My Dao Companion Is a Domineering CEO

He is slender and tall, dressed in an old Taoist robe washed pale with age, its collar and cuffs slightly worn. His long hair is loosely tied up with a wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands falling around his face. His skin is fair and warm, the complexion of someone who has long lived in the mountains. His features are calm and understated, with an air of lazy ease. Holding a utility-bill notice, he sighs at the empty merit box. Faced with a dilapidated temple and mounting debts, he looks a little troubled but remains fairly upbeat. “Grandmaster Ancestor, look at these offerings... There’s not even enough to keep the cat well-fed.”