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

Chu Sheng was shocked, slamming the large porcelain cup in his hand against the doorframe with a loud bang: "Was your essence damaged by that ugly red-clothed monster's malevolent energy just now?"

Yang Guang shook his head in pain, unable to even speak properly.

"Amitabha!"

"Could it be the sign of the five signs of decay in a celestial being?"

"Brother Guang, don't scare this humble monk! You're still so young. If you leave, where will this humble monk get meals?"

"Get out of here, and stop cursing me."

Yang Guang forced out a few words through clenched teeth, his voice trembling: "This isn't physical harm, it's mental torture!"

Chu Sheng was completely bewildered, touching his shiny bald head: "Mental torture?"

Yang Guang suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with despair and indignation.

"Fatty, I just took a taxi from school and gave the driver a hundred yuan!"

"A hundred-dollar bill!"

"And they didn't even give him his change!"

Chu Sheng was stunned.

That's it?

Yang Guang slapped his thigh in anguish: "Just now, in order to save my eldest daughter, I acted impulsively and my blood boiled."

"Now that the aftereffects are kicking in, I feel like my heart is bleeding!"

"That's a huge sum of money—one hundred dollars!"

"I wouldn't even add a sausage to my Lao Tan pickled cabbage noodles, but today I spent a hundred dollars on a driver!"

Chu Sheng's lips twitched violently.

He silently put away the large porcelain cup and rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Brother Guang, you're a tycoon who can make hundreds of thousands with a single move, can't we broaden our horizons a little?"

"What kind of vision is that?!"

Yang Guang glared at him, annoyed: "That's all my savings for my wife!"

"That's the seed money for the Yang family to have more descendants!"

"It's incomplete if even a penny is missing!"

Yang Guang felt increasingly cheated, his heart bleeding.

No.

I absolutely cannot take a taxi again when I get back!

You can't even take the bus!

Yang Guang decisively pulled out the secondhand smartphone with three cracks in the screen and skillfully found Jia Youcai's number.

"Beep...beep..."

The phone rang twice before being answered.

The sound of Jia Youcai's lewd laughter came from inside.

Hey bro!

Jia Youcai's voice was full of energy, with a hint of lewdness: "I was just about to call you, Daoist!"

Yang Guang clutched his chest, his voice weak: "Old Jia, stop talking nonsense and hurry up and drive your pink 'Memories' car to No. 44 Changqing Lane in the south of the city to pick me up."

"Be fast, and make your moves stylish!"

"If I'm late, I might die on the street from heartbreak because of losing money."

Jia Youcai on the other end of the phone was taken aback.

"What's up, bro?"

"You've been robbed?"

Jia Youcai clicked his tongue twice: "That's not right. In this Fengdu territory, it's already a miracle if you don't rob others. Who would dare to rob you?"

"What robbery!"

Yang Guang snapped irritably, "Stop talking nonsense and come pick me up right now. And bring a big bottle of iced tea, ice-cold, to soothe my wounded heart."

Jia Youcai chuckled, his tone revealing barely suppressed excitement: "Picking you up is no problem, Daoist Master, I happen to have something to discuss with you."

Upon hearing the laughter, Yang Guang raised an eyebrow.

There's basically only one reason why this old swindler always lets out that lewd laugh.

A fat sheep has come to our door.

Yang Guang asked casually, "What's up?"

Jia Youcai coughed, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense: "Brother, do you remember that job we handled in Shuitangba Village before?"

Yang Guang curled his lip: "Shuitangba Village?"

"That Mr. Chen who, in his eagerness to have a big, healthy son, was so afraid no one would remove his oxygen tube that he even burned his great-grandfather's ashes as fertilizer on the spot?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"That's him!"

Jia Youcai slapped his thigh: "Brother, you have a great memory!"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes.

nonsense!

How could it not leave a lasting impression?

This guy immediately offered a million in chips and even transferred a 500,000 deposit on the spot.

The money is still in Yang Guang's account. It's the largest private order Yang Guang has ever taken on, much more direct than the ghost teeth and tears from the underworld.

Jia Youcai said excitedly, "Boss Chen just called me."

He said that the ashes of his three long-haired ancestors had already been collected.

"Three top-of-the-line rosewood urns were installed."

At this point, Jia Youcai lowered his voice, as if he were doing something wrong: "He's frantic right now, like a cat on a hot tin roof, searching everywhere for you with those three boxes!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang immediately perked up.

The heartache I felt from spending 100 yuan on a taxi vanished instantly.

"Looking for me?"

Yang Guang's eyes shone like searchlights.

"Of course!"

Jia Youcai clicked his tongue in amazement: "He's completely devoted to you now."

"He said he doesn't believe in any feng shui master in the world except you."

"He asked if you were free to help his three ancestors find a prime location for a detached villa, and to settle the final payment and expedited fee while you're at it."

Jia Youcai chuckled, "Brother, this is money delivered right to my door."

"Boss Chen has declared that as long as the feng shui is good and can ensure his wife gets pregnant with a boy, money is absolutely no problem!"

Yang Guang heard the words, "Money is absolutely not a problem."

He sprang up from the armchair with a "whoosh".

My back doesn't ache anymore, my legs don't hurt anymore, my heart isn't bleeding anymore, and even my breathing feels smooth.

Holy crap!

Yang Guang slapped his thigh and shouted into his phone, "You have time!"

"I have so much free time!"

"Old Jia, tell him that I'm currently bursting with inspiration, with the Heavenly Star entering my destiny, making it perfect for finding auspicious burial sites and determining the pulse of the earth!"

Jia Youcai grinned from ear to ear on the other end of the phone: "Alright, brother!"

"Then I'll come pick you up in my Pink Memories car right now!"

"Use full speed!"

"Press the gas pedal all the way down!"

"If you delay Boss Chen's important event of holding his son, I'll hold you responsible!"

Yang Guang hung up the phone immediately.

He had his hands in his pockets, and the weak, lifeless look he had just had was gone, replaced by a radiant complexion.

He turned his head, looked at Chu Sheng who was still in a daze, and waved his hand with great heroic spirit.

"Fatty!"

Chu Sheng was taken aback: "Huh?"

"What's wrong with Guang Ge?"

Yang Guang grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "I'm having an extra meal today, I'll take you out for lunch!"

Upon hearing the idea of ​​freeloading, Chu Sheng almost drooled and nearly dropped the stereo he was holding.

"Amitabha!"

"Brother Guang is so cool!"

Less than twenty minutes later.

Accompanied by a series of sharp "beep beep beep" sounds from a horn.

An old-man's car painted in a deathly Barbie pink rushed into Changqing Lane at an incredible speed, and came to a steady stop in front of No. 44 courtyard with a drift.

The car door opened.

Jia Youcai, dressed in a flashy floral shirt, jumped out of the car.

"Brother, I'm here!"