Wu Yan was sitting next to him and was dumbfounded.

He doesn't know kung fu, he just learned a little from his teacher Su Yuanming when he was learning piano to strengthen his body.

But he can also see the skills of these two people. Good guys, they look light and airy, but in fact they are secretly competing. You can tell by the constant ripples in the cup. But there is not a drop of tea spilled, it is obvious that the two of them are

Everyone consciously controls their strength.

"This fat man is not simple..."

Wu Yan couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

At this time, Han Lan opened the door and came in.

The two of them suddenly stopped talking to each other as if they had made an agreement. Tan Lun took the tea cup with a smile. Han Yiping also naturally brought another cup of tea to Wu Yan next to him: "Come, Professor Wu, drink tea."

"..." Wu Yan was stunned and did not dare to take the cup of tea.

I can’t afford to drink!

Wu Yan saw with his own eyes that his teacher casually threw a 180-meter strong man several meters away, so he knew the power of Tai Chi.

"Xiao Wu, take the tea." Tan Lun reminded him when he saw him dumbfounded.

Wu Yan then carefully took the cup of tea from Han Yiping.

Han Lan just came in. Although he didn't see what happened just now, he felt that the atmosphere inside was strange. Then he noticed Tan Lun sitting opposite Han Yiping: "Hey, Mr. Tan, you really found this place."

Where is it?"

Tan Lun took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Han Lan, I would like to ask you again. Are you interested in learning Tai Chi from me?"

"Not interested." Han Lan calmly sat down next to Han Yiping and took the remaining cup of tea on the coffee table.

"What about Qin Se?"

Han Lan gave him a strange look and shook her head decisively: "Not interested."

"What about playing chess?"

"Not interested in."

"What about calligraphy?"

"Not interested in."

"Where's the painting?"

"Not interested in."

"..."

Tan Lun recited the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, wine, flower tea, Tai Chi and Bagua, Ming etiquette and law-abiding. Han Lan all said the same thing, "Not interested."

mdSnake spirit disease, right?

I'm a second-generation rich man who drives a luxury car and picks up girls. Why should I learn this from you, a bad old man?

I know all the things I need to know, so it’s useless to learn the rest.

The situation was a little awkward. Wu Yan didn't expect Han Lan to be so disrespectful, but he was relieved when he thought that this boy dared to use his father's name as a shield outside.

Tan Lun was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "What about fortune telling?"

"Not interested...wait, what is this? Can you tell fortunes?" Han Lan became a little more interested.

Han Yiping also looked at Tan Lun suspiciously.

Tan Lun smiled and nodded: "I know a little bit."

"It's interesting. Come on, come on, help me figure out a hexagram?" Han Lan now also feels that this old man is getting more and more interesting. How come there are so many things?

"What kind of?"

"Consider it...marriage?" Han Lan asked subconsciously.

Tan Lun looked at him carefully and started counting with his fingers.

Wu Yan next to him also looked at him curiously. He knew that Tan Lun was a Taoist priest before, and it was normal for Taoist priests to tell fortunes. However, in fact, this was the first time he saw Tan Lun telling fortunes to others.

But Tan Lun shook his head and said: "I have experienced all kinds of hardships and life and death. There are three roads in the canyon. Where are you going?"

Han Lan was silent for a moment and tried to answer: "There are three roads in the canyon, and only one mushroom can be grown on it?"

"..." Tan Lun.

"..." Han Yiping.

"..." Wu Yan.

"What kind of mushrooms are you planting? I mean, you have a rough love life and have to go through life and death!" Tan Lun said angrily.

"Are you talking nonsense, old man? There are three roads in the canyon. Where do you want to go?"

"Say you have many choices, decide for yourself how to choose."

"Are there many choices?" Han Lan was silent and began to recall how many women were around him.

Wang Mei, old woman.

Encore, Crybaby.

Fang Qiaorui, boring.

Anyi, menopause...

Is there any other choice? The only one left is Xia Ningxuan!

"Where did the three roads come from, old man, where are you lying?"

"As for life psychological counseling, just listen to it, but you still have to believe in science. How about it? Learn or not?" Tan Lun said with a smile.

Yes, fortune telling has become a psychological consultation in life, and it is indeed a charlatan.

"Forget it, old man, to tell you the truth, I'm not interested in anything you said. I've seen it a long time ago, you're just a Taoist priest, right?"

"Tsk, old man, you see, I am young and have no self-esteem, and I am about to marry a beautiful woman. How can I follow you and become a Taoist priest?"

"Well, why don't you just stay? Our company happens to be short of a teacher. I'll give you a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan. We can raise it later depending on the situation. How about it?" Han Lan asked with a smile.

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When Wu Yan heard this, he immediately became alert, but before he could interrupt, he listened to the two of them asking and answering questions.

"Teach what?"

"Just what you just said."

"Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, wine and tea; Tai Chi and Bagua, etiquette and law-abiding."

"Yes, you can teach me whatever you want."

"Teach who?"

"Teach our company's trainees."

"including you?"

"Not included."

"Then do you want to learn?"

"I go there occasionally."

"Okay, I'll teach you."

"Mr. Tan..." Wu Yan was stunned, "Mr. Tan, aren't we here to recruit students?"

Tan Lun glanced at him: "Preaching and teaching, where is teaching and not teaching?"

"..." Wu Yan.

…

Although this is only the third time they have met, Tan Lun, the old man and Han Lan, have basically understood that he has some skills and is not a bad person. Especially the things he knows are exactly what the Chinese style boy group can use.

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Therefore, Han Lan tentatively mentioned it, but unexpectedly, he actually caught this big fish.

As for Wu Yan, he didn't understand why until he got on the plane and returned to Yanjing.

Didn't you agree to recruit students when you came here? Why did your old man get kidnapped instead?

After thinking about it, Wu Yan figured out one thing: Tan Lun, this old man, has something wrong with his brain!

Isn’t there something wrong with your brain?

In fact, Tan Lun didn't even know what a trainee was, so he accepted the offer very casually, and then signed the contract. Han Lan immediately asked someone to follow him to the hotel to move his luggage and move into the staff dormitory of Tomahawk Entertainment.

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Two days later, Tomahawk Entertainment Practice Room.
To be continued...