Her eyes were sharp and she could see through my mind instantly: "Don't worry, you can't lose this deal."
“Isn’t it true that in all transactions in this world, there are profits and losses?”
"wrong."
Tao Zi corrected her proudly: "For most people, this is true. But as long as you jump to the top of the tower, all business is profitable, and there is no loss."
At first glance, I thought it made sense, but upon closer inspection, it didn’t feel quite right.
"Then why are there still bankrupt rich people?"
"As long as the rich don't mess around, they will be rich all their lives; if the poor don't mess around, they will be poor all their lives."
Tao Zi slowly turned the porcelain bowl in her hand: "In the final analysis, it's all a loss of knowledge."
She changed the subject, with a hint of approval in her words: "Liang Hai is a smart person, and he takes advantage of his knowledge."
"Why do you think he keeps begging me like a dog?"
"You're not saying that he can't make up the money, so..."
Taozi waved her hand: "It's just an excuse."
"He is such a big boss, even if it is a loan, he can get tens of millions. What he values is my reputation in Monan."
Tao Zi clasped the file bag with her fingertips: "With these two words, Tao Zi, I can save at least several million."
I absolutely believe this. She is simply a local emperor in Monan. No matter how big the boss is, he will still be three points shorter in front of her.
I gently touched every word in the portfolio: "Leave the rest to me."
"Okay, my aunt is going back to bed."
She stretched herself and walked out: "Liang Hai will pay for your work alone."
After Taozi left, I asked Wuwen to call Jing'an in.
"Master, call me."
I waved my hand towards the stool and said, "Sit down and talk."
I handed a few pieces of paper I had prepared in advance in front of him: "In the past few days, you can check out the places first."
"This is……"
"Haunted house." I told him the whole story frankly: "To put it bluntly, this house cannot be sold because it is haunted."
Jing'an nodded: "Then, my task is to perform rituals and cleanse the house."
I couldn't help but smile: "According to my experience, it's not as simple as setting up an altar."
Jing'an was a little confused: "Please let me know, Master."
I patted the paper on the table: "The words you see are not words, but the souls of dead people who have grievances that they cannot complain about."
"Jing'an noted it down."
"I will match you with someone to replace Tian Lei."
"Everything is subject to the master's arrangements."
Jing'an always looks like he is indifferent to the world, as if he will agree to any request I make.
As for the person who has been replaced, he is the little Taoist priest I have today.
This man definitely possesses real skills, and he is perfect for escorting Jing'an, a frail little Taoist priest.
As for Tian Lei, he still needs to recruit disciples, otherwise wouldn't it be that he is overqualified and underused?
At night, Xiaomei quietly entered my bedroom.
"Master, I brought back the person you wanted."
"Duan Xu?"
Hey, it's time to compete in acting.
I looked outside and asked, "Where are the people?"
"Invite them in."
Soon, Xiaomei invited Master and Disciple Duan Xu in. I quickly stood up and gave up my seat. After a polite exchange of greetings, I finally took my seat.
Duan Xu raised his head and looked around, admiring: "I would say you are a capable person."
"The last time we met was probably half a month ago. At that time, the Taoist temple was still in ruins."
He sighed and gave a thumbs up: "In such a short time, the house was built and there were so many people."
I laughed and said, "How is the injury on your leg?"
"Thanks to you, it's so easy."
I looked at Duan Xu's master again: "His old man..."
"It's okay. Everything has recovered. It's just that I had some memory loss before. I may not be able to remember sporadic things."
I glanced sideways at his master. Judging from his appearance, this man looked honest and honest, no different from an ordinary farmer.
From the moment he walked in until now, he didn't say anything, and he didn't even make eye contact with me.
I knew before that Duan Xu’s master had no heart, and now he is so silent.
A ridiculous and frightening thought arose from the bottom of my heart.
This person shouldn't be a dummy, right?
At this time, Duan Xu spoke again: "Brother, are you a bit too showy with so many people?"
I laughed and then lowered my voice: "The more aboveboard it is, the less likely it is that anyone will doubt it."
"These stupid Taoist priests thought I was building some kind of Sanqing Palace for them."
I deliberately snorted: "They are just chess pieces."
Duan Xu gave a thumbs up and praised: "High, really high."
