No matter how much the factory produces each day, it sells out instantly once it's on the shelves.

Xinghe gave them a few hints, suggesting that they expand their operations if possible.

Once the Yin-Yang system is officially launched, these things can be traded with the ghosts of the underworld.

The ghosts in the underworld not only have merit points, but they also have the treasures of the underworld.

The River of Oblivion, Meng Po's Soup, the Red Spider Lily, the Stone of Three Lives...

Among the dead ghosts, there are many geniuses of all kinds. Who says the underworld can't do research, production, and planting?

Of course, these things haven't been achieved yet. Xinghe didn't say much, just mentioned it briefly.

One ghost and the other understood Xinghe's implied meaning and were overjoyed.

"Alright, alright, Fairy, we'll tell them to get it done as soon as possible."

Knowing about these things in advance allows you to seize the market opportunity.

They benefited greatly from following Xinghe during this period.

Needless to say, their merit points are also a factor. When their descendants had some trouble recently, it was Xinghe who helped resolve it.

This is the right company to latch onto.

Following Xinghe's lead, their descendants' fortunes improved considerably.

Luck has a great influence on people; often, because of luck, people will take completely different paths.

They are aware of these hidden benefits themselves.

Now, one ghost and another ghost are instructing their descendants to speak less, do more, and make a fortune in silence.

A ghost's grandson wanted to send Xinghe back, but Xinghe refused.

She called Uncle Sun, and he came to pick her up.

Uncle Sun drives a pinkish-purple Maserati, a gift from Sheng Xiuwen to Xinghe.

I originally wanted it to be set with diamonds, but Xinghe refused.

She didn't want to be the most eye-catching person on the street.

Uncle Sun picked up Xinghe, his voice filled with excitement, "Congratulations, Miss, on getting into the Mathematics Department of A University. My granddaughter heard about it and told me last night that she must learn from you."

"Thank you, Uncle Sun." Xinghe glanced at Uncle Sun's face. "Your granddaughter has good grades. With proper guidance, even if she doesn't get into A University, she can still get into a good prestigious university."

Uncle Sun was overjoyed. "Thank you, Miss. I will definitely keep a close eye on her."

Xinghe's words are indeed golden.

Not long after, Uncle Sun parked the car at the entrance and waited for Xinghe to get out before driving the car to the underground parking garage.

Xinghe took a look at the little poplar tree on the way. The little poplar tree was growing very well and looked a little taller than a month ago.

It received the spiritual power of the Milky Way and developed a little bit of intelligence. When it sensed the Milky Way approaching, its leaves made a rustling sound.

The outstretched twigs, carried by the wind, gently brushed against Xinghe's shoulder.

Xinghe watered it.

"Grow up well."

The little poplar tree swayed a little more violently, and Xinghe heard its faint response.

"Sister, touch me, touch me."

"I am the most beautiful, tall and green."

"You can't even bloom, I am the most beautiful, my flowers are whiter than snow."

The surrounding flowers and plants began to vie for attention again, and once Xinghe activated his senses, he could hear their voices.

I have to say, it can be quite noisy at times.

"Sister, sister, I have something to tell you. The egg in your room has escaped and gone to your parents and those bad guys' place."

"Um?"

“Just yesterday, it was hiding behind the curtain, and I saw it.”

“I saw it too, and I went there today.”

"I saw it first!"

Xinghe patted the few arguing flowers and plants, then glanced towards her room.

Her parents lived on the second floor, she lived on the third floor, and the fourth floor was Shengyue's territory.

Above them are her brothers.

There are more than ten rooms on each floor, and they are not very close together.

How did that egg get there?

Xinghe still hasn't figured out what kind of egg it is.

She walked upstairs without taking the elevator.

She opened the door softly, the curtains shifted slightly, and the egg, at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, returned to the incubator.

Xinghe walked over and stared at the motionless white egg in the incubator.

The white light on the egg has diminished considerably, and now it looks like an ordinary egg.

Xinghe stared at the egg for a long time, and the white egg trembled almost imperceptibly twice.

It was a little uneasy, because, in theory, ordinary people wouldn't be able to find any trace of it.

But for some reason, it became very nervous when it met Xinghe's gaze, as if nothing could hide from Xinghe's eyes.

Just as it was considering whether to act cute and rub against Xinghe's hand a couple of times...

Xinghe shifted his gaze.

She tapped the eggshell. "Behave yourself. If you dare to do something bad, I'll make soup with you tomorrow."

The white egg felt wronged, but dared not speak.

Xinghe checked the temperature of the incubator, and after confirming that everything was fine, she left the room.

She didn't sense anything bad from the white egg.

Actually, she had a vague suspicion in her heart, but she also felt that it was a bit outrageous.

No matter what it is, you'll know once it hatches.

Xinghe paused, then saw Shengyue in the living room downstairs.

Sheng Yue's head, hands, and feet were all wrapped in gauze.

Sheng Laosan helped her up, and she carried a bowl of soup as they slowly walked toward Sheng Laoda.

Boss Sheng quickly took it, saying, "Yueyue, you haven't recovered yet. Let Aunt Wang and the others do this kind of thing."

Sheng Yue shook her head, her eyes misting over. "I want to do something I can do myself, otherwise I'll just lie in bed all day like a useless person."

She gave a self-deprecating laugh, "After walking through the gates of hell, I've come to understand a lot of things."

"Brother, please try this. I made it myself."

Xinghe swaggered downstairs, saying, "Wang Ma simmered chicken soup for hours, and you just sprinkled some goji berries on it and served it up, and that makes it look like you made it yourself?"

I'm sorry, but she has spies everywhere.

Stones can talk.

Of course, Wang Ma wouldn't jump out and say that she was the one who made the soup.

Xinghe couldn't stand Shengyue and directly exposed her.

Sheng Yue's face paled. Upon seeing Xinghe, she hid behind Sheng Laoda and Sheng Laosan.

Her pitiful eyes revealed fear.

"Star...Star River...I'm sorry..."

"I... I'm not very good at it, so I asked them for help. I'm so useless."

"It's good to know. It's best to find your place and see which trash can you should be in."

Having been criticized too many times, the eldest and third Sheng frowned but did not speak immediately.

Xinghe plopped down on the sofa. "Put it down. That's chicken soup that Aunt Wang made for me."

"It's just a bowl of chicken soup, aren't you going too far?"

Xinghe propped his head up with his hand, "Even if it's just a bowl of chicken soup, it was made for me by Wang Ma, not a tool for some people to put on a show."

"If I were you, starting today, don't ever appear in front of me again, or else..."

Xinghe's lips curled into a smile. "You wouldn't want to know what happened to you."

She then looked at Sheng Yue and said, "Sheng Yue, your methods are too low-class. Next time, try something more sophisticated. This makes me feel no sense of accomplishment at all."