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

Jia Youcai tossed his sparse hair and grinned, his face crinkling with wrinkles.

Yang Guang didn't waste any words, strode out, opened the passenger door, and got in.

Holding the large porcelain cup, Chu Sheng struggled to squeeze his 250-pound body into the back seat of the old man's car.

The car sank heavily downwards.

Jia Youcai looked back with concern: "Oh my, Fatty, take it easy. My Pink Memories isn't very shock-absorbing."

"Drive now!"

Yang Guang urged, "Where is Boss Chen?"

Jia Youcai stepped on the gas, and the old man's car roared like a tractor as it sped off.

"It's a teahouse in the old town!"

"Bro, I just casually sounded out what they wanted to say for you over the phone."

"Boss Chen is really going all out this time."

"In addition to the remaining 500,000 yuan, he also prepared a large red envelope."

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow, and couldn't help but smile: "Although this capitalist is obsessed with his son, he's really shrewd when it comes to getting things done."

"But even with this auspicious location, we still need to choose one that's presentable."

Yang Guang touched his chin.

In fact, for him, the last Celestial Master, the task of finding auspicious burial sites was simply the most basic skill among basic skills.

After half an hour.

The pink old man's car stopped in front of a quaint teahouse.

As soon as Yang Guang got out of the car, he saw Boss Chen pacing anxiously back and forth in the lobby.

He was also carefully holding a black cloth bag in his hands.

It's obvious that it contains the highly concentrated ashes of his great-grandfather, grandfather, and biological father.

As soon as Yang Guang entered, Boss Chen's bitter face instantly blossomed into a bright smile.

He rushed over as if he had seen his own father.

"Master Yang!"

"Oh my goodness, my dear sage, we've been waiting for you!"

Mr. Chen was so excited that he almost knelt down before Yang Guang.

Yang Guang subtly shifted half a step to the side, avoiding Boss Chen's greasy hug.

"Boss Chen, calm down."

Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets, adopting the air of a master: "When I do something, I always see it through to the end."

"Have the ashes been collected?"

Boss Chen quickly patted the cloth bag in his hand and nodded repeatedly, "It's safe, it's safe!"

"Master, you have no idea, my three ancestors have now turned to dust completely."

"No need to even smash it, the purity is extremely high!"

Chu Sheng, who was standing nearby, rolled his eyes and muttered with his hands clasped together, "Amitabha, this humble monk has never seen such a filial son in his life."

Mr. Chen didn't care about any of that; all he could think about now was his son.

He moved closer to Yang Guang, rubbing his hands together: "Master, look at this auspicious feng shui site..."

Yang Guang smiled confidently and patted Boss Chen on the shoulder: "Leave it to me."

"Let's go."

"The weather is nice today, perfect for visiting burial sites."

"I'll personally take charge and guarantee to find you a location with excellent feng shui."

"Not only will it bless you to have two children within three years, but it will also guarantee that any son you have will be a boy!"

Mr. Chen was overjoyed, and the fat on his face trembled with delight.

"Okay, okay!"

"I'll do whatever the master says!"

"If this works out, Master, you'll be a great benefactor to our Chen family!"

"During holidays and festivals, I not only visit my father's grave, but I also give you... uh, I mean, I give you gifts!"

Yang Guang's face darkened.

How the hell do you talk like that?

No wonder he can't have a son with that level of intelligence!

The group got into Boss Chen's spacious Maybach.

Yang Guang sat in the back seat, touched the talisman for warding off evil in his pocket, and then thought about the 500,000 yuan final payment that was about to come in.

He now feels that today is the perfect start to the day.

Making money off the living is so much more satisfying than making money off the dead!

Not only can it save up for a wife, but it can also make you look cool.

I wish there were more days like this!

Just as Yang Guang was thinking that such good days could last a little longer, the secondhand smartphone in his pocket, with three cracks in its screen, suddenly started beeping merrily like crazy.

When I took it out, three large characters were flashing on the screen.

Zhou Dacheng!

This is a true pay-to-win player!

Previously, when I helped him settle the matter of relocating the grave of his deceased father, Zhou Laoliu, Zhou Dacheng paid me without batting an eye. He is definitely a prime target for capitalists.

Yang Guang's mouth instantly stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

Today is truly a day of wealth flowing in from all directions; the God of Wealth is giving me special treatment!

He deftly pressed the answer button, skillfully adjusting his voice to the calm and collected tone typical of a master: "Hello, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Dacheng's incredibly enthusiastic and respectful voice immediately came from the other end of the phone: "Oh my, my Master Yang!"

Are you busy today?

"Which event are you rushing to now?"

"If you're not too busy, I'll drive over and pick you up myself right now!"

Upon hearing this...

Yang Guang could even picture Zhou Dacheng bowing and scraping on the other end of the phone.

"On my way to close a multi-million dollar deal for a detached ancestral grave feng shui site."

Yang Guang casually boasted a bit, then immediately asked, "President Zhou, what brings you here all of a sudden?"

Zhou Dacheng quickly explained, "Oh, Master Yang, he's one of my big clients today. He has a very large business, doing import and export trade."

Speaking of which...

Zhou Dacheng lowered his voice subconsciously: "Something happened in his family just these past two days."

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow: "Have you encountered a ghost?"

"almost."

"But it's not the person who's acting strange, it's his German Shepherd. Lately, that dog has been acting a bit odd."

Zhou Dacheng's voice took on a chilling tone: "In the middle of the night, instead of sleeping, he stood up and walked on his hind legs like a human, and even cried in front of the full-length mirror in the living room, crying blood and tears."

"This big client scared my buddy so much that he slept at the company for two nights in a row."

"I thought that with your boundless magical powers, Master, you would surely be able to diagnose the problem with just one glance!"

Is there a problem with dogs being possessed by evil spirits?

Yang Guang glanced subconsciously at the direction of the roof of the old man's car, thinking of his own silly son who always spoke fluent Northeastern dialect.

I thought to myself, even if something's abnormal, how could a simpleton be anything but abnormal?

But watching the dogs isn't important; what's important is that the appearance fee can't be low.

"I can do feng shui, but I'm currently accompanying Boss Chen to look at the feng shui. I haven't finished this job worth several hundred thousand yet."

Yang Guang remained as steady as an old dog, relentlessly throwing out chips.

Zhou Dacheng, on the other end of the phone, possessed extremely profound abilities and immediately understood: "Master Yang, I understand!"

"If I can help this client resolve the issue, he's willing to pay a reward of 500,000."

"If Master Yang feels it's not enough, I'll pay for the rest out of my own pocket!"

Yang Guang's mouth was practically split open from laughing.

Two orders in one day! This is a direct step into the ranks of those on the road to a comfortable life!

"Sure, sure, I'm paying people to do their bidding."

Yang Guang coughed twice, regaining his serious expression: "Wait a moment."

"I'm just about to go and settle someone's ashes."

I'll call you when I'm done.

"good!"

"Master Yang, please go ahead with your work. My phone is charging 24/7, waiting for your message!"