He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

The phone was answered after only two rings.

A burst of extremely exaggerated laughter came from Jia Youcai's side, full of energy.

He reacted as if he'd taken a super tonic: "Hey bro, your call came just in time!"

"You truly are a master!"

"Did you just have a gut feeling that I had a big business opportunity?"

"So the call came in advance?"

Yang Guang was taken aback.

business?

"You have another job coming up?"

Jia Youcai chuckled twice on the other end of the phone, his laughter full of excitement: "It's more than just having work!"

"Big job!"

"A boss came to me saying that something strange had happened in his hometown, and that he was a big businessman!"

"He's obviously the kind of person who's not short of money!"

Yang Guang's eyes lit up instantly.

The big boss?

Not short of money?

These keywords, when put together, directly and precisely targeted Yang Guang's nerve, which was specifically used for making money.

Most importantly, he now has a capable monk by his side.

From now on, Chu Sheng can take over all the work for Jia Youcai.

Chu Sheng did the work, Jia Youcai collected the money, and Yang Guang took a cut.

A win-win situation for all three parties!

Just thinking about it made Yang Guang incredibly happy: "You really have a lot of connections! Where are you?"

"Come pick me up, we'll talk when we get there."

Jia Youcai was probably outside; the background noise was a bit loud: "Send me your location!"

"I'll be there right away!"

"Very fast!"

Yang Guang hung up the phone and sent the location information.

Chu Sheng leaned closer and asked curiously, "Brother Guang, who is it?"

Yang Guang, hands tucked into his pockets, tilted his head and glanced at Chu Sheng: "Your future client."

"Party A?"

Chu Sheng was completely dumbfounded.

"Jia Youcai, nicknamed Master Jia."

"An old man in his seventies."

"The kind of person who goes around performing rituals for others."

Chu Sheng clasped his hands together, his face full of respect: "Oh!"

"That was a highly respected and accomplished senior figure!"

Yang Guang burst out laughing.

A master?

Putting those two words together with Jia Youcai is as incongruous as posting the four words "Honest Business Practices" on the entrance of a pyramid scheme den.

You'll see when you see it.

Yang Guang was too lazy to explain.

Er Lengzi lay on the ground with his front paws together, and his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, flickered.

"Uncle Yang, is that old swindler coming again?"

"Last time he bragged all the way, saying that he had drunk with the leader of Maoshan and played chess with the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain back in the day."

"When they encountered a zombie apocalypse, they ran faster than rabbits."

Yang Guang kicked it: "Shut up."

"Try to speak as little as possible when you're out. If someone sees you and they arrest you and dissect you, don't blame me for not saving you."

Er Lengzi shuddered in horror, nodded frantically at Yang Guang, and lay on the ground without making a sound.

Fifteen minutes later.

A pink old-man's car wobbled around the corner.

The color was so offensively garish it was outrageous.

The car has a pink body, a pink roof, and even the rearview mirrors are pink.

With its tiny body size, it's practically an enlarged version of Barbie's ride.

Every time Yang Guang saw this car, he felt it was a test of his shamelessness.

really.

There's still a lot of room for improvement in how I develop a thick skin.

Chu Sheng also saw the pink old man's car when it stopped in front of them.

Chu Sheng's lips twitched slightly.

Those already small eyes widened as they stared intently at the suffocatingly pink old-fashioned car, their expressions incredibly fascinating.

He clasped his hands together and unconsciously uttered, "Amitabha, what kind of ritual implement is this?"

Yang Guang ignored him.

The driver's side window rolled down.

Jia Youcai's over seventy-year-old face peeked out from inside.

Today he was wearing a floral shirt that he'd picked up from some street stall, with the collar open, revealing the thermal underwear underneath.

Her hair was combed until it was shiny and slicked back, and a small comb was tucked behind her head.

He looks like an older version of a "shamate" (a subculture characterized by flamboyant and often outlandish fashion).

Jia Youcai raised an eyebrow smugly at Yang Guang, his face beaming, and said, "Brother, get in the car!"

"Where do you want to go? I'll take you there."

"Let's chat about business on the way."

Yang Guang took a deep breath and decided to make do with the seat, considering it a learning experience.

He steeled himself, opened the passenger door, and bent down to crawl inside.

The space in this old man's car is really small.

Yang Guang, who is 1.78 meters tall, sat down and his knees almost hit the dial.

Just as he was about to close the door.

"Whoosh!"

A white figure leaped up from the ground and landed precisely in Yang Guang's arms.

You idiot!

The husky clung tightly to Yang Guang's neck with its two front paws, hanging on him like a koala hugging a tree.

Yang Guang's face immediately turned black.

He reached out to pry open Er Lengzi's claws, using all his strength, but he couldn't budge them.

That bastard!

When we use it to guard the house, it's like a lump of mud, but when it really matters, it's stronger than pliers.

Yang Guang gritted his teeth: "Get down here!"

Er Lengzi buried his head against Yang Guang's neck and refused to let go.

joke!

When I rode in the principal's Passat before, he squeezed in the back with Chu Sheng.

When the 250-pound mountain of meat sat down, Dog was immediately pressed into the seat crevice and almost turned into dog jerky.

That Passat is at least a proper sedan, its rear seat space should be bigger than this pink coffin, right?

How much space is there in the back of this piece of junk?

If I squeezed in with that fat monk, I'd really turn into a two-dimensional dog.

The kind that can be compressed into a photo!

Terrifying!

I'd rather die than go through that kind of trouble!

Yang Guang tried to pull it open twice but couldn't budge it. He could only sigh resignedly and close the car door with a look of utter despair.

On the other side...

Chu Sheng had already opened the back door of the car.

He peeked inside.

Even a normal person would have to turn sideways to sit in that space, let alone Chu Sheng, who weighs 250 pounds.

But Chu Sheng appeared quite composed.

He took a deep breath, turned to the side, and began to crawl inside.

"Creak..."

The pink old man's car made a teeth-grinding sound, and the entire vehicle visibly tilted towards Chu Sheng's side.

The shock absorber emitted a mournful sound.

Jia Youcai's expression changed instantly.

He turned his head sharply and looked through the rearview mirror at Chu Sheng, who was cramming into the back row. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"If it's not a brother, who is this fatso?"

Jia Youcai looked at Yang Guang in horror, his voice cracking: "So overly familiar?"

Do you know him?

"If this ruins my pink memories, I'll fight him to the death!"

Yang Guang held Er Lengzi in his arms, his lips twitching slightly.

He turned his head and glanced at the back row, where Chu Sheng was making his last struggle.

His 250-pound body was already mostly inside, but a small part of his buttocks was still stuck outside.

The entire pink electric scooter was shaking.

The sound it made was like it was about to fall apart.

Yang Guang coughed lightly, his expression unchanged, and said, "This is Chu Sheng."

"A high-ranking Buddhist monk, whose Dharma name is Porcelain Cup, has now returned to secular life and is now making a living off me."

Jia Youcai's lips twitched.

Yang Guang continued, "In the future, when I'm busy and encounter difficult problems, you can go with him."

"He can handle it."