Chapter 22 : The wind is buried under the water, 10 million remuneration! [Seeking monthly pass]

After the cold water flowed down from Zhang Qingxuan’s body, it was about to turn into hot hot water. It took an entire hour before his flame was finally suppressed.

After a long sigh, he secretly said that this kind of stuff can’t be eaten casually, Zhang Qingxuan put on the robe from the lottery draw, and left the room.

I have to say.

It is worthy of a few hundred points. It is more than a star and a half more comfortable to wear than the original robe.

However, compared to the original yellowish white robe, this pure white robe, walking on the street, is really very conspicuous.

Zhang Qingxuan was walking in front.

All the way along the way, everyone is looking at it and pointing.

“This person is a Taoist priest?”

“It seems so, look at the jade crown on his head, it also has a yin and yang pattern.”

“So handsome, have all the handsome guys now become Taoist priests?”

“Harm, it may not be a Taoist priest.”

“Wearing like this, what is it not a Taoist priest?”

“It’s cosplay!”

There was a lot of discussion along the way, Zhang Qingxuan listened to his ears, but he didn’t take it seriously at all, rubbing his stomach like a deaf ear, looking around for a place to eat.

Fill your stomach first.

After that, slowly look for places where you can get points.

soon.

Zhang Qingxuan found a bun shop and walked in.

And just as he walked into the bun shop.

On the back seat of a luxury car with a golden statue of the Flying Goddess on the front, a middle-aged man in a black expensive suit, after seeing Zhang Qingxuan’s back, thoughtfully for a moment, shouted: “Stop.”

The car immediately pulled over and stopped smoothly.

The middle-aged man pulled the car door and got out of the car, and quickly walked into the bun shop.

Ordered three steamed buns and a bowl of porridge. Zhang Qingxuan contained a bowl of pickles. He picked up the steamed buns and chopsticks and was about to start eating. The middle-aged man who walked in pulled away the stool opposite him and sat down.

Zhang Qingxuan looked at him suspiciously.

I saw the middle-aged man smiled and asked: “Young man, are you a Taoist priest?”

Zhang Qingxuan raised his sword eyebrows lightly, and continued to eat the buns, he muttered: “It’s obvious.”

The middle-aged man seemed to have heard some satisfactory answer, nodded, and said, “My father is dead.”

“Puff cough cough cough…”



Zhang Qingxuan almost choked to death without a bite of the steamed bun.

Your father is dead, you are not at home for funerals, run here to strike up a conversation with me.

However, so many years of experience in the magic stick made Zhang Qingxuan react quickly.

“Are you trying to let me give your father a super life?”

The middle-aged man nodded, then shook his head: “Yes, nor is it.”

Zhang Qingxuan was puzzled.

The middle-aged man explained: “Super-duty is one aspect. In addition to super-duty, I also want to find a master of Taoism with profound knowledge to help my father find an underground burial with excellent feng shui.”

Zhang Qingxuan suddenly.

He glanced at the middle-aged man and asked, “Is it looking for a place of feng shui that is conducive to the future of future generations?”

“Hahaha!”

The middle-aged man laughed awkwardly, and took out a business card in response to the question.

“Leader, my name is Li Wanli, this is my business card.”

“I have found several Taoist leaders and Feng Shui masters to discuss this matter together this afternoon. In the end, whose plan is adopted will receive a reward of 10 million yuan!”

“If the trail leader is interested, you can come and have a look.”

“Of course, you can even bring Master Ling and other elders together.”

As he said, the middle-aged man showed a look of wealth and wealth: “Even if it is not accepted, as long as it comes, anyone who has the ability can get 200,000 horses and horses!”

He put the business card on the table in front of Zhang Qingxuan, and after speaking, got up and left.

Seeing him walking out of the back of the bun shop, Zhang Qingxuan looked down at the business card again.

Li Wanli, Chairman of Wanli International Group.

Go or not?

This question, obviously when middle-aged man Li Wanli said the number 10 million, Zhang Qingxuan already had the answer in his heart. *

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