One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Upon hearing this, Wang Weiguo was not disappointed at all; on the contrary, the flame of admiration in his eyes burned even brighter!

Listen to this!

What constitutes the demeanor of a truly superior person?

They regard money as dirt and mansions as fleeting clouds!

What a level of attainment this is!

How extraordinary this is!

"Master! I was shallow! I tarnished your spiritual practice with my worldly perspective!"

Wang Weiguo clung tightly to the leg, refusing to let go, as if afraid this lifeline would slip away:

"But Master! You saved my whole family and helped me recover my health. This is a life-saving grace!"

"I, Wang Weiguo, have worked at China Overseas Group for so many years, and all I've done is 'repay kindness'!"

"If I don't repay this great kindness, I'll definitely be haunted by it in the future, and it might even affect my... finances!"

When the topic turned to "fortune," Wang Weiguo's eyes sharpened, as if he had found a starting point:

"And this time, to help me exorcise the demon, you mobilized such a large force, with thunder and lightning that day... it must have consumed a lot of your immortal energy and cultivation, right?"

"If this can't be fixed, I, Wang Weiguo, will be guilty of a thousand deaths!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianyi frowned slightly, seemingly somewhat troubled.

He didn't answer directly, but instead very naturally turned his gaze to Zhang Chulan, who was already eager to take over the role.

The meaning in his eyes was very clear:

It's your turn, grandson.

We're experts; talking about money hurts feelings. We need an agent to talk about "fate."

"Cough cough!"

Zhang Chulan understood immediately, cleared his throat, and put on a pained yet helpless expression, as if he had to worry about his advisor.

He strode forward, first helping Wang Weiguo up with great effort, then said earnestly:

"Mr. Wang, you've hit the nail on the head! No wonder you're a business tycoon, your insight is truly sharp!"

Zhang Chulan pointed at Zhang Tianyi, his face filled with sorrow:

"My master's grandfather was a celestial being who didn't eat the food of mortals."

"Of course he doesn't care about money. To him, money is just paper, just numbers, not even as substantial as a bowl of noodles!"

"but!"

Zhang Chulan abruptly changed the subject, raising his voice eight octaves:

"All things in the universe adhere to the principle of energy conservation and the cycle of cause and effect!"

"As you just saw, to suppress those ghosts roaming at night, my advisor summoned the divine thunder of the heavens! That was defying the heavens and revealing heavenly secrets!"

“Each bolt of lightning that strikes down consumes more than just immortal energy; it diminishes my master’s merits and even his lifespan!”

"hiss--!"

Wang Weiguo gasped, his face turning deathly pale.

"This...this is serious?! It's shortening my lifespan?! Then...how can I make up for it?"

As a top billionaire, his greatest fear is the phrase "shortening one's lifespan".

"It's tough..."

Zhang Chulan shook his head, stretched out his fingers and started gesturing wildly, looking completely enigmatic:

"Merit is something invisible and intangible. Even if you cultivate it slowly over a period of time, you might not be able to make up for it in ten or eight years. However..."

Zhang Chulan's eyes flashed, and he leaned closer to Wang Weiguo, lowering his voice to say:

“In our Taoist tradition, there is a saying called ‘giving alms’.”

"Since this cause and effect is related to your household, then you must naturally make up for this loss. Use your worldly wealth to fill the deficit in the Heavenly Way; this is called—spending money to avert disaster, energy exchange!"

"We don't call it money, it's too vulgar. We call this—French Gold."

Wang Ye, who was standing to the side, twitched his face as he listened, and almost crushed the thermos in his hand.

What the hell is this energy exchange?!

This is some kind of divine power that can mend the heavens!

Isn't this just a roundabout way of asking for money?

Energy conservation? Do you think this is a physics lesson?

Moreover, they have a whole repertoire of phrases; they're even better at convincing people than salespeople!

But Wang Weiguo was clearly completely ensnared and firmly believed it.

He nodded repeatedly, his eyes resolute—the decisiveness of a financial tycoon making a major decision.

"I understand! Little master, I completely understand! This is the logic of equivalent exchange!"

"Give me a definite answer! How much sincerity would it take to make up for the merits of the real person? Even if it's company shares, I won't even flinch!"

Zhang Chulan smiled, but instead of giving a direct price quote, he held up one finger.

Wang Weiguo frowned upon seeing this, somewhat displeased:

"One hundred million?"

Before Zhang Chulan could speak, Wang Weiguo shook his head, waving his hand with an air of domineering arrogance:

"Little Master, you underestimate me, Wang Weiguo, and you underestimate the methods of Master Tian Shu!"

"My life, plus the lives of my whole family, plus the feng shui of this house, are only worth one hundred million? That's like giving money to a beggar!"

"If word gets out that I, Wang Weiguo, spent 100 million to hire a god to save my life, people in the industry will laugh at me for having such a cheap life!"

Zhang Chulan was stunned for a moment.

Good guy!

Is this the world of the rich?

One hundred million is not enough?

This level of awareness and perspective is truly exemplary for those who are exploited by investors!

"Then... what do you mean, Mr. Wang?" Zhang Chulan asked tentatively.

Wang Weiguo took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and revealed a magnanimous expression that regarded money as dirt.

He turned and rushed to his desk, yanked open a drawer, and took out a checkbook and a pen.

"Swipe!"

The pen tip dances across the paper; that's the sound of money flowing.

He then tore off the check and respectfully presented it to Zhang Tianyi.

"Master! This is my utmost sincerity!"

"One billion!!"

"I know this cannot measure your immortal skills, but in the mortal world, this is the largest amount of cash flow that can be mobilized! Any more would have to go through the board of directors, which would be too slow and might delay the True Person's recovery of merit!"

"That's just a token gesture. I'll donate a few more golden statues to Longhu Mountain later!"

"Pfft—cough cough cough!!"

Wang Ye, who had been pretending to be invisible all along, couldn't hold back this time and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ten...ten billion?!

That's a billion!

Cash!

Many listed companies don't even have that much net profit in a year!

Has my dad gone mad?

This is such a waste of money!

"Dad! Calm down! This..."

Wang was about to rush forward to stop him.

"Snapped!"

Wang Weiguo turned around and delivered a powerful blow to the back of his son's head, causing Wang Ye to stagger.

"You bastard! Shut up!"

"Who gave you the right to speak here?!"

"This money is mine! I'm happy to offer it to the immortal! You little brat, what do you know about cause and effect! What do you know about the bigger picture!"

"If it weren't for the real person today, our whole family would be finished! This money is for our lives! What are you worried about!"

"If you say another word, I'll cancel your credit card! I'll kick you out of the house! I'll make sure you starve!"

Wang Ye covered his head, looking at his father's state of being possessed by demons, and felt utterly hopeless.

He looked at Zhang Tianyi, his eyes filled with grief and indignation:

Second Master...you went too far!

Zhang Tianyi received Wang Ye's gaze.

But instead of feeling any remorse, he winked at Wang Ye in a very subtle way.

Then.

Zhang Tianyi looked down at the check filled with zeros.

He didn't reach out to take it immediately, but remained silent for three seconds.

Those three seconds felt longer than three years to Wang Weiguo, who was afraid the real person would find it too short and refuse to accept it.