Eastern Sea, fishing village.
The Song family's grandfather and grandson got off the plane and headed to the beach.
The tides rose and fell, and the water and sky were like a line.
There was a small Taoist temple standing quietly on a protruding stone platform.
However, Song Qinghang took this ordinary-looking Taoist temple seriously. He tidied himself up, took a deep breath, and led Song Xin into the temple.
Song Qinghang lowered his voice." I've never told you this before. This immortal's surname is Yuan, and his courtesy name is Qingfeng. However, you must not call him by his full name. You must call him Priest Yuan.”
"Yes."
Song Xin was a little nervous and her heart was pounding.
This Taoist priest was a true cultivator.
All these years, the Song family had a smooth journey because of this person's guidance!
It was said that Priest Yuan was the descendant of the legendary Yuan Tiangang of the Tang Dynasty. He could interpret the prophecy book, Pushing Back Map!
The Taoist temple was very small and could only accommodate a few people.
As soon as he entered, he saw a sage-like old man staring at the painting on the wall.
Song Qinghang came behind him and said respectfully,""Priest Yuan."
Hearing the voice, the old man turned around and covered the scroll.
"The two of you are here?"
The old man seemed to have expected this.
Priest Yuan, you know about it?" Song Qinghang was shocked. Although he had asked for advice many times, he was still shocked every time he saw how everything was under control.
"Have some tea first."
Yuan Qingfeng smiled, waved his horsetail whisk, and sat on the futon.
Song Xin stole a glance and quickly retracted it.
After a while, Yuan Qingfeng said,""This female benefactor has a golden aura on her face. I'm afraid she's met her nemesis. It's normal for her to be defeated.”
God…
"May I ask how to resolve it?" Song Xin asked hurriedly.”
"Xiner!" Song Qinghang shouted.
Song Xin knew that she was being rash, so she lowered her head and remained silent.
Yuan Qingfeng smiled generously.
"There's no harm in asking directly. This matter is easy, but you must have the courage to fight to the death.”
Song Qinghang's face lit up." I dare ask you to explain."”
Yuan Qingfeng's mouth blossomed like a golden lotus as he recounted everything. The two of them looked at each other, secretly thinking that He Ping was finally finished.
He walked out of the Taoist temple.
"Grandpa, this Taoist priest is too godly." Song Xin sighed.”
Song Qinghang smiled." Go ahead. The Taoist priest is never wrong. Just do as he says. Fight to the death and then come back to life. Defeat He Ping in one fell swoop."”
At this moment, inside the temple.
Yuan Qingfeng shook his head and hung the painting on the wall again.
In the painting was a young man.
Looking at the man in the painting, Yuan Qingfeng's eyes were filled with respect.
The immortal caressed my head and tied my hair to accept immortality.
This expert surnamed He came to this world forty years ago and took him as his disciple. He had predicted all these things for so many years, and there was nothing wrong with it!
"The founder said that after I deliver this news to the Song Clan, I can be released from my confinement and enter the world to cultivate!”
Yuan Qingfeng laughed and walked out of the temple.
At that moment.
He Ping returned to his original spot.
'It really took a lot of effort…'
'However, it can be considered a new attempt.'
'In the future, I can refer to this method for my family.'
He Ping immediately made a phone call and told He Qizheng about the matter.
He Qizheng frowned." Is the Song family crazy? Song Qinghang wasn't that old yet. Would he let Song Xin play like this?”
"Ancestor said so."
He Ping left this sentence and lay on the sofa, waiting for the show to begin.
……
He Qizheng began to sell his stocks at a high price.
He had a feeling that He Ping was fooling him.
The ancestor's manifestation was something with a low probability. Why did He Ping give it to him as if it was free?
"Unless the Song family is really that stupid, they won't take my rotten shares.”
He Qizheng muttered, but instructed the trader to do as He Ping said.
On the other side, Song Xin, who had just returned from the Eastern Sea Taoist Temple, started buying the stocks of the He family's companies with confidence.
Although it was obvious at a glance that these companies were in decline, the Taoist priest said that the wave of the next era was coming. These companies would leap up and become rising unicorns!
Song Xin frantically bought.
"He's really that stupid!"
When He Qizheng heard the report, he happened to be drinking water and spat it out!
His expression gradually turned serious.
After more than 20 years of hard work in the business world, he was no longer the Ah Zheng who dreamed of making a fortune in a video store with a pager.
Now that he saw that there was a profit to be made, He Qizheng quickly started his micro-operation.
The Song family was filled with joy.
Song Qinghang had asked the Rong family for Song Xin's candidacy.
"With your performance this time, you will definitely become the brightest star among all the candidates!”
As a large number of stocks entered the market and some companies were acquired, Song Xin smiled so widely that her eyes turned into crescents.
At this moment.
Song Qinghang received a letter from Yuan Qingfeng.
"Presumably, Daoist Priest still has some tricks up his sleeve."
Song Qinghang opened it with a smile.
However…
The smile on his face gradually froze.
"Grandpa, what's written on it?"
Song Xin also wanted to take a look.
On it was a unique poem.
"I live by the East Sea. Are there no immortals? Where can I find them?”
Song Xin looked at it again and realized what it was.
This was a hidden poem.
" I'm from the He family?!"
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