This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

The opening date of the firm was a so-called "auspicious day" that Zhang Chen calculated by counting on his fingers and looking at the calendar on his phone for a long time.

But reality is harsh.

The store was nearly empty for the first three days after opening.

That half-dead secondhand printer came in handy, churning out a stack of flyers that read "Grand Opening Special: First Order 20% Off".

Unfortunately, not a single one was sent out.

In the vast office, only the sound of keyboards and mice clicking echoed.

Zhang Chen was holding his high-end computer, the screen displaying changing lights and dazzling skill effects, while he muttered incantations to himself.

"Hasa! Hasagi! You idiot black rabbit! Quick! Give me a shield! I'm unleashing my ultimate!"

Wang Xiaoer went over to take a look for a while and became interested as well.

He went back to his secondhand office computer, fiddled with it for a while, and downloaded the same game.

However, the character models on his side have so many jagged edges that they look like they're made of mosaic.

Surprisingly, the computer played the game without any lag, and the two players could even play duo queue.

The days slipped by leisurely in the game.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, the glass door of the office was pushed open with a "whoosh".

A young girl rushed in, her eyes red and swollen like two peaches, her face still streaked with tears.

"Excuse me... can this calculate everything?"

She sobbed, her voice thick with nasal tone.

Zhang Chen's game character fell into a pool of blood, and the screen instantly turned gray.

He reluctantly took off his headphones, and upon seeing who it was, he immediately switched to expert mode, leaning back slightly in his gaming chair.

"Of course, what troubles you, young lady? Are you seeking wealth or inquiring about marriage?"

Wang Xiaoer quickly exited the game interface and straightened his back as if to look serious.

"I...I didn't come here to ask for these things."

The girl wiped away her tears and took a photo out of her bag.

"My family's wealth has been lost."

Wang Xiaoer initially thought it was a lost child, and his expression immediately tightened. However, the photo turned out to be of a large, fat orange and white cat with a lazy look and a plump figure, clearly indicating that it was well-fed.

"Its name is Fugui, and it's been missing for three days! I've searched the entire neighborhood, but I can't find it. The security guard told me that a new law firm opened in this building, so I... I thought I'd give it a try."

Business is coming in.

It's still alive.

Zhang Chen instantly perked up, stood up from his chair, walked around the desk, and stood in front of the girl.

He took the photo and examined it for a moment with great seriousness.

"Hmm, this cat has a full face and bright eyes, a sign of wealth and nobility. Don't worry, young lady, I'll take this job."

He readily agreed, his tone radiating unquestionable confidence.

The girl nodded hastily, as if grasping at the last straw.

"Master, can you really find my family's fortune? You must help me find it!"

"It's nothing."

Zhang Chen waved his hand, turned around and went back behind the table, opened a drawer and began to rummage through it.

He first took out a palm-sized tortoise shell with a "9.9 yuan shipping included" label on it, which he quickly tore off.

Then he took out a brass compass, the pointer of which wobbled on it, looking rather unreliable.

"Young lady, do you still remember your family's birth date and time? If not, you should remember when you brought them home, right?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, but still recited a series of dates.

Zhang Chen nodded, turned the tortoise shell upside down on the table, stuffed a few copper coins inside, and began muttering incantations that Wang Xiaoer couldn't understand.

He closed his eyes, held the tortoise shell in both hands, and shook it in a mystical manner.

"Mother Earth... is deceiving you..."

The copper coins clanged together inside the tortoise shell, making a crisp sound.

Wang Xiaoer watched from the side, his lips twitching incessantly.

This scene looks exactly like a street fortune teller scam.

Suddenly, Zhang Chen opened his eyes wide and slammed the tortoise shell onto the table!

After a moment, he carefully tilted the tortoise shell and poured out the copper coins inside one by one.

Looking at the scattered copper coins, Zhang Chen's brows furrowed and relaxed at times.

Finally, he picked up the compass, compared it to the photo, and the compass needle spun wildly several times before finally pointing shakily in one direction.

The entire operation was performed with fluid grace, imbued with a mystical, almost mystical quality.

Zhang Chen stretched out his finger and pointed decisively south.

"Your 'wealth and fortune' is located 300 meters to the south, in a place with water, wood, and fire elements. Go find it!"

The girl looked at him with a mixture of belief and doubt.

"Three hundred meters to the south? There's water, wood, and fire there?"

"Exactly."

Zhang Chen had an inscrutable expression.

"The divination indicates this; go quickly, or things may change."

Wang Xiaoer, watching from the side, couldn't help but scoff; this was pure nonsense.

The area 300 meters south of this neighborhood is right at the old street, isn't that?

But the girl was clearly taken aback. She thanked him profusely, took out a hundred dollars from her wallet, and carefully placed it on the table.

"Master, this is the deposit. I will reward you handsomely if you find it!"

After saying that, she took the photo and hurriedly ran out in the direction Zhang Chen pointed.

The glass door closed, and the office returned to silence.

Wang Xiaoer finally couldn't hold back any longer. He moved closer to Zhang Chen and lowered his voice.

"You think you can just point in any direction and call it a day?"

Zhang Chen calmly put the hundred yuan into his pocket and sat back down in his gaming chair.

What does "pointing blindly" mean?

He glanced at Wang Xiaoer and casually lit a cigarette.

"This is called professional guidance. It gives the client a clear psychological expectation and direction for action. If they find it, then our calculations were accurate. If they don't, it just means they were too late. Cats are animals, you know. They might just disappear if someone teases them, understand?"

"We'll see."

Zhang Chen abruptly changed the subject, pushed off with his foot, and turned his chair to face Wang Xiaoer.

"Isn't there still you?"

"I?"

Wang Xiaoer pointed to his nose.

"Why don't you go for a walk outside?"

Zhang Chenchong raised an eyebrow at him, then waved his hand as if shooing away a fly.

"Sitting all day is bad for your lumbar spine. Move around a bit, go, go, go."

The sunlight, nearing dusk, was still quite dazzling, and Wang Xiaoer wandered aimlessly.

Following Zhang Chen's "instructions," he strolled leisurely southward.

Actually, I just wandered around the river next to it. There was a willow tree every so often along the riverbank. Isn't this the "place with water and trees" that Zhang Chen was talking about?

What about the fire?

Wang Xiaoer looked along the riverbank for a long time, and stared at the floats of several fishermen for a long time, but he didn't see a cat, not even a single cat hair.

He found a stone bench to sit on, and the more he thought about it, the more unreliable it seemed.

Just as I was about to get up and go back, a rich aroma suddenly wafted over on the wind.

It was a pungent aroma of cumin, chili, and roasted meat that forcefully filled his nostrils, instantly whetting his appetite.

Wang Xiaoer's stomach let out a disapproving growl.

He followed the scent and saw a small stall that had been set up in the distance sometime earlier.

A shirtless middle-aged man was sweating profusely as he flipped meat skewers over a row of glowing red-hot charcoal.

The grease dripped onto the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound and sending up an enticing plume of smoke.

Wang Xiaoer's feet moved uncontrollably toward the stall.