The soul has left its abode

  Does Tang Zhendong's talisman really work? Tang Zhendong himself can't be sure, but one thing he is certain of is that even if these two talismans are useful, they will absolutely not be the main reason why Wang Xuebin becomes the editor-in-chief in the future.

  Tang Zhendong is skilled at physiognomy, Feng Shui and observing the aura of the land. As for drawing talismans, it's a trivial matter, but actually not that trivial, as he has mastered nine out of ten skills - only one skill remains unmastered.

  Watching Wang Xuebin leave with a grateful bow, Tang Zhendong couldn't help but chuckle. Just as he was laughing, Old Ye came out of the new store they had just turned into, "What are you laughing at? You're laughing so slyly?"

  "What's sinister about this? It's clearly a genuine smile from the heart, can't you see that?"

  Lao Ye lowered his voice and said, "I knew it was you again, haha, no big deal. But he just gave you money, why didn't you take it?"

  "50,000 yuan? This is also too low for the value of us masters! We are now somewhat famous, and the price to invite us out should be at least in the tens of thousands. Moreover, he is the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, even if he doesn't give us money, at least he can help us with promotion expenses in the future, haha."

  Old Ye gave a thumbs up, "High, really high, Little Tang, I never thought you had such foresight. Putting fortune-telling in the newspaper is really brilliant."

  "What's with the way you're talking? It sounds like there's something else you're trying to say, why so roundabout?"

  "Although Feng Shui has entered the realm of national studies, it is still being promoted as a feudal superstition. The party will not slap itself in the face, if they say it's superstition, then it's superstition. And things that are considered superstitious by them will have some difficulty entering mainstream media with dignity." Old Ye has a deep understanding of his own industry.

  Tang Zhendong picked up a newspaper used for decoration, which happened to be an advertisement column, but it was just a small advertisement. In the middle section of the edition, in regular script, it was written: "Hui Ming Tang, famous for Feng Shui".

  Tang Zhendong pointed at this place on the newspaper, "What's this?"

  Lao Ye was also shocked. His thinking was still stuck in the early days of reform and opening up, or even before that, when the party maintained a high-pressure stance against feudal superstition.

  "This, this, well, you decide then, whatever you say goes." Old Ye shook his head, he was increasingly unable to understand the society of today. It's really like the Yangtze River's rear waves pushing forward, slapping the previous wave dead on the beach.

  "How much longer will it take for our store's renovation to be completed?"

  "It'll be about five or six days, plus sweeping and cleaning, making door heads, running errands, it won't be done until at least ten days later."

  Tang Zhendong snapped his fingers and calculated, "Then it will be ten days later, ten days later is a good day, just right for opening."

  Two people were talking about store decoration and various Feng Shui ornaments, when Old Ye's phone rang. He looked at it quietly and said to Tang Zhendong, "Qian Wen Chang."

  "Hello, Mr. Qian."

  "Master Ye, hello, I'm bothering you again. I've asked my supervisor to help contact Stanford Hospital and they said that with these symptoms, they don't have confidence in waking Wen Mei up, so we need to think of another way."

  "Has Director Wang asked domestic psychiatric experts?"

  "I asked a psychiatrist from Beijing 301 Hospital, and he said that there is no good way to treat this condition. However, he suggested hospitalizing the patient for observation. Master Ye, now I can only seek your help."

  Qian Wen-chang's words were so sincere that Lao Ye couldn't bear to refuse, and he looked at Tang Zhen-dong with his eyes asking what to do. Tang Zhen-dong expressed "send the person to the mansion" to Lao Ye through mouth shape.

  "Director Qian, I can give it a try, but there's one thing I need to clarify first - I'm only 80% sure about this. If it doesn't work out, I hope you won't hold it against me."

  "Master, you're helping me, why would I be ungrateful?"

  "Good, and one more thing, the triggering of this soul-calling array involves the departure and entry of souls, so people without spiritual power must not approach it. Those who get close may be in danger of their souls departing. Be careful, be extremely careful."

  "Yes, Master, whatever you say, I will do."

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  Haitian Garden Community, Qian's Mansion.

  Qian Wenchang and his mother Shen Fenghua finally waited for Master Ye and Tang Xiaoshifu with a big sweat.

  "Master, you've finally arrived." Qian Wenchang had heard that Master Ye said he was 80% sure, which basically meant it was a done deal. So Qian Wenchang was extremely excited, unlike the top-notch 301 Hospital nationwide, and even the nationally renowned psychiatrist, who didn't have half the confidence. Although Qian Wenchang wasn't a superstitious person, sometimes he'd rather cling to that lifesaving straw.

  "Alright, you all just wait in the car, remember, without my permission, absolutely do not go upstairs."

  Qian Wen-chang's mother, Shen Fen-hua, took Master Ye's words seriously and even though she was eager to take a look, she didn't dare go against the master's opinion.

  "Alright Master, we'll just wait here then. Oh right, Master Ye, should I order lunch for you later and have it placed at the entrance?"

  Lao Ye waved his hand, "No need, we can eat after we've finished what we have to do."

  Qian Wen-chang is indeed the boss of a big company, if he wants to ask something, he doesn't need to ask directly, just a hint will do. Qian Wen-chang asked about lunch, actually he wanted to know how long it would take to finish the task, and Old Ye's answer clearly meant half a day or most of the day, maybe not even until noon.

  However, Qian Wenchang's idea deceived Old Ye but not Tang Zhendong. Tang Zhendong thought that if this matter was resolved too easily, then the reward would not be much, and to maximize profits, he had to exaggerate the difficulty of the task. "Master, didn't you say it would take a day and a night? You're not eating now, and the spiritual energy consumed by the soul recall is particularly great. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it. As the saying goes, 'Man is iron, rice is steel', don't you think?"

  Tang Zhendong spoke, looking at Qian Wenchang, then turned his head to look at Old Ye. Old Ye was actually just pretending, he had no idea how long the Soul Returning Formation would take. Tang Zhendong said this, and Old Ye immediately understood what was going on. He pretended to think for a moment, then said, "Alright, I was originally afraid of troubling Director Qian, so I'll have to trouble him instead."

  Qian Wen-chang didn't know the little secrets in the bellies of these two master and apprentice, he saw Ye Da-shi being so polite, and couldn't help but pat his chest, "Master, you're too polite, what do you need? Don't be shy, just tell me directly, rest assured, I'll make a call to book a room at the Hai-cheng Hotel, and prepare a nutritious lunch and dinner for Master, at 12 o'clock noon, and 6 o'clock in the afternoon, it will be placed at the door on time."

  "Then thank you, Mr. Qian." Old Ye bowed his head, took the key to the Qian's house, and led Tang Zhendong upstairs.