I rely on fortune-telling to conquer wealthy families

Butler Zhao subconsciously retorted: "Impossible!" However, thinking of the young man's ability, he began to sweat coldly on his forehead, and he made a phone call.

His expression had changed as soon as the call was connected, and after saying something, his eyes towards Shang Qing became more respectful. After hanging up the phone, he nodded and said, "The young master is right. The eldest master passed away three days ago."

Shang Qing nodded, "Okay, then you go quickly."

Butler Zhao apologized and said with a smile: "Well, we can't leave yet... The master said that the Zhou family needs a young master. Since the eldest young master is dead, I will take you back..."

Shang Qing was surprised, "Aren't you masters so stupid?"

Butler Zhao had a stern look on his face. He didn't dare to answer or refute. He could only say in his heart: Who can say otherwise.

Shang Qing thought of something and asked, "Since the Zhou family is a wealthy family, should the place where they live be better than here?"

When Butler Zhao heard that there was a way, he quickly said: "Of course, if you are willing to go back, I will clean up the room with you personally. It will definitely be ten times, no, a hundred times better than here!"

Shang Qing nodded with satisfaction, "Deal!"

The group of people rushed to the airport as soon as possible, and arrived at the Zhou family's old house in Qingyun City in the afternoon.

Butler Zhao led Shang Qing, and as soon as he entered the old house, he met a woman. Butler Zhao's expression changed and he said respectfully: "Hello, madam."

This woman is also pretty. She is wearing a bright red high-end dress, a diamond ring the size of a pigeon egg, and glittering jewelry around her neck and earrings. She wants to write the words "I am rich" on her hand. face.

Judging from the title of Butler Zhao, this is probably the head wife of the Zhou family.

Mrs. Zhou straightened her hair, looked at Shang Qing up and down, and said disdainfully: "Is this Zhou Zhengliang's illegitimate son?"

Shang Qing imitated her and brushed his forehead hair, "Is this my stepmother?"

Mrs. Zhou's face turned livid with anger, "You!"

Butler Zhao was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He couldn't afford to offend either of them, so he had no choice but to smooth things over, "Madam, are you going out? Do you need me to prepare a car for you?"

Mrs. Zhou took a few deep breaths, thinking that she would have a tea party with her little sisters later, so there was no need to waste time on an unworthy illegitimate child, so she turned around and left, "No need."

When she walked away with high heels, Butler Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Madam's maiden family is the Xin family in Qingyun City, and she is a close relative of the Zhou family. She has been married into the Zhou family for more than ten years, and she is on good terms with the master."

Shang Qing didn't care about this at all and just said: "My scumbag dad... Oh, he is your master, is he here?"

Butler Zhao's mouth twitched, "Master, he is on a business trip and will not be back until some time later."

Shang Qing twitched his lips. His son who had been living abroad came home for the first time in more than ten years. The father didn't even show his face. He was really a good father.

He continued to ask: "Mrs. Zhou's daughter—she has a daughter, right, and she's not at home either?"

Butler Zhao admired Shang Qing's physiognomy skills more and more and said quickly: "Yes, the lady is six years old and still in school."

Shang Qing said: "You didn't compare this young lady's kidney with the young master's? Why do you have to have mine?"

Butler Zhao: "...I don't know, you should ask the master!" He was still thinking, even if he wanted to dig out a kidney, how could you have the heart of stone to let someone dig out a six-year-old girl...

The two entered the living room on the first floor. There was a photo hanging on the wall in the corridor. There were two people in the photo, one of whom was Mrs. Zhou and the other was a middle-aged man.

Shang Qing looked at it for a while and asked, "Is this man my scumbag father?"

Butler Zhao quickly said: "It's the master."

Shang Qing suddenly smiled. Good guy, looking at the appearance of this middle-aged scumbag, he has no blood relationship with that young master! Is this scumbag being cheated on? Thinking of this, he asked: "What is your eldest young master's name?"

Butler Zhao said: "My name is Fu Lianzhi."

Shang Qing was surprised, "His surname is not Zhou?"

Butler Zhao said: "Well, the eldest young master was brought back from outside when he was eighteen years old. He did not change his surname."

Shang Qing was speechless, "What's the matter with your master? His son is scattered all over the floor. Why, he thinks it's a pleasure for others to raise his son for him, right?"

Butler Zhao didn't dare to answer this, so he had to lead the people and walk quickly to a room on the second floor. He opened the door, bowed and said: "Young Master, this is the bedroom prepared for you. If you are not satisfied with anything, I will I’ll change it for you again.”

Sure enough, Shang Qing looked at it carefully and said critically: "The mattress is not good, I want the softest one, and the pillows should be replaced. The wardrobe and cabinets should be replaced by mahogany, as well as the table. The curtains should be made of suede silk, not embroidered. The color is more atmospheric.”

In his previous life, he was in the Qingfeng Sect, and everyone in the sect protected him like a treasure. They asked for gold but not silver, and they never suffered any grievances. This room was enough for others, but far from it for him.

Butler Zhao wiped his sweat while listening, and kept saying that he understood, and then he took the time to arrange for someone to replace it with a new one. I thought that the young master who grew up with a poor Taoist priest would have little knowledge, but now it seems that his vision is no worse than those of young masters and ladies who grew up in wealthy families.

Thinking about it this way, that poor Taoist priest might also be an expert!

After the bedroom was rearranged, Shang Qing had lunch in the room, then got into bed and took a good night's sleep.

The life of a wealthy family is really good. He worked hard to catch ghosts and demons, and his requirements are not high. He just hopes to have a room filled with mahogany furniture and a ten-meter luxurious bed to let him rest for a while. It not only comforts his body, but also satisfies his soul.

When I woke up, it was already dark outside.

Shang Qing stretched himself, turned on the light in the bedroom, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

A layer of black mist rose on the ground, and as soon as the temperature dropped, small droplets of water condensed on the newly replaced mahogany furniture.

Shang Qing looked up and saw a familiar ghost floating outside the window.

Shang Qing was speechless. What was wrong with this young master Fu? If the ghost of the newly deceased didn't just stay in his cemetery, why would he come to him every day? Could it be that he wanted to take a look at the kidney that he couldn't get?

Fu Lianzhi walked in directly through the window this time. When he got closer, he realized that his soul was different from other ghosts. He was filled with billowing yin energy, and his ghost power was so powerful that Shang Qing had never seen before. He looked nothing like a new ghost who had died just a few days ago. More importantly, he was directly connected to the Yin Qi from the waist down, and only his upper body still barely maintained his human form.

Shang Qing squeezed his fingers, waved away the Yin Qi around him, frowned and said: "Take your Yin Qi away, it will leak all over my house."

Fu Lianzhi collected the leaking Yin Qi and smiled gently, "I'm sorry, I can't control it, my soul and body are unstable."

Shang Qing said angrily: "Then go out of my house and make other people's rooms look like this. Aren't you ashamed?"

Fu Lianzhi was slightly ashamed for a second, then raised his head and said, "You have a special physique and pure spiritual energy. I wonder if you are willing to sign a contract with me? It will definitely be useful for me to stabilize my soul."

Shang Qing: "Oh, what does that have to do with me?"

Fu Lianzhi sighed, "Well, if you don't want to, then sell me three drops of blood every month, and you decide the price."

Shang Qing curled his lips, revealing two small pear dimples, "Do you have money for my price? Do you want to give me Ming coins?"

Fu Lianzhi calmed down and said, "Just drive."

Shang Qing pinched his fingers and fired a burst of spiritual energy, "No, I won't sell it for five million, so leave quickly!"

Fu Lianzhi avoided the spiritual energy, jumped out of the window with the Yin energy, and said to himself: "If you don't want to sell it for five million, let's buy it for six million. Three drops a month. The price is not expensive."

When Shang Qing saw him leaving, he cleared away the yin energy in the room and went downstairs to have dinner.

He walked up the stairs into the restaurant. Mrs. Zhou had already arrived, and there was a little girl in school uniform standing in front of her. She must be the lady Zhou Yuanyuan the housekeeper mentioned.

The little girl looked trembling, with her head lowered and her hair a little messy. From Shang Qing's perspective, she couldn't see her expression, but she could see that the floor in front of her was wet with tears.

Shang Qing walked down the last step and heard Mrs. Zhou scolding: "Why are you crying when I let you talk!"

Zhou Yuanyuan shivered and buried her head deeper.

Mrs. Zhou said impatiently: "Why do I have a daughter like you who can't stand the stage! Go back to your room and change clothes!"

Zhou Yuanyuan seemed to have received an amnesty, and climbed up the stairs carrying a schoolbag that was half a person's height.

Shang Qing made way for her, walked to the dining table and sat down.

Mrs. Zhou ignored his presence at all, and the servants in the kitchen began to serve the dishes one after another.

The dinner was sumptuous, but neither of the two people at the table paid any attention to the other. I don’t know what Mrs. Zhou thought, but Shang Qing thought it tasted good, especially the charcoal-grilled lamb chops, which tasted great.

In the middle of the meal, Zhou Yuanyuan changed her clothes and came down. The little girl's eyes were still red, like a little hamster. She quietly found a corner to sit down, and then drank the soup from the bowl.

Mrs. Zhou ate very little for dinner in order to stay in shape. After drinking the vegetable soup, she picked up a napkin and wiped her lips gracefully, then went upstairs with high heels.

After she left, Shang Qing could clearly hear Zhou Yuanyuan let out a sigh of relief.

Shang Qing finished off a whole portion of lamb chops, took a sip of the soup in front of him, sighed with satisfaction, and then said lazily: "Are you sick?"

It took Zhou Yuanyuan a while to realize that he was talking to her, and she immediately took away the hand covering her stomach and whispered: "No, no..."

Shang Qing raised his eyes, raised his hand to call Butler Zhao, and ordered: "Let the kitchen cook a bowl of noodles."

Butler Zhao smiled apologetically and said, "Is the food not to your taste? I will ask them to make whatever noodles you want to eat right away."

Shang Qing said: "Qing Shui Shui, do you know?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Butler Zhao immediately went to the kitchen, but after a while he walked in with a woman about fifty years old.

Butler Zhao said cautiously: "Young Master, this is Mrs. Wang from the kitchen. She wants to ask what is wrong with the food so that she can improve it in the future."

Wang Ma's expression was very uneasy. The Zhou family adheres to rules and has never added food halfway through a meal. She was afraid that the new young master would not like her cooking, and that would be bad if he lost his job.

Shang Qing pointed at Zhou Yuanyuan, "She has an upset stomach. Please cook a bowl of noodles. Use clean water and use less oil."

Butler Zhao and Wang Ma were stunned, neither of them expected this reason.

Wang Ma's expression softened, "Oh, this... miss, why didn't you tell me?"

Zhou Yuanyuan lowered her head and said nothing. She only raised her hand to wipe away her tears. The exposed wrist was so thin that it seemed to break if pinched.

Wang Ma sighed. She didn't say much about her master's affairs, so she just said kindly: "Then let me cook a bowl of chicken noodle soup for you! I only use clear soup and put thin shredded chicken in it. It's not oily at all. Add a little green vegetables, it’s best to eat when you have an upset stomach.”

Zhou Yuanyuan nodded while wiping her tears.

Butler Zhao's conscience ached a little, and he asked tentatively: "Then...should I ask a doctor to take a look?"

Shang Qing looked at Zhou Yuanyuan inquiringly. Zhou Yuanyuan immediately shook her head and whispered: "Mom will know."

Butler Zhao knew what kind of person Mrs. Zhou was, so he thought about it and said, "Then I'll get some gastrointestinal medicine!"

After a while, the noodles were served. Zhou Yuanyuan took a mouthful of hot chicken noodle soup, and her aching stomach felt much better.

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Shang Qing just finished eating and went upstairs.

Zhou Yuanyuan looked at his back, her eyes slowly lit up with a subtle light, and her mouth moved silently: "...brother."