”You’re actually right, for people in our profession, this is indeed a martial arts manual that goes from shallow to deep!”

The method isn’t hard, what’s hard is that no one else thought of it.

”Who gave you this?”

Upon Xiaoqiang’s question, Qian’s face which was filled with joy a second ago froze instantly.

While reading, she vaguely understood a bit about who this notebook belonged to, but she didn’t quite want to admit it.

This thing is worth more than gold, it clearly looks like a unique secret manual, not to be shared outside one’s disciples, just how much money did Huaoli earn with this trick?

It’s not an exaggeration to call it a cash cow.

The person capable of writing this must be an authority among authorities and a Chinese person with an overseas background...

Qian’s mind seemed to conjure up Qio Yu Xuan’s schmaltzy voice: ”Qian Baobao~ come on, come be my apprentice~”

Xiaoqiang felt he just asked a particularly simple question, merely inquiring who gave his wife the mesmerizing notebook, so why did his wife have a constipated face of over ten days?

Besides thinking of Qio Yu Xuan, Qian also thought of a saying.

If you eat what others give, you are short of words. If you take what others give, your hand is short of strength.

”I don’t know whose it is, it’s a gift from the bookstore owner!”

That’s right, Qian decided to be shameless.

After all, Qio Yu Xuan didn’t sign his name, just sneakily put it in the books Qian bought.

Qian didn’t have to guess to know it was Arka who leaked her whereabouts. Qio Yu Xuan’s network has always been amazing, and it seems his reasoning ability is quite good too.

Qian thought Huaoli must be one of Qio Yu Xuan’s people. Otherwise, how would Qio Yu Xuan know that she had crossed paths with Huaoli and thrown such a notebook at her?

It’s possible Huaoli is one of Qio Yu Xuan’s apprentices, and Qio Yu Xuan wanted to use this opportunity to win her over by giving her such a notebook. Hah!

Qian wouldn’t accept the favor; it’s like getting bitten by a dog and then pretending to be kind by saying, ”Let me massage it for you~,” she wouldn’t appreciate it.

So, Qian decided to be gloriously shameless, pretending not to know this was Qio Yu Xuan’s notebook.

”This shop’s service is pretty good, okay, from now on, I’ll buy things from him.” Xiaoqiang’s cleverness lies in knowing the truth isn’t what she’s saying, yet never exposing the loopholes in Qian’s words.

If she doesn’t want to say, he won’t ask.

Qian put the notebook aside, ”I’ll go inside and change clothes, and then we can go out to eat.”

”Just so happens big brother is coming today, he said he’s treating us to a big meal.”

Xiaoqiang casually picked up the notebook. He wasn’t interested in the contents inside; he was just drawn to the appearance of the exquisite antique look.

Qian had changed and was about to call him to go together, only to see Yu Minglang flipping the notebook back and forth as if studying it.

”What are you doing?”

”There’s something inside this compass on the cover.”

He used a thin wire, applied a bit of force, and a piece of paper fell out.

The compass looked like a delicate leather carving. Qian had been holding it all afternoon and didn’t notice that it was sewn on.

Xiaoqiang had a stronger sixth sense than most people. As soon as he got the notebook, he felt something was off, flipping it over repeatedly until he discovered the paper hidden in the leather carving.

”Why does it look like a treasure map?” Qian muttered.

”Follow me, and you’ll eat well, won’t you? If it’s a treasure map, we’re rich. Let me see—eh, it really is a map?”

Yu Minglang unfolded the paper; thin paper had a drawing on it.

But it wasn’t a treasure map, instead—

”Who would be dim-witted enough to put this kind of thing inside here, what’s this drawing? An alien run over, or a mangled frog stepped on by spiked shoes?”

Qian took the paper, looking it over and over, only seeing two unidentified objects.

This situation required Yu Minglang, who’s read many comics. Xiaoqiang seriously identified them and finally came to a conclusion.

”This is a raccoon, and that’s a dog. The raccoon is afraid of the dog.”

”How did you see it was a raccoon?”

”Didn’t you see the patterns on its body? As for this creature next to it, I pondered for a long time whether it’s a dog or a wolf. From the angle of the tail, I analyze it’s a dog, though it could also be another canid animal.”

Upon hearing his analysis, Qian could only think of saying, in truth, Panpan from the second brother’s family draws better than this, really.

Although Panpan is still a child, this person’s drawing is not even as good as a child’s.

”This thing was hidden so cleverly, it must be important. Honey, can’t you analyze the character from handwriting? What can you infer from this drawing?”

Yu Minglang knew that within Qian’s studies, there was a part about analyzing personality through handwriting. He had shown her some soldiers’ handwriting, and Qian’s insights were quite accurate.

”...With the drawing like this, you think I can infer anything?” Please don’t make things difficult for a psychologist!

Qian looked and looked, ”Raccoon, dog, raccoon, raccoon—Mu Hualili?!”

Exactly what was Qio Yu Xuan trying to reveal to her? What’s the meaning of Mu Hualili being bitten by a dog?