Early in the morning, at the top of Mo Group.

A long and winding queue stretches from the door of the president's office to the elevator entrance.

Yuan Qi spread his hands to protect Ruan Xia and walked forward, shouting at the same time.

"Everyone give way, don't crowd, don't crowd."

Ruan Xia wore a hooded sportswear today, fastened the hat and held the brim of the hat with both hands.

It was still seen by those with sharp eyes.

"Master Ruan! Master Ruan is here!"

"Master, please take a look at my horoscope. I offer 100,000 yuan!"

"Master, please save me. My company is about to close down. Please take a look at Feng Shui!"

Ruan Xia lowered her head and moved with difficulty along the flow of people. When she finally reached the door, she was pulled in by the people inside.

Yuan Qi quickly locked the door after entering.

"Huh - there are more people here today than yesterday. What can we do?"

Mo Tingye returned to his seat and looked at Yuan Qi coldly.

"I didn't say that people who have nothing to do with the Mo family should not be let in."

Yuan Qi held a document in his hand, opened it and displayed it on the table, explaining it line by line.

"These are all reserved in advance. This is the sister of the old man's cousin. This is the current chairman of the Fang Group. You may not remember, but he was your deskmate when you were studying. This is Mr. Zhao The recommended ones are also said to be over-noticed by you..."

Mo Tingye closed the document impatiently, and his eyes fell on Ruan Xia, who was playing with golf clubs.

Ever since the news about the Zhao family spread, almost everyone they knew or didn't know came to contact her, just to ask her for advice.

Ruan Xia has the ability to solve all kinds of difficult and miscellaneous diseases. He can interpret the hexagrams neatly and neatly, and the hexagrams and gold are reasonable. All the high-ranking families in the city are queuing up with gifts.

Over the past few days, it has become more and more intense.

Ruan Xia comes to Mo's every day just like going to work, busy from morning to night.

Mo Tingye was a little worried that she was too tired, so he threw the document into the trash can.

"No more, let them all go back."

"Why!"

Yuan Qi received the order and immediately went out to drive away the people.

Ruan Xia heard the conversation and came over and asked, "Why didn't you answer?"

Mo Tingye looked down at the contract in his hand, and there was no emotion in his voice.

"There are too many people to handle, and you are not the only Taoist priest in this world. Let them find another way."

Ruan Xia nodded, it made sense.

Although the current Taoist sect is not as glorious as before, the inheritance of Taoism has not been interrupted.

She was originally following Mo Tingye. If he said he didn't care, then he didn't care.

Just as he was about to sit down, Mo Tingye's voice sounded.

"On the table is the mother tree Dahongpao collected by Mr. Zhao. I heard that you like tea recently, so I want you to have a taste."

Ruan Xia immediately became energetic upon hearing this.

She has recently received a lot of tea from inquirers, and it was the first time for Dahongpao to hear this.

Just as he was about to reach out, he saw that his fair, slender, well-jointed hands had already opened the box.

Mo Tingye sat opposite her and began to wash and make tea very seriously.

"I've been working hard recently, and I won't let anyone in again."

Ruan Xia understood that he was afraid that he was working too hard, and it took him a long time to think of a good excuse.

"Helping them is also beneficial to my own practice, so everyone is happy."

Solving some things can indeed accumulate moral virtue, but most of them cannot.

For example, those who ask themselves when they will become rich suddenly, and those who ask if their cats can practice cultivation.

She suddenly remembered an interesting thing.

Just as he was about to complain to Mo Tingye, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

I saw Yuan Qi walking in with a man, wearing a crisp brown suit with a solid color shirt and a crisp tie, exuding a noble temperament.

Ruan Xia subconsciously looked at his face. The man had clear features, tall and plump nose, plump and upturned lips, and a crimson color.

What a face that has been rich for hundreds of years.

"You love watching so much?"

Mo Tingye interrupted Ruan Xia's thoughts with one sentence.

Before he spoke, Mo Tingye stood up to greet the visitor.

"When did you come back?"

"I got off the plane last night. Didn't I hear that Mr. Mo's family has a treasure? I'm here to broaden my horizons."

The two seemed to know each other very well. When the man's eyes looked at Ruan Xia, they suddenly flickered.

Then he straightened his back and smiled slightly at Ruan Xia.

"Who is this……"

Yuan Qi quickly explained, "This is the famous Master Ruan."

The man was so shocked that he was stunned for two seconds.

"I didn't expect the master to be so young and beautiful. He is like a fairy descending from the earth."

Then he bent down and reached out to her in a very gentlemanly manner, with a humble and graceful movement.

Ruan Xia didn't know what to do and stayed in her seat awkwardly for a while.

Mo Tingye stepped forward and gave him a gentle push, "Don't do the things you do abroad."

The man was not angry either, and smiled gently. That smile was like the early sun in summer, making people feel warm.

He is completely opposite to that guy Mo Tingye!

"Master Ruan, my name is Xu Zhi'an, and I am Mr. Mo's good friend."

Ruan Xia nodded in greeting.

Mo Tingye on the side divided the brewed tea into three cups, and the aroma of tea suddenly filled the room.

"Now that you're here, let's enjoy this tea."

Xu Zhi'an took a sniff and nodded with great satisfaction.

After taking a sip, my eyes were full of surprises.

“Pure Dahongpao, authentic taste.”

Ruan Xia quickly took a sip and found that it was indeed very different. The tea soup was mellow and the aroma of tea lingered in her mouth for a long time.

When Mo Tingye saw her finish drinking and pour another glass, he looked at Xu Zhian.

"You just came back and came to see me. What happened?"

"It's nothing, I just want to tell my fortune. I don't have any luck even at my age, so I want Master Ruan to calculate my fate."

When he looked at her, there was a meaning that Ruan Xia couldn't understand. His eyes were swaying, and he refused to look away while he was sipping tea.

Ruan Xia spoke softly.

"Okay, but I have to get paid."

Xu Zhian put down his cup and nodded.

"No problem, no matter what price Master Ruan makes, I will never counter-offer."

Ruan Xia's eyes fell on the table. Xu Zhi'an's car key had a coin tied on it. It looked like it was old.

"I want that copper coin."

She pointed her index finger at the table, and Xu Zhian looked down.

"Master Ruan likes this. No problem. I collected this many years ago. It's an ancient coin."

He took off the coins with nimble fingers and continued, “If Master Ruan likes it, I have other collections of gadgets at home. You can go and take a look when you have time."

A cold voice came from the side, "No need."

Mo Tingye's face was not very good-looking, "Your collection is not half as good as mine."

Seeing the misunderstanding between the two, Ruan Xia quickly picked up the copper coins and explained.

"This is not an ordinary ancient coin. This is earth money. It is placed on the head of the dead person in the coffin to stabilize the corpse. Keeping it for a long time will be bad for your luck. I need to purify it after I collect it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Zhian across from him looked horrified.

"This...this thing is actually from a dead person. If I had known it, I wouldn't have bought it."

"Speaking of luck, I have not been going well in recent years. I have repeatedly failed in projects. Master Ruan, please help me."

Xu Zhi'an looked serious, and seemed to be frightened by the money.

Ruan Xia chuckled softly. She thought about it. After counting between her knuckles with her index finger for a long time, her brows knitted together.

"Master Ruan, what's going on? Am I not lucky enough, so I can't do anything well?"

Ruan Xia shook his head and continued to calculate, trying to confirm his inference.

Xu Zhian couldn't sit still when he saw her expression, and his body twisted in his seat.

"Is that the copper coin? Can I transfer it to you if I give it to you?"

Ruan Xia thought to herself, what good things are you thinking about? Your unlucky situation is really not ordinary unlucky.

"Give me your horoscope."

Ruan Xia took out the pen and paper, and after Xu Zhi'an finished writing, she took a quick look and immediately came to a conclusion.

He slowly said, “You are unlucky because you were borrowed."