Chapter 145 All the money earned is clean

Looking at the densely packed requirements written down by the Taoist priest.

Zhang Yang has a slight headache.

If you don’t open for three years, you can make enough money for three years after you open it, right?

"No, old Taoist priest, are you going to hold a Luotian Grand Ceremony? You want 99 pure copper incense burners?"

"This is a necessary ritual." explained the old Taoist priest.

"Then we won't look for you anymore."

Zhang Yang shook his head and said to Grandma Xue:
"Longhu Mountain's level may be too low because its inheritance was interrupted once, so it needs to rely on so many external objects."

"Let's go to Qingcheng Mountain, Qiyun Mountain, and Wudang Mountain to ask."

"You also want to leave more dowry for Shi Nannan, right?"

The old lady didn't want to make too much trouble at first, but as soon as Zhang Yang mentioned her granddaughter, she was immediately shaken.

He nodded quickly and said:

"Zhang Yang, I listen to you."

But some people were not happy again.

The old Taoist frowned and patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder:

"No, brother, which road are you on?"

"You are a bronze counterfeiter, and I have given you a lot of face, okay? We have already taken the Boshan furnace, do you really want to block our way to wealth?"

"I'm a white man."

Zhang Yang smiled and said:

"I have connections in the town police station, the municipal bureau, and the provincial department. Why, are you not convinced?"

"Hmm?" The old Taoist looked at Grandpa Lu in confusion.

Strictly speaking, he was someone Grandpa Lu found through his connections, so when he encountered problems he couldn't understand, he naturally looked to the old man.

Of course, Grandpa Lu nodded seriously.

After confirming that Zhang Yang had a background, the old Taoist priest was still as soft-spoken as ever:
"Hey, brother, you should have told me earlier that you were a white-collar worker!"

"In fact, I used these external objects mainly because I was in such a hurry when I went down the mountain that I didn't bring enough treasures with me."

"Actually, if I go back and get the things from our temple, there won't be so much trouble."

"I think you want to run away?" Zhang Yang said coldly.

"Grandpa, how much deposit did he take from you?"

"Thirty-three thousand."

"So much? You Taoist priests can make more money from doing a job than I do from selling fake antiques?"

Zhang Yang asked in disbelief.

The little Taoist priest next to him was also shocked:

"Master, you received so much money?"

"Didn't you say you only gave me 300 yuan? You took 30,000 yuan and made me eat cold steamed buns with pickles every day?"

"Are you a human?"

"How dare you! How dare you talk to your master like that?" The old Taoist said to his apprentice with a stern face.

"Are you in your rebellious phase? You speak without any respect."

"Tsk!" the little Taoist priest snorted.

He threw the whisk to the ground and stomped on it twice.

On the spot back water:

"Grandpas and grandmas, I'm telling you, go to our temple and find a Taoist priest named Zou. He's my uncle. He can perform this kind of ritual to change fate. The price is nine hundred yuan."

"More than 30,000 rituals are enough for us to chant sutras for the deceased for half a month."

The sudden backstabbing by the adolescent Taoist priest caught the old Taoist priest off guard.

Looking at Zhang Yang who was frowning and taking out his phone, he quickly said:
"Nine hundred dollars, I can do it too. I do better than my senior brother."

"I will return the extra money to you now."

Seeing that the old Taoist priest had such a good attitude, Grandpa Lu wanted to let him go.

After all, he was the one who found this person through his connections.

Although there is a suspicion of "cheating half of the money from strangers and getting the grand slam from acquaintances", the money has been returned and there is no need to pursue it.

But Grandma Xue firmly disagreed.

Her reason was that such an old Taoist priest had no Taoist skills and was not trustworthy.

She would rather spend more money and find a more reliable one.

In the end, of course, the old lady has the final say.

Upon seeing this, the young Taoist priest offered to help contact his uncle, Master Zou Tianshi.

The Taoist priest who clearly marked prices and never cheated anyone.

After making a phone call, the young Taoist priest asked about the whereabouts of Master Zou Tianshi.

"Master's uncle is purchasing antiques from Yanjiang Road Antique Street in Qingzhou."

The young Taoist priest told Zhang Yang and the other two:
"The bracelets and portraits of the Heavenly Master in the temple are all sold out. The master uncle should come down the mountain to purchase more. The nanmu bracelets that I bought for fifty yuan can be sold for three thousand after being blessed. We usually make money from this."

"Why do you say everything out loud?"

The old Taoist wanted to cover his apprentice's mouth, but Zhang Yang glared at him and he backed down.

Seeing this, the young Taoist priest became even more fearless: "Okay, Master, you can go back first."

"I will take these three to see Master."

"You really disappoint me. I hope you can reflect on it when you go back."

"That's right." Zhang Yang agreed, "If your master plays this way, he will get himself in trouble sooner or later."

"I understand you."

……

It just so happened that Zhang Yang also wanted to go to his own shop, so he took his grandfather and others with him.

After arriving at the store, Zhang Yang noticed the two women sitting in the store before he even entered the door.

One was wearing a black suit, looked like an urban white-collar worker, probably around 27 or 28 years old;

The other one was wearing a slim-fitting cheongsam and had a delicate face, but if you looked closely, she was a little older than the white-collar woman, probably in her late thirties.

Old Hu was standing behind the counter, looking worried, and changing his posture from time to time, as if the floor was burning his feet.

Seeing Zhang Yang come in, he ran out immediately.

"You are finally here. The customers are waiting anxiously."

"Is everything in the store sold out?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Huh? No."

"You said you were coming over, and after I told the guests, they calmed down," Lao Hu responded.

"Why didn't you tell me such an important thing earlier?"

"Uncle, now you pretend that I'm a guest, and then..."

Zhang Yang wanted to leave first and come back after selling everything in the store.

But the woman in the cheongsam suddenly stood up, smiled and waved at him:

"Hi, Zhang Guoqiang!"

"Or should I call you Zhang Yang?"

He has been recognized.

"Then what?" Lao Hu continued to ask.

"Then, Uncle Hu, please help me make a cup of tea. I'm a little thirsty. Thank you."

After sending Lao Hu away, Zhang Yang walked straight to the woman in cheongsam.

Judging from how well her clothes fit her, they should be tailor-made. Her makeup is quite delicate, and her every move is quite calm and elegant.

In comparison, the woman in a suit next to him gave Zhang Yang a feeling of an intermediary. She was too professional and her smile when shaking hands looked fake.

At this point, the master and the servant are separated.

"What is the name of this lady?"

"My last name is Li." The cheongsam girl said with a smile, "I am number one on the overall ranking list of your live broadcast room, Master Zhang."

"Huh? It's you!"

Just at this time, Lao Hu came over with tea.

He originally wanted to sit next to Zhang Yang to help support the group, but when he heard this, he quickly stood up.

The top guy on the list is meeting the anchor offline, it’s not a good idea to get involved.

With his elder here, Zhang Yang would definitely feel embarrassed.

The considerate Lao Hu quickly found an excuse: "Well, excuse me for a moment. I forgot to turn off the gas at home."

"Gas? Don't you have an induction cooker at home?"

"That's an electromagnetic leak. I'll go back first." Old Hu didn't say much to Zhang Yang and ran away in a hurry.

"You are a very sensible employee."

Ms. Li looked at Zhang Yang with a smile:

"Master Zhang, do you often meet the No. 1 offline? Why is he so skilled?"

"Hehe, wait a minute."

Zhang Yang understood that if this woman was really a rich second-generation, it would not be surprising that she could find him.

After all, phone numbers are now real-name registered, and store registrations are also real-name registered.

But he took out his cell phone and searched for the CEO of Yuanyun Group. His name was Wang Changfei, not Li!

"Ms. Li, is your father really the richest man in this city?"

"Yes, but I took my mother's last name." Ms. Li explained: "If you don't believe me, you can search for Li Zi."

"Okay." Zhang Yang didn't be polite with her. This time, he confirmed the other party's identity.

It turns out that Wang Changfei has four wives. Li Zi is the daughter of him and his third wife, and the sixth child in the family.

Li Laoliu's purpose in looking for Zhang Yang was very simple.

She still couldn't let go of the mummy, and she also wanted to see Zhang Yang to see if he had any more unique funeral plans.

"I do know a plan that will definitely not be robbed, but it will use up a lot of cement."

"Cement? That's too modern. Forget it." Li Zi refused: "My father likes traditional ones."

"Then ask a professional Taoist priest to perform a ritual for half a month!"

Zhang Yang thought of the young Taoist priest he had just met.

"Master Zhang, all the money my father earned was clean, so there is no need for salvation."

(End of this chapter)