"Talk about old age."

Taoist Qinghui was the first to greet them.

Jiang Chunian looked over with everyone and saw an old man walking in surrounded by people.

The old man was in his seventies or eighties. His eyes were cloudy but deep, full of wisdom. The wrinkles on his face were very deep, and it was obvious that he was a serious and rigorous person.

"Hello, Taoist priest." Mr. Tan extended his hand towards Taoist priest Qinghui.

"Hello, Mr. Tan." Taoist Qinghui shook hands with him.

He is of the same age as Mr. Tan, but they have no friendship and rarely even see each other.

After all, one is metaphysics and the other is science.

One is at its peak, the other has declined.

It can even be said that those who engage in science always look down on those who engage in metaphysics, believing that they are feudal and superstitious and are just cheating.

The big guys who came to attend the seminar this time probably thought the same thing in their minds, so most of them looked unhappy and a little impatient, thinking that this was a waste of their time.

Tan Lao didn't show it.

Yes, at his age, he has achieved great success and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the pillar of the country. Even the top leaders cannot order him to take over a project.

"Sit down, everyone." Mr. Tan raised his hand.

Soon everyone sat down in their seats.

On one side are scientific researchers, and on the other side are high-level Xuanmen officials.

After sitting down, Mr. Tan looked at Jiang Chunian and the others, accurately calling out Taoist Ling Xiao and Master Xuanming. Finally, his gaze fell on Jiang Chunian, with a bit of inquiry in his eyes. "This is Master Jiang Chunian, the one who proposed the cooperation between the human world and the underworld to build a modern underworld, right?"

Everyone in the research team immediately turned their eyes to Jiang Chunian, with some suspicion, some inquiry, and some disdain.

An old man in his sixties from the research team looked at Jiang Chunian and said, "Since you proposed to cooperate with the underworld to build a modern underworld, could it be that you have been to the underworld yourself?"

"Tsk." Another person sneered: "Are you kidding? There are no ghosts in this world, so there is no underworld, okay?"

"Instead of wasting time on such unrealistic things, I would rather go back and study more about chips."

It was as if a faucet was opened on the research team's side, and all kinds of dissatisfaction and disdain gushed out, almost drowning Jiang Chunian.

Mr. Tan just looked at Jiang Chunian, neither participating in it nor stopping it.

Taoist Qinghui's face darkened, but he finally endured it.

He believed that Jiang Chunian could handle this small situation.

Jiang Chunian understood clearly that if she didn't come up with some real materials tonight, this seminar would probably end in failure.

Jiang Chunian looked at the old man who had first attacked her: "What's your name?"

The old man said arrogantly, "My surname is Zhou."

"Old Zhou." Jiang Chunian was unceremonious. Before Professor Zhou could lose his temper, he said calmly, "You are 61 years old this year. You come from a family of scholars. Your family suffered a tragedy when you were young, and your parents divorced. You have been dependent on your elders for support. Later, your parents remarried and have other children. They have not had much contact with you, so your relationship is shallow."

When Old Man Zhou heard this, his expression changed slightly. He looked at Taoist Qinghui and said, "You, the Ninth Department, have done some research beforehand, right?"

Taoist Qinghui laughed and said, "Professor Zhou, you're too polite. We in the Ninth Division have always been focused on cultivating our own little piece of land. We have no interest in other people's affairs, especially the affairs of your National Academy of Sciences. We have no interest in them, and we have no right to interfere."

"All these were discovered by my junior uncle by looking at your face." Taoist Qinghui said with a smile.

Taoist Ling Xiao nodded and said, "Facial analysis, palmistry, and fortune telling are all introductory courses for us Xuanmen disciples. It's not surprising that Junior Master can see these. Not only Junior Master, we can see them too."

Professor Zhou snorted coldly and turned to look at Jiang Chunian unkindly: "Okay, then go on and let me see what else you can figure out."

Jiang Chunian smiled faintly and continued, "You have little family affection, but you have good career luck. You were the top scorer in high school when you were young, and you were the best in your youth. Your career flourished in your middle age, and you have gained both fame and fortune so far."

Professor Zhou snorted coldly: "This is all nonsense."

Jiang Chunian ignored him and continued, "However, your marriage and family life have been quite unfortunate. You've had two marriages. The first lasted about five years and ended because your son was lost. The second marriage was concluded when you were forty years old. Your wife was at least ten years younger than you, and you had a daughter."

Speaking of this, Jiang Chunian looked a little strange.

Does Taoist Qinghui know what her expression means?

He was very curious: "Little Master, is there something wrong?"

"It's a bit unbelievable." Jiang Chunian asked Professor Zhou, "Professor Zhou, right? Would you be willing to let me calculate your birth date and time? Perhaps I can find your lost son."

Professor Zhou didn't want to tell her, but his expression changed when he heard this: "What? You can find my son?"

Mr. Tan was familiar with Professor Zhou's background, so he knew very well that Jiang Chunian had correctly described all the basic information about Professor Zhou.

Mr. Tan couldn't help but lean towards Jiang Chunian: "Master Jiang, can you tell where Xiao Zhou's lost son is?"

Jiang Chunian laughed: "I'm not a god, how could I possibly tell?"

"So what do you mean?" Professor Zhou, who had just gotten hope, was now being poured down with a bucket of cold water. He immediately became angry and asked, "Are you kidding me?"

"Little girl, aren't you going too far?" A researcher close to Professor Zhou angrily accused Jiang Chunian, "Since you can see that Old Zhou lost a child, you should know that this is a real pain in his heart. How can you use such a thing to tease him and hurt his heart? Do you still have any conscience?"

Taoist Qinghui was displeased: "Junior Master simply felt something was amiss, so he asked Professor Zhou for his birth date and time for a more detailed calculation. He didn't guarantee we'd find any clues. How could this be called deception or a joke?"

"That's right." Taoist Ling Xiao also defended his son: "The subject of metaphysics is inherently mysterious. Junior Master has only seen a small clue, but whether this clue can reveal the secret of heaven, who can say for sure?"

Master Xuanming chanted a Buddhist chant and said, "If you use the horoscope, there is a chance. If you don't use the horoscope, there is no chance at all."

Whether to test or not is up to you. What does it have to do with us?

Elder Tan looked at Professor Zhou and said, "Xiao Zhou, the loss of that child was a source of heartache for you and Xiao Wu. Otherwise, you wouldn't have waited until you were forty after your divorce to remarry under the organization's arrangement. Now that Master Jiang says there's a glimmer of hope, we might as well take a gamble. If we find him, the whole family will be overjoyed, but if we don't, we'll still be at peace."

These words touched Professor Zhou's heart. He gritted his teeth and looked at Jiang Chunian: "Okay, I'll give you the birth date and time."

He wrote down his birth date and handed it to Jiang Chunian, then just stared at her.