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

The coffee table is also crooked.

The most outrageous thing is the 100-inch TV on the wall.

The screen is now shattered like a spider web and is still hissing and emitting black smoke.

And that German Shepherd that originally walked on two legs while standing still, and even watched "Empresses in the Palace".

He was lying obediently on the carpet in the corner of the living room.

He was enthusiastically chewing on a flip-flop.

That look in his eyes.

Clear, foolish, and humble.

Upon seeing Mr. Zhao enter, the German Shepherd immediately spat out its slippers, wagged its tail, and approached him.

"Woof!"

The German Shepherd rubbed its head against Mr. Zhao's trouser leg and let out a standard bark.

There was no sinister sneer, no old man's sandpaper-like voice.

It's just an ordinary dog ​​repairman.

Upon seeing this scene, Mr. Zhao burst into tears.

"Very good!"

"It's really healed!"

Mr. Zhao hugged the German Shepherd's head tightly and cried his eyes out.

"These past few days have terrified me!"

"Big Black, you're finally back to normal!"

Yang Guang and Chu Sheng then strolled in.

Seeing Mr. Zhao's excited expression, Yang Guang coughed twice and pointed to the broken television set.

"Um, Mr. Zhao."

"This evil spirit is too arrogant, and its possession is too deep."

"In order to force it out, we used a little bit of physical exorcism."

"Consider the TV and coffee table as war damage."

"You don't mind, do you?"

Yang Guang was terrified that he would make him lose money!

Mr. Zhao doesn't care about a television set anymore.

He'd be willing to tear down the whole villa if this damn filth were gone, let alone a TV.

Mr. Zhao stood up abruptly, took out his phone from his pocket, and waved it with an air of great pride.

"Master Yang, what are you saying!"

"Just a few pieces of furniture, not worth mentioning!"

"Thanks to Master Yang for saving me today, otherwise I probably would have lost my life!"

"I'll transfer the 500,000 reward to you right now!"

Mr. Zhao quickly opened WeChat and scanned the QR code that Yang Guang had pulled out to receive payment.

"drop!"

"Received payment via WeChat: 500,000 RMB!"

I heard this wonderful notification sound.

Yang Guang felt as if every pore on his body opened up at that moment.

Cool!

This is life!

If making a million a day were a daily occurrence, wouldn't the start-up capital for the Yang family's expansion be readily available?

Yang Guang patted President Zhao on the shoulder with satisfaction, revealing a bright smile with eight teeth showing.

"Mr. Zhao is so generous!"

"If you encounter anything strange like this again, feel free to contact me."

"My motto at Yangguang is honesty and integrity, and attentive service."

Zhou Dacheng chimed in with a cheerful laugh, "Old Zhao, I told you! Master Yang's treatment is guaranteed to cure any ailment!"

Mr. Zhao nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, from now on, my life is in Master Yang's hands."

The matter was resolved satisfactorily.

The group walked out of the villa.

A gust of night wind blew outside, and Mr. Zhao's fat body trembled, but his spirits were more radiant than ever before.

The gloom that had plagued him for several nights was completely swept away.

Mr. Zhao, beaming, reached into his leather briefcase and pulled out a thick stack of red envelopes.

Moreover, each red envelope was bulging with filling.

Yang Guang's greedy eyes immediately lit up, scanning the area like searchlights.

With his keen eye honed from counting his New Year's money since childhood, he could tell from the thickness of this red envelope that it must contain at least five thousand yuan!

With a broad smile, General Manager Zhao held the thickest red envelope in both hands and respectfully handed it to Yang Guang.

"Master Yang, thank you so much for today."

"This is the rule; it's just a small tip for your trouble, a little money for tea. Please accept it!"

Yang Guang had his hands in his pockets, his chin slightly raised, and a serene and composed air about him.

"Mr. Zhao, you're too kind. I can't accept this."

Despite saying he was sorry, Yang Guang's hand shot out like lightning, grabbed the red envelope, and shoved it into his sweatpants pocket.

The movements were fluid and seamless, executed in one go.

Without even the slightest bump or stumble.

Mr. Zhao was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening and quickly picked up the second red envelope, handing it to Mr. Chu, who was holding a large porcelain cup next to him.

"This chubby guy, he must have put in a lot of effort inside just now, right?"

"This is a small donation for you, thank you so much!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng's 250-pound face immediately broke into a wide grin.

He held one hand up in front of his chest, made a Buddhist hand gesture, and casually accepted the red envelope.

"Amitabha!"

"Mr. Zhao is truly a benevolent and generous person. I wish Mr. Zhao boundless happiness and abundant wealth."

May Buddha bless you to be a groom every night.

"wrong."

May you enjoy good health!

Mr. Zhao was stunned by the absurd blessing, but he still forced a smile and nodded repeatedly.

"Actually, it wouldn't be bad if Buddha blessed me to be a groom every day."

"Ha ha."

Followed by.

General Manager Zhao turned around and looked at Jia Youcai, who was standing next to him with longing eyes.

Jia Youcai was feeling depressed, thinking he hadn't earned a single penny from his day of slacking off.

Then I saw Mr. Zhao hand me a red envelope.

"Master Jia!"

General Manager Zhao clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Thank you for your hard work setting up the formation outside!"

"If it weren't for you holding the line outside, protecting that Heavenly Net and Vajra Formation, how could we feel so safe inside!"

"This is just a small token of my appreciation!"

Jia Youcai was completely stunned when he saw the red envelope handed to him.

Holy crap?

That's it?

I stood outside for a while in the cool breeze, and practiced how to quickly get into the car and escape.

Does this work too?

An extremely exaggerated smile instantly bloomed on Jia Youcai's old face, and all the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together.

He snatched the red envelope and his mouth started rattling off like a machine.

"Ouch!"

"Mr. Zhao, you're being too polite!"

"It's my duty to slay demons and monsters, but your face—a full forehead, a square jaw, and a radiant red glow between your eyebrows—is definitely a sign of both good fortune and longevity!"

"Even the God of Wealth would have to light a cigarette for you if he saw you!"

"Even the King of Hell would praise you for living to be a hundred years old!"

"Your business is destined to be incredibly profitable, booming day by day, and will surely rise to great heights with the right opportunity!"

He showered Mr. Zhao with compliments, making him feel so flattered that he almost forgot his own name.

General Manager Zhao was overjoyed: "Thank you for Master Jia's kind words! Thank you for Master Jia's kind words!"

At this time.

Mr. Zhao then saw Er Lengzi squatting at Yang Guang's feet.

At this moment, Er Lengzi was tilting his head, looking at President Zhao with those clear yet foolish eyes.

General Manager Zhao slapped his forehead: "Oh dear, I almost forgot about this little hero!"

Surprisingly, Mr. Zhao pulled out another red envelope, squatted down, and stuffed it directly into Er Lengzi's mouth.

"You were scared too, weren't you?"

"Come on, come on, I'll buy you some premium dog food to help you out!"