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

I should have slipped away earlier!

He figured it out.

If we don't spend some money today, this matter is unlikely to be resolved.

So he forced a smile that looked worse than crying and waved his hand in an extremely magnanimous manner.

"OK!"

"It's just taking a taxi!"

"This is just a small amount of money, I can afford it!"

Jia Youcai frantically tried to comfort himself in his heart.

How much does it cost to take a taxi?

Consider it a loss to avoid disaster, a way to buy peace.

Jiang Siyu and Donut, who were standing opposite, couldn't help but burst out laughing when they saw this scene.

The two laughed so hard they were shaking.

They were truly defeated by these oddballs.

Especially Yang Guang, the last Celestial Master.

All the masters they had met before were aloof and arrogant, regarding money as dirt.

They are always chauffeured around by private cars, maintaining an air of otherworldly elegance and pomp.

But this guy in front of me is different.

Just now at the sanatorium, he summoned lightning to strike down the little devil, looking as majestic as a war god.

But then, he turned around and found himself outwitting an old man over a taxi fare.

They value money more than their lives!

They really didn't want to spend a single penny!

However, they just found it funny and didn't say anything.

After all, in this materialistic society, a straightforward and somewhat endearing money-grubber like Yang Guang is far more genuine than those hypocrites who spout empty platitudes about morality.

Jiang Siyu smiled and waved. "Alright."

"Then be careful on your way back. I'll have the finance department transfer the final payment and the share of the live stream revenue to your account first thing tomorrow morning."

"Okay!"

"Goodbye, rich lady! See you later, sweetie!"

Yang Guang waved goodbye with great enthusiasm and watched them leave.

As soon as the car drove away, Yang Guang immediately turned to Jia Youcai and asked, "Old Jia, what are you standing there for?"

"Call a taxi!"

"Are you expecting us to walk all the way back?"

Jia Youcai reluctantly pulled out his old-fashioned mobile phone with two cracks in the screen and slowly opened the ride-hailing app.

It's the middle of the night.

After waiting for a full ten minutes, I finally managed to hail a ride-hailing car.

The driver was rolling down his window to check the last four digits of the phone number when he turned around.

Holy crap?

The driver was so scared he almost stepped on the gas and sped off!

What kind of insane combination is this?

A poor student with messy hair, a fat guy dressed like a gangster with a big gold chain but actually wearing a monk's robe, a thin old man with a sage-like appearance, and a big husky that looks like a wolf!

More importantly, the fat monk was also carrying a broken speaker.

The driver swallowed hard, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Hey... guys, are you guys on a pilgrimage to the West?"

"Did you just escape from a mental hospital by climbing over the wall?"

Judging from his appearance, he's planning to run away at any moment.

"without."

"Don't be afraid, we are good people."

Upon hearing this, the others nodded in agreement and quickly identified themselves.

Before the driver could react, Yang Guang had already opened the car door and roughly shoved Chu Sheng into the back seat.

As soon as Chu Sheng's 250 pounds of flesh went in, the rear shock absorber of the ride-hailing car creaked.

The chassis collapsed a large section instantly.

"Amitabha, Brother Guang, please be gentle, don't squeeze this humble monk's flesh."

"Squeezing is healthier!"

Yang Guang turned and kicked the simpleton, yelling, "You bastard, you get inside too!"

"Woof!"

Er Lengzi cried out in grievance, sticking out his big buttocks and squeezing into the back row.

Its enormous size squeezed Chu Sheng into a meat pie.

Yang Guang unceremoniously opened the passenger door and got in, leaving Jia Youcai standing there bewildered in the wind.

Jia Youcai looked at the seats in the back row, which were almost completely empty.

His face darkened.

"no!"

"Where should I sit, Daoist Master?"

Yang Guang impatiently rolled down the car window and said, "Old Jia, hurry up! If you really can't, you can sit on that stupid dog!"

Jia Youcai was trembling with anger, but for the sake of the few dozen yuan taxi fare, he still pinched his nose and squeezed into the back seat with a sense of resentment.

"Holy crap!"

"Fatty, move over there!"

"Your fat is almost suffocating me!"

The carriage instantly erupted into chaos, with Chu Sheng's large face pressed against the glass.

Er Lengzi's tail lashed out at Jia Youcai's face.

It kept wagging its tail, as if it were being slapped.

The key is.

Even if Jia Youcai wanted to move, he couldn't!

Except for its mouth, which can move.

But as soon as it opens its mouth, it gets a mouthful of dog hair.

He was so angry that he simply shut up.

The driver was speechless with dismay, deeply regretting taking this fare.

along the way.

Jia Youcai's eyes were fixed on the meter in front of the driver.

As the numbers climbed higher and higher, Jia Youcai's heart bled.

"Master, isn't this the wrong way?"

"Why did you turn at that traffic light when you could have gone straight?"

Are you taking a longer route?

"Are you trying to bully this old man because I don't know the way?"

Jia Youcai's extremely stingy nature kicked in, and he unleashed a torrent of abuse on the driver.

The driver was getting annoyed by the old man and said irritably, "Sir, the road ahead is under construction for the sewers, so we can't get through."

"This is the optimal route I took according to the navigation!"

"We'll see."

"What, you think I'll get rich by taking a few bucks from you in the middle of the night?"

Yang Guang, sitting in the passenger seat, rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with this stingy old swindler.

More than half an hour later.

The ride-hailing car stopped in front of an extremely upscale villa area.

The driver slammed on the brakes, wishing these scoundrels would just get lost.

Jia Youcai tumbled and crawled off the back seat, his face flushed red and his legs trembling.

"Holy crap!"

"I'm suffocating!"

"This fat guy's flesh almost crushed me into a photograph!"

Chu Sheng struggled to move his 250-pound body out of the way, still holding onto his large porcelain cup.

"Amitabha."

"Old Jia, you don't understand. This humble monk is wrapping you in profound Buddhist teachings."

Yang Guang kicked Er Lengzi, and only then did the silly dog ​​wag its tail and jump off the car.

As soon as everyone entered Jiang Siyu's villa, Jia Youcai immediately perked up.

That speed is so fast, even Liu Xiang would have to give him some leeway!

"This old man of mine is completely worn out from all the exertion today!"

"Time to take a shower and go to bed!"

"I'm not bragging, but with this level of exercise today, most people my age would be in the ICU by now. Only I, in my old age and still going strong, can withstand this!"

With a bang.

He locked the driver's cabin.

Chu Sheng let out an extremely loud burp.

"Amitabha."

"This humble monk also went to meet the Buddha in his dreams."

Done.

The fat monk, carrying a small speaker, swaggered into the nanny's room.

In an instant, only Yang Guang and Er Lengzi remained in the huge living room.

Yang Guang stretched, his bones cracking all over, and was just about to find a room to sleep in.

The simpleton, who had been silent all along, suddenly turned his head.

The heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, stared intently at Yang Guang.

Once he was sure no one was around, the silly dog ​​sprawled out on the sofa, his thick Northeastern accent wafting out instantly.

"Father Yang!"

"Give me a bath, please!"