Li Jianshan is a powerful CEO, and everyone under him is capable, so he doesn't need to be on the job every day.
Plus, we have a branch office there, so we just flew over.
When Guan Qingchen saw who it was, he clicked his tongue; he knew it.
But Li Jianshan was also very busy, and he had a lot of social engagements while he was here.
That evening, after finishing a business conversation with an uncle, he awkwardly changed the subject with a troubled expression: "I heard that Master Jiang is your master?"
It's not a big secret that Li Jianshan became Jiang Si's apprentice.
Li Jianshan nodded.
"Then I wonder if you have learned any skills such as feng shui from Master Jiang?"
Li Jianshan: "???" He's currently only learning demon-slaying and ghost-killing skills. He figured his master probably didn't intend to teach him the money-making skills of feng shui.
The CEO's family businesses alone keep him busy enough.
“To be honest,” Yang Tianshi sighed, looking like he was about to pour out his troubles, “My father recently passed away, but lately he’s been dreaming about me every day, either saying that his place is too cramped or that he doesn’t have enough money.”
“We clearly found him an auspicious burial site, and even consulted a master who said there were no problems, but my father still dreams about it every day. As his son, I am really having a hard time.”
Yang Tianshi is Li Jianshan's elder, and the Yang family and the Li family have some connections.
Now that things have come to this point, it would seem like he would be doing a disservice to the meal if he didn't act as a mouthpiece.
Li Jianshan: "I'll ask my master for you."
"Of course, don't get your hopes up too high. My master is quite busy." Li Jianshan said this without batting an eye, sighing that the world is indeed busy.
Yang Tianshi quickly said, "Then thank you." He thought that Li Jianshan was, after all, his last disciple, so it shouldn't be a big problem for him to ask Jiang Si for help.
When Li Jianshan returned to the villa, Jiang Si and Han Yunluo were watching an idol drama.
He felt his worldview was crumbling.
Could it be that his master has taken a liking to one of those pretty boys?
These people are neither as handsome nor as rich as him.
He pulled Guan Qingchen aside, exasperated, "You let her watch those brainless idol dramas? Aren't you afraid Master Han will fall for someone else?"
Guan Qingchen straightened his clothes and shook his head: "You don't understand. Yunluo will think I'm more handsome. Besides, we're bound by a three-life love story. It's a joke that those small fry can defeat me."
He still has that much confidence.
Li Jianshan pretended to vomit, disdainfully spitting out the sour smell of his love, and walked over to sit down next to him. "Master, there's something I'd like to ask you for a favor?"
Jiang Si paused the show she was watching, looked at him, her eyes flickered, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Seeing that his master still cared about him, Li Jianshan felt a little comforted: "It's just that an uncle said there might be a problem with his family's grave and he wants you to take a look."
"The compensation is very generous."
Li Jianshan quietly added a sentence.
The master craftsman is not short of money, but he loves money.
Han Yunluo turned her attention to Li Jianshan and exclaimed "Eh!"
Guan Qingchen and Li Jianshan asked simultaneously, "What's wrong?"
Han Yunluo was sometimes more perceptive than Jiang Si; her "Eh?" definitely meant something was wrong.
Li Jianshan: "What's wrong with me?"
Jiang Si said, "Don't worry, it's nothing serious."
"It's strange, why is there a wisp of yellow merit light on your body?" This merit light is very faint, as if it were stuck on.
"Huh?" Li Jianshan looked completely bewildered.
He spends all his time socializing and has met countless people.
Surely a group of money-grubbing businessmen wouldn't have any truly philanthropic individuals? Doesn't he know them well enough?
Jiang Si also became interested, "Let's go meet your uncle tomorrow."
Yang Tianshi breathed a sigh of relief when he received Li Jianshan's call. With Jiang Si's help, his father's problem should be solved, right?
He's been too afraid to sleep lately; he's developed neurasthenia.
At that time, Yang Tianshi still had a dream.
His father, dressed in his burial clothes, held up one finger in praise: "You did a good job this time."
Yang Tianshi was flattered; this was the first time he had ever dreamed of not being scolded.
Yang Tianshi personally went to pick up Jiang Si.
Jiang Si looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a large belly and a slight bald head. He had a somewhat simple and honest smile on his face, and when he smiled, the excess flesh on his cheeks was squeezed to both sides.
He looks just like Maitreya Buddha.
Han Yunluo said, "He is a blessed person."
Both Buddhism and Taoism have a saying that people with a Buddha-like appearance are blessed, and these people usually do a lot of good deeds.
It seems they are not heartless rich people.
The good fortune that Li Jianshan possessed probably came from this person.
Jiang Si's attitude improved a lot.
She extended her hand: "Hello, Mr. Yang."
Yang Tianshi was somewhat flattered; a celestial master of Jiang Si's caliber was actually being so polite to him.
Yang Tianshi, quite excited, also extended his hand, "Master Jiang, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Let's go see your father."
"Okay, okay."
To show respect, Yang Tianshi drove the extended Lincoln he used as a display piece for his home.
Yang's father's tomb is located in the southern suburbs of the city.
It's a high-end private cemetery, with dedicated staff cleaning and patrolling it daily.
Yang's father's place is on a mountaintop, covering a large area, and is quite far from the surrounding neighbors.
It offers a panoramic view of the city; the feng shui isn't exceptionally good, but it's certainly not bad either.
Li Jianshan asked quietly, "Master, have you noticed anything wrong?"
Anyway, he didn't see any problem.
Yang Tianshi stood awkwardly to one side, rubbing her hands together, and asked, "Did I do something to displease my dad?"
In the Yang family's hometown, there is a tradition of placing great importance on the afterlife.
Yang Tianshi asked himself if he had done anything wrong, and this place was carefully selected. He couldn't possibly have any conflicts with the neighbors around here, could he?
Besides, it's already this spacious, so it's the best we could do.
In broad daylight, Yang's father's spirit appeared.
"You're the Taoist priest my son hired?"
Jiang Si thought for a moment whether speaking to someone in an empty space would frighten Yang Tianshi.
She kindly asked, "Mr. Yang, would you like to meet your father?"
As expected, Yang Tianshi was startled.
He wiped the sweat from his brow. "What do you mean by 'see me'?"
Is Master Jiang really that powerful? Is it really okay with this happening in broad daylight under the bright sun?
Li Jianshan said, "It means exactly what it says." He had seen it too.
It is said that Yang's father held him when he was a child.
Yang's father died a happy death; he had never been sick or suffered any misfortune in his life, and he passed away in his sleep.
As people get older, they eventually pass away. The elderly didn't suffer too much; they were saddened for a moment, but then they accepted it.
Yang Tianshi felt a bit apprehensive about returning home, "Then let's meet."
He could ask his father face-to-face, but in his dream, he kept repeating the same two sentences, and he couldn't get any useful information.
Jiang Si nodded slightly and gently brushed her hand in front of Yang Tianshi's eyes. A cool sensation swept over him, and when he looked over again, he saw his father looking at him with some relief.
"Not bad, not too stupid."
Yang Tianshi: "..."
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