Ji Qingyan (yàn) is at the end of her rope, she can't afford the rent, her shop is about to close down, and her only antique compass is broken.
In despair, a handsome ghost claiming to be her ancestor floated out of the compass.
Our ancestor was very capable, but his temper was not very good.
"Idiot! If you can't even tell the truth, the Ji family will be completely embarrassed by you!"
"Trash! Are you afraid of this kind of brat? I was wiped out at the snap of a finger!"
"Traitor! I asked you to go east and west. You want to piss me off to death so that you can inherit me... Oh, you have already inherited it."
Ji Qingyan: "..."
In order to make money, one person and one ghost (spirit) teamed up to start a live broadcast.
"Friends, this big brother's head is a little green. It's not me who says it, it's my compass who says it."
"Little sister, your peach blossom is quite prosperous, but it's a pity that it's rotten. If you don't cut it off quickly, your ancestral graves will have to be digged up."
"Brother No. 1 On the list, stop cheating. Your company's feng shui has been changed. If you don't stop the damage, you'll have to pay for it!"
At first, everyone thought she was a liar.
Later, business giants, Taoist tycoons, and popular celebrities blocked her door one after another, crying bitterly: "Master, save me!"
Ji Qingyan held a compass in one hand and akimbo with the other, looking at the rising balance in his bank card and smiling so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes.
"Ancestor, our next small goal is to earn him 100 million first!"
Someone in the compass snorted softly, but his tone was a little doting that he didn't even notice: "Come out."
