I Got Rich After Giving Therapy to the Ancients

Shen Keyin found an internship.

She works as an assistant at a counseling office.

A monthly salary of just three thousand would be one thing, but every day she also has to deal with all kinds of bizarre nuisance calls.

Caller No. 1: My wife ran off with another man. Everyone is laughing at me. I don't really want to live anymore.

Shen Keyin: Bro, if you want to get by in life, how can you do it without a little green on your head?

Caller No. 2: I've been a county magistrate for nine years and still haven't been promoted. My salary hasn't gone up, either, and I'm getting less and less passionate about my work.

Shen Keyin: That's normal. Going to work is like going to a funeral, and clocking out is like coming back to life. The moment your paycheck arrives, you blow through it in a week.

Caller No. 3: My mother has promised me to a man I've never met. I still want to ride out to battle. I don't want to get married.

Shen Keyin: Men only slow down your sword arm.

The calls kept coming, and Shen Keyin gradually began to realize something was off.

Until she received everyone's payments.

The richest man paid ten thousand taels of gold.

The magistrate gave her a rare kiln-fired porcelain piece.

The general sent her an ancient sword a thousand years old.

Shen Keyin: !

More, more!

Before long, a private museum quietly rose to prominence. Its rare treasures drew countless visitors and set the internet ablaze!

They say the museum's founder was living a life of counting money while seated, despite being so young.

Please add my upcoming novel, My Ancestor's Chatterbox Disciple Is Here to Complain Again~

Ning Zhao is a newly recruited young disciple of Tianwen Pavilion.

She has little status and isn't well liked, so she's assigned to clean the portrait of the founding patriarch.

One day, while wiping the portrait, she casually grumbled:

"Senior Brother gives every new disciple a sword, but he won't give me one. He clearly looks down on me. Hmph!"

The next day, Senior Brother gave her a sword.

Ning Zhao had a flash of inspiration and complained again:

"Senior Sister takes the other disciples on missions but never invites me. She must dislike me. Hmph!"

The following day, Senior Sister took her on a mission of her own accord.

Ning Zhao: !!!

From then on, Ning Zhao found the secret to getting what she wanted: whenever things didn't go her way, she went to wail in front of the founding patriarch's portrait.

"I don't have a single decent magical treasure. How pitiful."

"Boo-hoo, my cultivation is too weak. Everyone keeps picking on me."

"Why won't you let me join the sect's tournament? Are new disciples supposed to be discriminated against? I want to go!"

A chatty young disciple joined the sect and kept muttering at the ancestor's portrait. At first, everyone thought she was a little crazy. But later...

Her complaints made her the strongest person in the sect!

Theme: Give someone a rose, and its fragrance will linger on your hand.