Yun Jianyue is an ordinary little owner of the funeral street. He likes to fish every day.
Until Shen Qichi, the city's famous cold and tyrannical boss, came to the door with a dark face: "I heard that you can handle some 'special problems'?"
Yun Jianyue looked at the bad luck on his body that others couldn't see, and the golden causal thread that was inexplicably connected to her. She smiled and stretched out her hand:
"Yes, yes, but Mr. Shen, we have to talk about the price and long-term after-sales service first."
Later, her business scope became wider and wider.
Helping the head office with feng shui, helping a wealthy family to remove curses, and in the end, even the country's special departments were polite enough to hire people.
Mr. Shen, who at first wanted to stay three meters away from her, now checks in at her incense shop on time every day and has learned to rush to pay.
Someone asked him why he trusted Yun Jianyue so much.
Chen Qichi looked at the woman who was leisurely folding gold ingots behind the counter with a deep look:
"At first, I thought I was buying her."
"Later I realized that it was her I was after."
