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Zhao Ye pinched Qian Junjie's chin hard. Qian Junjie felt pain, his throat opened, and the male ghost slid directly down his throat and into his stomach.

Then Zhao Ye let go of him.

"vomit!"

As soon as he got rid of Zhao Ye's restraint, Qian Junjie immediately put his hand into his mouth and grabbed his throat hard, as if he wanted to spit out the male ghost.

Soon, due to a physiological reaction, his nose and tears covered his face.

All the people present watched this scene with cold eyes, and no one sympathized with him.

Qian Junjie picked for a long time, but he couldn't get the male ghost out. Instead, because of too much action, he cut his throat and vomited blood.

Probably Qian Junjie made too much noise, and soon, Qian's mother woke up slowly.

Seeing the pool of blood in front of Qian Junjie, Qian's mother blushed anxiously. She ran over and helped Qian Junjie up: "Junjie, how are you, Junjie?"

It took a while for Qian Junjie to relax.

In the next second, the panic and despair on his face turned into resentment. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Fangqin and the others: "Wait for me, I won't let you go?"

Who wouldn't say harsh words!

Boss Wang, inspector of the Procuratorate, Lao Er, Chief of the Security Section of the Police Station, Lao San Wang, judge, and Wang Fangqin, a prison guard, laughed.

They really didn't intend to do anything to Qian Junjie at first, but now that Qian Junjie asked for trouble, how could they not do what he wanted.

Boss Wang sneered and said, "You'd better pray that you have no reason to be caught by us, otherwise we have plenty of ways to make you unable to eat."

Hearing this, Qian Junjie finally came to his senses, and his face turned pale.

Only then did Master Lingzhen realize something, and he was also happy.

He glanced at the four brothers and sisters of the Wang family, the public prosecutor, the prison guards, and they were all alive.

If this one-stop service is really sold out, Qian Junjie is afraid that it will be difficult.

Mother Qian also seemed to have thought of the key point, her expression froze, and naturally she didn't dare to point the finger at the Qian family again, so she vented her anger on Qian Yiming.

"No matter what, Junjie is your blood brother, why are you so vicious, even your own brother is dying..."

Qian Yiming was completely disappointed in her. He directly interrupted Qian's mother: "I will give you 500 yuan a month as pension money... Is there any extra money? If you get sick, I will pay for it." Half of the medical expenses."

He paused for a while before continuing: "We won't meet again in the future."

As if being struck by lightning, Qian's mother became furious: "Qian Yiming, don't you even recognize your own mother now? It's really the bad luck of eight lifetimes that I gave birth to a white-eyed wolf like you..."

"Get out, get out of here..."

However, before she could finish speaking, the Wang family scolded her.

Seeing the swearing mother of Qian and the ashen-faced Qian Junjie being thrown away by the Wang family, Qian Yiming's tense expression instantly relaxed, which made him look like a lonely wild dog.

Wang Fangqin was in a complicated mood. She called Qian Yiming over and put her arms in her arms: "At least you still have me and the children."

Qian Yiming buried his face in her arms and said softly, "En."

Wang Fangqin's eyes fell on Qian Yiming's hair, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and then said: "Don't tell me, at first I thought this color was not very good-looking, but now I think it looks more pleasing to the eye, why don't you cut it? Keep it, just right, save the hat money."

Hearing this, Qian Yiming raised his head and stared at her: "Don't even think about it, I'm going to dye my hair back tomorrow."

Wang Fangqin also looked at him, and then both of them laughed.

Even if the matter has been satisfactorily resolved here.

Qian Junjie is useless, both physically and mentally.

From his experience in these years, it is not difficult to see that although he claims to be a college student, he actually has no ink in his stomach. Now that there is no support from the male ghost's usury, the company will go bankrupt sooner or later.

And all his net worth including Qian's mother's coffin had already been invested in the company.

The only thing they can rely on in the future is the pension money of [-] yuan per month that Qian Yiming promised to Qian's mother.

Although the consumption level in Songshi City is not high, it is definitely no problem to feed Qian's mother with 500 yuan, but it is a bit difficult to support another Qian Junjie.

As the saying goes, "Sheng Mi's kindness fights against Mi's hatred, this mother and son, no, they are a family of three. I am afraid that there will be hardships in the future."

As for Qian Yiming and Wang Fangqin, after going through such an experience, their relationship has deepened a lot.

They will have a bright future.

For Qian Yiming, although he had an unbearable past, fortunately, he never lost his mind. After he was released from prison, he stood up again with his own hands and started his own career , and have a happy family.

For Wang Fangqin, many people may not understand why she chose to marry a murderer in the first place, because of this, her career may not be able to advance further, and her children will also be implicated.

But she still chose to accept Qian Yiming's pursuit, perhaps because of her feelings, or perhaps because she knew that Qian Yiming was not a bad person.

The only fortunate thing is that her choice was not wrong, at least Qian Yiming is indeed a man worth entrusting for life.

In the early morning of the next day, Qian Yiming and the Wang family personally sent Zhao Ye and Priest Lingzhen to the train station, and sent out an invitation card along with the red envelope.

Qian Yiming and Wang Fangqin were going to get married, they decided overnight, and the date was set on the first of next month.

Zhao Ye smiled and said, "Congratulations!"

Qian Yiming smiled a little silly: "At that time, the two Taoist priests must show their faces!"

Zhao Ye said happily, "Definitely."

Until the two figures of Zhao Ye completely disappeared at the pit entrance, Wang Tongxuan still couldn't calm down for a long time, mainly because what happened in the past two days really challenged her cognition.

As soon as she got excited, she recorded the incident and shared it under the ad posted by Gao Ziyang.

She deliberately obscured the family information, and only focused on describing the magic of handmade soap and the amazing methods of Zhao Ye and Taoist Lingzhen.

However, what she never expected was that because of her comment, the popularity of this ad went up to a new level.

"Qingchuan Guan, this is too awesome!"

"……real or fake?"

"It's true. I was saved by Qingchuan Guan handmade soap just now. I went downstairs to get the courier, but the courier suddenly became very hot. I just let go, and I was worried that the courier would hit my foot, so I subconsciously I took a step back, and it turned out that an out-of-control car brushed my forehead and rushed past. That is to say, if the express delivery hadn’t suddenly become hot, I took a step back, and I might have been knocked into the air... I opened the express delivery After checking the box, I found that the handmade soap inside turned into ashes just as the host said.”

"Does anyone really believe this kind of thing?"

"Is there such a coincidence in the world? It just happened that the two of you were rescued by Qingchuan Temple's handmade soap on the same day?"

"A piece of counterfeit handmade soap is so miraculous, why hasn't this Qingchuan Temple reached heaven yet?"

"Don't tell me, the writing style of this soft article is really good. I spent a lot of money to hire someone to write it?"

"These sailors can't do it, it's too exaggerated, I suggest you fire them!"

"When it comes to marketing methods, I only obey Qingchuan's view!"

"Manufacturing and selling counterfeit medicines will kill the whole family!"

……

It doesn't matter whether these people on the Internet believe it or not, anyway, the believers of Qingchuan Temple believe it, especially the pilgrims who witnessed the entire consecration ceremony that day.

So when Zhao Ye and Daoist Lingzhen returned to Qingchuan Temple, they met faces of resentment.

They all complained: "Master Dao, you are not kind. At the beginning, you kept saying that even if the beriberi creams were cured, they could only cure beriberi and have no other use, so we returned the beriberi creams we snatched to you. , what happened now?"

"That's right, Taoist Master Lingzhen, how can we say that we are also loyal followers of Qingchuan Temple, how can you lie to us like this?"

"So when will the next batch of beriberi ointment be consecrated, this time it should be our share!"

Daoist Lingzhen couldn't help but feel ashamed. According to this situation, he was very worried. When the reputation of Qingchuanguan's beriberi ointment was completely spread, the things that people placed in their cars or at home to pray for safety would not be god statues, but their Qingchuanguan. Foot cream.

The picture was so beautiful that Daoist Lingzhen didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

So he quickly explained: "The reason why beriberi ointment can protect the owner is purely because it was contaminated with a little aura when it was consecrated before, but these auras don't last long, so instead of buying beriberi ointment, you might as well ask Zhang Return the amulet."

He only knew this when Zhao Ye told him.

It was only then that everyone remembered that Qingchuan Temple also sold various talismans.

Even someone asked: "Can the amulet be more useful than the prescribed beriberi ointment?"

Daoist Lingzhen immediately replied: "Of course, and one can be guaranteed for one year."

So in the next second, Daoist Lingzhen was surrounded by a group of pilgrims: "Then give me two!"

"I want two too!"

……

Seeing this scene, Zhao Ye frowned, so they have opened up another way of making money?

At this moment, his cell phone rang.

It was Gao Ziyang calling.

As soon as the phone was connected, Gao Ziyang's eager voice came: "Daoist Zhao, check Weibo!"

Zhao Ye clicked on Weibo and took a look.

It turned out that just half an hour ago, a big V on Weibo named "One Body Righteousness" suddenly posted a post titled "300 million fan blogger is a platform for counterfeit drug manufacturers and sellers. Is this a distortion of human nature, or Moral decline?" The long article pointed the finger at Gao Ziyang and Qingchuanguan.

Soon, this long article was reposted by other big Vs, and within half an hour, Gao Ziyang's Weibo was down, and the bottom was full of abusive voices.

Zhao Ye glanced casually, there were really all kinds of ugly words, from the eighteen generations of ancestors to the eighteen generations of descendants, he was greeted all over the place.

Gao Ziyang's tone was eager: "He is a veteran blogger on Weibo, and he has accounts on Tieba and major live broadcasting websites, with over ten million fans on the whole network, and those who reposted his long posts are also good friends of him." My friend, there is no fan number below six figures, and the most important thing is that he has a good reputation on the Internet and often discloses some evil people and evil things, and basically anyone who is targeted by him will end badly!"

This "righteousness" came aggressively. Hearing Gao Ziyang's tone, Zhao Ye thought he was worried, so he comforted him: "I understand, don't worry..."

But he didn't want the next second, Gao Ziyang's voice changed, and he was very excited: "Daoist Zhao, this is a fat pig sent to the door, I will feel sorry if I don't kill him!"

Zhao Ye: "..."