Grandpa He was a staunch materialist who hated talk of ghosts and gods, and the word "master" thoroughly enraged him.
"I haven't seen him all year round, but today the sun must have risen in the west to come home and annoy me!"
"You want me to die fast enough?!"
Grandma He tried to calm him down, saying, "It's not easy for our son to come home. All that's in the past. Calm down."
Old Master He was stubborn by nature, "Get out of here together!"
He Mohua was also stubborn, "I'm not leaving today, I'll just sit at home and watch you get angry."
"You unfilial son!! How could I have given birth to two such things, cough cough cough."
Grandpa He glanced at his youngest son, then thought of his eldest grandson, a lump of anger stuck in his throat.
"I'm too old to manage all that."
He Mo Hua patted his back, "Dad, you're still angry after more than 20 years. Put my matter aside for now, there's a problem with the ancestral graves."
Old Master He's anger, which had just subsided, surged up again, and he roared, "Get out!"
He Mohua was thrown out by the bodyguards. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, so he decided to find a master to take a look.
So he and Hu Biao went to the Divine Calculation Hall.
He Mohua said respectfully, "The money is definitely in place. Please ask the master to make a trip."
Lin Xi stroked her chin. "Only strange sounds, nothing else?"
He Mohua racked his brains to recall, "I can't remember the specifics, but it's an actor's intuition that there's definitely something in the grave."
Hu Biao pleaded, "Master, please make this trip."
"Okay, I understand," Lin Xi said calmly. "Wait over there, and come over after you've finished the next few divinations."
The He family is one of the five major families, with abundant wealth. Who would bother causing trouble at their ancestral graves?
This should be a big case, very lucrative.
Lin Xi continued calculating the divination, "Next."
Qian Fugui called out, "The tenth hexagram..."
The next few questions were all minor matters, which Lin Xi resolved quickly. She stretched and yawned.
"Let's go to the He family ancestral graves."
Su Zikun stepped forward and eagerly raised his hand, "Master, I'll take you there..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qian Fugui shoved him away, his yellow curly hair fluttering in the wind, exuding the aura of a petty thug.
"You don't need to send it, Master, I'll take care of it."
Su Zikun didn't recognize him. "Little curly-haired guy, who are you?"
Qian Fugui cleared his throat. "I am Master Qian of the Divine Calculation Hall, with my eyes on the top of my head."
There are always troublemakers who steal his lines and his underlings' positions.
With Xiao Hengzi absent, he will be in charge of protecting the positions of the first and second henchmen.
Qian Fugui rolled up his sleeves, revealing his underdeveloped muscles. "Got it?"
Su Zikun tugged at his cheek, "You've lost weight and gotten a perm. Take my advice, curly hair doesn't suit a round face. Try a side parting instead, a cool guy look."
"With that cool hat on, even red-haired, yellow-haired, and green-haired guys wouldn't dare to act recklessly."
"Brother, you are Mao Zhong's boss."
Qian Fugui was led astray, "Brother, really?"
"I'm the famous Agent Su, I've managed at least eighty or a hundred celebrities." Su Zikun rattled off, his eyes constantly watching the master's movements.
Oh no, the master is leaving!
He pushed Qian Fugui aside and jogged after him, calling out, "Master, Uncle, Brother Biao, wait for me!"
Qian Fugui realized that the person had already disappeared.
Holy crap! What a scheming guy!!
Waaah, the master went on a field mission and didn't take him with him!
Qian Fugui squatted in the corner, feeling withdrawn.
Aunt He said earnestly, "Fugui, you still need more experience. That young man is too cunning."
Qian Fugui nodded emphatically, "You're right, the one who's wrong is that cunning young man, not me."
Never mind, I'd better get some exercise.
Today I have 2,000 meters left, 300 sit-ups, and half an hour of jump rope...
Lose another 20 pounds, and I'll be a handsome man tomorrow.
Keep it up, Fugui! You'll amaze everyone next year.
...
Hu Biao drove, He Mohua sat in the passenger seat, and Lin Xi was in the back seat.
Su Zikun forced his way forward, "Hi! I'm here to check on my maternal grandfather's ancestral graves on behalf of my mother."
Seeing that the master had no objections, Hu Biao started the car and drove towards the He family's house.
Grandpa He and Grandma He are both over eighty years old and are not used to the fast pace of city life, so they live in the suburbs.
That entire hillside belongs to the He family; the air is fresh and the scenery is beautiful.
There are several villas at the foot of the mountain, and ancestral graves are halfway up the mountain.
Hu Biao stopped at the door. "You can't get in. Old Master He kicked you out twenty years ago, and he just deleted your facial recognition yesterday."
He Mohua was a little embarrassed. "I'll go knock on the door."
"Uncle, I'm here too." Su Zikun waved towards the window. "Open the door."
[Ding-dong! Palmprint recognition successful. Welcome home, Young Master Zikun. The family has been notified.]
Su Zikun raised his chin. "Luckily I came. Uncle, Grandpa is still angry with you. You two are really something else. Stubborn people facing each other, not even three donkeys could pull you back."
He Mohua wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
He couldn't get into his own home, and his little nephew could even read his palm print.
Hu Biao stopped the car at the fork in the road. "Master, how about we go straight to the ancestral graves?"
Lin Xi didn't care. "It's fine, but the old man is outside, so we can't leave."
Old Master He, leaning on his cane, walked briskly. "Ahem, who let He Mohua in again?!"
"Throw it out, throw it out now!"
The bodyguards surrounded the car menacingly.
Hu Biao sighed. This time, he was doomed.
To get to the He family ancestral graves, you have to pass through the old house. It doesn't matter that they were thrown out, but the master is still here...
At the crucial moment, Su Zikun displayed his dramatic flair.
He pinched his thigh hard, squeezed out two tears, and cried out in a sobbing voice.
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