Triple Yin Qi

  "Xiao Tang, I really didn't think you'd actually manage to save Qianjia's daughter. I've never admired anyone before, but now I truly admire you." Old Ye stretched out his thumb.

  Tang Zhendong burst out laughing, "Qian Wenmei isn't really dead, and I'm no Hua Tuo, it's just a coincidence."

  "Xiao Tang, you're too low-key."

  Lao Ye and Tang Zhen Dong returned home amidst the gratitude of Qian Wen Chang's family, as Master Ye had promised to re-arrange the Feng Shui calabaza array today to eliminate the three yin energies from the Qian household.

  Qian Wen-chang asked Lao Ye and Tang Zhen-dong if they didn't mind, then they would just stay here, and Lao Ye and Tang Zhen-dong also agreed. It just so happened that tomorrow they would also set up here, and at noon when the yang energy was strongest, they would activate the Feng Shui calabaza array to eliminate the three yin energies here.

  Qian Wen-chang now has a deep admiration for Master Ye and Master Xiao Tang, who have successfully treated illnesses that were deemed incurable by modern medicine. This is truly the mark of a master of Feng Shui and physiognomy who remains hidden in plain sight.

  Originally, Qian Wenchang had little confidence in his country's traditional culture, but through this experience of his sister Qian Wenmei's illness being cured by Ye Dashi, although the three-yin land of his own family was not completely resolved by Ye Dashi, Qian Wenchang did not doubt Ye Dashi's ability at all. After returning home, Qian Wenchang prepared a card worth one million yuan, which was to be given to Ye Dashi as labor costs and also to hire Ye Dashi as the feng shui consultant for his own company. Of course, this was something that Qian Wenchang had not yet mentioned, and it was uncertain whether Ye Dashi would agree, but on his way back home, this was what Qian Wenchang planned to do.

  Lao Ye admits that in the past two years, he has rarely misjudged people, but this time Lao Ye was completely wrong. He even dared to call himself a master of physiognomy, but what level is this master at? Lao Ye himself is very clear. Tang Zhendong was originally not bad in Lao Ye's eyes, although he didn't talk much, but gave people a sense of trust. Lao Ye also wanted to be friends with Tang Zhendong, but later, a series of events made Tang Zhendong's performance completely beyond his expectations.

  Lao Ye lay on the large bed in Qian's nearly 200 square meter mansion, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. In the past, when he didn't make much money, splitting it with Tang Zhendong was fine, but now every deal was worth tens of millions, giving Lao Ye a dreamlike feeling.

  He knew that all this money was earned by Tang Zhendong alone, and he had hardly made any effort. If there was less money, it would be fine, but if there was more money, Old Ye would have an unreal feeling.

  Let's take the 600,000 yuan that Qian Wenchang gave earlier. He handed it over to Tang Zhendong, but Tang Zhendong pushed it back to Old Ye and said, "Take it to the bank and exchange it for two cards, one for each of us." The implication was that they would split it evenly.

  Lao Ye had a feeling of being unworthy, and now this income was simply beyond his expectations. It had only been over a month, and the two of them had already divided up over 4 million yuan each. This feeling made Lao Ye feel like he was dreaming. When he woke up, he was still thinking about money. Honestly, who doesn't love money? But it seemed like Tang Zhendong didn't really care about money. In the past, when he sold fruit, he never bothered to hawk his wares, and would often just sit there silently, waiting for customers to come to him. The people helping him out on the side would often say more than Tang Zhendong himself. Later, when a string of beads that Tang Zhendong had was appraised by an antique shop owner at a price of several hundred thousand yuan, Lao Ye was shocked. But Tang Zhendong remained calm and collected, as if this large sum of money wasn't even worth his attention.

  If Tang Zhendong came from a wealthy family, this behavior could be considered normal, because he was used to seeing money. However, what kind of situation was Tang Zhendong's family in? Old Ye knew best. A person who lived in a small house for 100 yuan a month and had a monthly income of only 1,500 yuan, but when faced with a huge sum of 10 million yuan, he remained unmoved. Old Ye was not only surprised but also incredulous.

  "Little Tang, are you asleep?" Old Ye hadn't slept for half the night, perhaps it was because the bed here was too comfortable and he wasn't used to it, or perhaps there were too many things on his mind that he couldn't calm down. After lying in bed for more than half an hour, Old Ye finally couldn't help but share his current mood with Tang Zhendong.

  "Lao Ye, why aren't you sleeping yet? Why did you push me?" Tang Zhen Dong slept very soundly, but he was a light sleeper and would wake up at the slightest touch. This was due to years of practicing internal martial arts under his master Xu Zhuo's training.

  Sleeping soundly allows for good rest. But waking up at the slightest touch is a necessary skill for those who roam the world, or else one would be caught off guard and not even know it.

  "Xiao Tang, I'm having a bit of insomnia, get up and chat with me."

  "Alright, go ahead, I'm listening."

  "Xiao Tang, I feel like my role in our cooperation is too small. This money, I feel a bit guilty taking it. How about we split the profits 20-80 from now on? You think that's okay?"

  After waiting for half a day, Tang Zhendong still didn't respond to himself. Old Ye leaned over and listened carefully, only to find that Tang Zhendong had already started snoring softly, having fallen asleep at some point.

  Lao Ye sighed and muttered to himself, "Xiao Tang, where did you learn this skill from? I'm so confused." However, after Lao Ye finished speaking, Tang Zhendong's snoring grew louder, clearly having fallen fast asleep.

  In a daze, Old Ye didn't know what time he fell asleep. Anyway, when he woke up, Tang Zhendong was already gone. Just as Old Ye got up to wash his face, Tang Zhendong came in from outside the door.

  "Xiao Tang, you're up quite early!"

  "I just went out for a bit of exercise and the air by the sea is really good." What Tang Zhendong didn't tell Old Ye was that he had already been exercising for three or four hours.

  "Next time you go for a workout, call me up. I slept too late last night and didn't hear you leave at all."

  "Alright," Tang Zhendong replied with a smile to Old Ye.

  "Let's get started!"

  Tang Zhendong finished speaking and began to set up the gourd formation. Yesterday, Old Ye brought over the thirty-six pure copper wind-water calabashes that Tang Zhendong had asked him to buy.

  "It's too heavy, this thing, they're all genuine pure copper goods." Old Ye was very confident about the wind chimes he bought.

  "How did you bring so much?" Tang Zhendong looked at Old Ye carrying a large package, and when they were downstairs, he helped Old Ye carry this big package. At that time, he felt that the weight of it was not light, and at that time, Tang Zhendong thought what Old Ye was carrying.

  "I was telling you to buy more, but actually some of it is for decorating our new store when we open it. I didn't think you'd bring everything."

  "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

  "You didn't ask either," Tang Zhendong said, always treating Old Ye as a peer when speaking to him, neither showing respect for the elderly nor being respected by them, and taking pleasure in their banter.

  But it's precisely this kind of fun that makes them tireless.