Su Wanwan, the ancestor of Xuanmen who had been sleeping for thousands of years, woke up and found that the world had changed. The spiritual energy is thin, the Taoism has withered, the former cave has become a museum, and the supreme elixir is regarded as a recipe. To make matters worse, she was hungry.
In order to be able to eat three yuan a pack of instant noodles every day, Su Wanwan decided to return to her old business - fortune telling, drawing talismans, making elixirs, and reading Feng Shui.
Passerby A: "Master, I have Mercury going retrograde recently, can you help me change my luck?"
Su Wanwan (calculating with her fingers): "You are not Mercury retrograde, but the top of your head is a little green. Go out and turn left for 300 meters, Four Seasons Hotel 808, catch it and the medicine will cure the disease."
One day, she picked up a man who was "poisoned by a strange poison" and was about to belch.
The man looked pale and exuded the aura of "I'm very expensive, don't touch me".
Su Wan-wan: "Sir, I am the only one in the world who can cure your 'Seven Evil Soul-Eating Syndrome'. For the consultation fee... Let me start with a hundred packs of braised beef noodles."
Fu Sinian, the heir to the top wealthy family in the capital, who was rumored not to live past the age of thirty, fell into deep thought as he looked at the serious and nonsensical classical beauty in front of him.
Later, Mr. Fu discovered that not only had he recovered from his illness, but the entire upper class in the capital had also changed.
Business tycoons don't talk about stocks but health care, and celebrities from all walks of life don't seek C positions but seek talisman papers. And the person who led all of this was the little magician who relied on him for a few packets of instant noodles.
Mr. Fu: "Madam, what's trending again this time? #Receive# or #ridingkoitogotothemeeting#?"
Su Wanwan (shuddering): "Don't ask, asking is just a basic operation."
