One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 20 The King of Billions in Assets

Beijing South Railway Station, exit.

As a transportation hub in the capital, this place is never short of people.

In the bustling crowd, a young Taoist priest wearing a baseball cap and with dark circles under his eyes that made him look like he had just crawled out of a coal mine was squatting by the railing without any regard for his image, holding a thermos cup in his hand, with a look of utter despair on his face.

It was Wang Ye, who had just returned to Beijing a few days ago and was being harassed by all sorts of people to the point of almost having a nervous breakdown.

"Ugh... I can't live like this anymore."

That kid Zhang Chulan sent him a mysterious message, saying he wanted to pick him up at the station and had a surprise for him.

What Wang Ye needs now is not surprises, but quiet.

Wang Ye sighed and was about to take a sip of water to calm his nerves.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out above his head:

"Oh, isn't this Master Wang? You look so weak after just a few days? Have your kidneys been overworked?"

Wang Ye suddenly looked up.

He saw three "handsome older men" with vastly different auras looking down at him.

The old man in the middle, wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses, exudes an air of dominance; the old man in the Tang suit on the left, though in a wheelchair, is full of energy; and the young man in the white shirt on the right has a mischievous grin on his face.

Behind them, Zhang Chulan was carrying large and small bags of luggage, looking like a refugee.

Feng Baobao had half a cucumber in her mouth, her eyes clear yet tinged with foolishness.

"Senior Su... Senior Su! Old Celestial Master!"

Wang Ye was startled. This was supposed to be a surprise? This was a bombshell!

Wang Ye was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. He even threw away his thermos and rushed forward.

"My dear family! You've finally arrived! If you hadn't come, I would have been driven crazy by those flies!"

Su Wuxian pushed away Wang Ye, who wanted a hug, with disdain:

"Alright, alright, wipe your nose. What kind of behavior is this, pulling and tugging in public?"

"Where's the car? Let's get going, there are too many people at this station, it's giving my senior brother a headache."

"Yes, yes, yes! They're all waiting outside!"

Wang Ye quickly led the way, and the group arrived at the underground parking lot in a grand procession.

When I saw the two extended black minivans parked there, and the chauffeured drivers wearing white gloves standing next to them.

Zhang Chulan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He moved closer to Wang Ye, his tone sarcastic:

"Old Wang... not bad. I thought you were a poor Taoist priest, but it turns out you're a rich kid who came down from the mountain to experience life?"

"This car...this ostentatious display...do you own a mine?"

Wang Ye gave a wry smile and opened the car door: "Hey, what rich kid? He's just poor all he has is money. Hurry up and get in the car."

......

The convoy drove out of the station and headed north.

An hour later, the car entered a villa district where land was extremely valuable.

Finally, it stopped in front of the gate of a mansion that resembled a private estate.

Looking at the building in front of him, whose main gate alone was more impressive than any branch of NTDTV, Tian Jinzhong, who had never seen the world before, was completely shocked.

"Goodness gracious...how many people can live in this house?"

Tian Jinzhong leaned against the car window, looking at the huge fountain and neatly manicured lawn in the yard, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Senior brother, this looks even more luxurious than our Celestial Master's Mansion Taoist temple! How much silver must have been spent?"

Zhang Zhiwei adjusted his sunglasses, though he was somewhat surprised, he maintained an extremely aloof demeanor.

"Tacky. Too tacky."

"It reeks of money; it can't compare to the tranquility and nature of our mountains!"

Su Wuxian added fuel to the fire: "Senior brother, if you like, you can have your disciple Zhang Lingyu go down the mountain and get into real estate. With the reputation of our Celestial Master's Mansion, a housing development called 'The Old Celestial Master's Secret Garden' would definitely be a huge hit."

Zhang Zhiwei: "..."

Everyone got off the bus.

Before I even entered the house, the front door suddenly opened.

A middle-aged man in an expensive suit, with a large belly, rushed out surrounded by a group of bodyguards.

It was Wang Ye's father, Wang Weiguo, chairman of China Shipping Group and former richest man in China.

"Xiao Ye! You're finally back!"

Wang Weiguo looked anxious, but when he saw the group of strange-looking people behind Wang Ye, he suddenly stopped and his face turned ugly.

What kind of freaks are these?

A blind man who looks like a mafia boss (Zhang Zhiwei wearing sunglasses).

An elderly man (Tian Jinzhong) who is paralyzed in a wheelchair and looks like he is taking a walk in the park for rehabilitation.

A pretty boy with a cocky look (Su Wuxian).

There's also someone who looks like he's involved in a pyramid scheme (Zhang Chulan) and a silly girl (Feng Baobao).

"Xiao Ye! Who are these people???"

Wang Weiguo pulled Wang Ye aside and said angrily in a low voice:

"Have you gotten into some trouble outside? Or joined some cult? Let me tell you, there are tons of scammers these days, specifically targeting naive and clueless youngsters like you!"

"Dad! What nonsense are you talking about!"

Wang Ye stamped his feet in anxiety, "This is the helper I invited! A master! A true living god!"

"Gods? I think they're just charlatans!"

Wang Weiguo snorted coldly and turned to face the crowd.

Although I was a little intimidated by the old man in the black trench coat, I remembered that this was my home, so I gritted my teeth and took out my checkbook.

"Everyone, no matter what sweet words you used to deceive my son."

"But Wang Weiguo has made it clear: my son doesn't practice immortality cultivation, nor does he engage in feudal superstition!"

"Here's a million, take it and divide it up, then get out of here! Don't make me call the police!"

The air froze instantly.

Zhang Chulan stared at the check, his eyes wide, and he almost went up to call out "Dad."

Su Wuxian, however, was amused.

He patted Zhang Chulan on the head to calm him down, then took a step forward, looked at Wang Weiguo, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Wang, have you been experiencing chest tightness, shortness of breath, night sweats, and... a persistent twitching of your right eyelid lately?"

Wang Weiguo was stunned, and instinctively clutched his chest: "You...how did you know?"

"Not only that."

Su Wuxian pointed to the southeast corner of the villa:

"If I remember correctly, lately, haven't some shady things been frequently climbing over the wall near your house? And your bodyguard keeps fainting for no apparent reason?"

Wang Weiguo's expression changed.

This is a family secret!

Even the police couldn't figure out the reason!

"Who...who exactly are you?" Wang Weiguo's voice trembled slightly.

Just then, Zhang Zhiwei made a move.

He slowly removed his sunglasses, revealing his deep, starry eyes and his two distinctive long eyebrows.

There was no deliberate release of golden light.

He just stood there, and the aura of a master who had long held a high position and was extraordinary and otherworldly was overwhelming, like Mount Tai pressing down on you.

"Layman Wang, I am Zhang Zhiwei."

Zhang Zhiwei's voice was calm, yet it carried a power that compelled people to worship him.

"Your son cultivates Taoism at Wudang Mountain, which is somewhat related to me. I've come here today for one thing only."

"Let's sweep the dust off your Wang family."

Wang Weiguo is a businessman who has seen countless people.

He could tell at a glance that the person in front of him was an old Taoist priest, and definitely not an ordinary person!

That aura was a hundred times more terrifying than any of the high-ranking leaders he had seen on television!

"Zhang...Zhang Zhiwei?"

A name he'd heard someone mention suddenly flashed through Wang Weiguo's mind, "Longhu Mountain... the Old Celestial Master?!"

"That's my master!" Zhang Chulan interjected at the opportune moment, puffing out his chest. "The most outstanding figure in the world of supernatural beings, that's him!"

puff.

Wang Weiguo dropped his checkbook on the ground.

The next second, the wariness and arrogance on the former richest man's face vanished instantly, replaced by a fanatical worship.

He rushed to Zhang Zhiwei in three strides, grabbed Zhang Zhiwei's hands tightly, and shook them repeatedly.

"Oh dear! It's the old immortal himself! I was blind to his greatness! I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"

"Quickly, quickly! Please come in! Serve the best tea! Bring out my treasured jar of Da Hong Pao!"

"Old sage, look at your upright demeanor! I feel an instant connection with you! We click so well!"

Wang Weiguo became increasingly agitated as he spoke, and he even blurted out:

"Old sage, I feel we have a special connection, how about... we become sworn brothers?"

"puff--!!"

Wang Ye, who was drinking water, spat it out, looking utterly devastated.

"Dad! Are you crazy?! That's the Celestial Master! You've become sworn brothers with him?! What do you think I am then?!"

"Then shouldn't I call you...Big Brother?"

Su Wuxian laughed so hard his stomach hurt, patting Wang Weiguo on the shoulder:

"Mr. Wang, let's not go through with this ceremony. Otherwise, the seniority will be too messed up, and it will be difficult for Master Wang to get along in the martial arts world in the future."

"Hahaha! That's true, that's true!"

Wang Weiguo scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, but his enthusiasm remained undiminished:

"Then please, esteemed masters, come inside! Tonight, we'll drink until we drop! I'll have the chef prepare a Manchu Han Imperial Feast!"

They watched as Zhang Zhiwei and Su Wuxian were welcomed in like stars around the moon.

Wang Ye stood in the wind, looking at his obsequious father, and sighed helplessly:

"Well, this time we've completely let the wolf into the house."

"but......"

Wang Ye glanced back at the faintly visible prying eyes outside the villa, a cold smile playing on his lips:

"These large Buddha statues are here to ward off evil spirits."

"I'm afraid quite a few people won't be able to sleep tonight."