Yu Yijun’s small face broke into a giggle, "Don't you know who my daughter is?"
Yu Daochen felt helpless. While he didn't want to admit it, he had to concede that this little girl indeed possessed his former demeanor.
"Alright, let's get back to business, Daddy. Let's talk about something important," Yu Yijun began, "When you weren't at the shop, I took on a job. The client drank three cups of the 'please-come-and-help' tea."
Yu Daochen nodded, "Did you find someone to handle it?"
Yu Yijun shook her head, pouting, "No, I asked several people, but no one accepted."
Hearing this, Yu Daochen grew curious, "What kind of trouble did the client run into that so many people refused the job?"
"It seems to be the Hong Niang Zi," Yu Yijun replied after a moment's thought.
"Hong Niang Zi!" Yu Daochen unconsciously repeated, sounding somewhat surprised.
Zhou Fu, standing nearby and seeing the shopkeeper's astonishment, inquired, "Shopkeeper, what is this Hong Niang Zi?"
Yu Daochen's expression darkened as he explained, "The Hong Niang Zi is one of the ten most troublesome evil spirits in folklore."
Zhou Fu had indeed heard of the ten most troublesome evil spirits.
Hong Niang Zi, Lan Lu Gui (Roadblock Ghost), Gui Xin Niang (Ghost Bride), Song Fan Gui (Meal-Serving Ghost)...
While these ten evil spirits weren't the strongest, they were undeniably the most difficult to deal with, and the Hong Niang Zi was one of them.
Seeing that even her father was so fearful of the Hong Niang Zi, Yu Yijun asked, "Daddy, if this thing is so hard to deal with, should I cancel the job?"
Yu Daochen stroked Yu Yijun's little head and said, "Since you've accepted it, there's no reason to back out. If no one else would take this job, then we'll do it ourselves."
Yu Yijun cautiously asked, "Daddy, can you handle it?"
Yu Daochen looked at Yu Yijun and said proudly, "There's nothing your Daddy can't handle."
Reassured by her father's words, Yu Yijun nodded.
After chatting for a while longer, Zhou Fu went out to rent a place.
After all, the shop only had one room.
Once Zhou Fu had left, Yu Yijun asked, "Daddy, isn't that dark-skinned kid next to you Zhou Fu?"
Yu Daochen remained silent, but he too felt the boy strongly resembled that Zhou Fu.
As the saying goes, money makes the world go 'round. Zhou Fu found a three-bedroom apartment shortly after leaving and purchased it on the spot.
In the evening, Yu Daochen lay in his rocking chair, closing his eyes to rest as usual.
The Hong Niang Zi was indeed quite tricky; without sufficient preparation, even he might fall victim to it.
The next morning, Yu Daochen was still resting in his rocking chair when Zhou Fu arrived at the shop with breakfast.
After Yu Daochen and Yu Yijun finished breakfast, they began preparing their supplies.
At half past one in the afternoon, a Bentley slowly drove towards the shop.
Yu Daochen watched the approaching Bentley and said to Yu Yijun beside him, "Little girl, it looks like you've found a wealthy client this time."
Yu Yijun's small face lit up with a proud smile, and she accidentally let slip, "Of course! The referral fee alone is twenty..."
Realizing she had spoken too much, Yu Yijun quickly covered her mouth.
But it was too late. Yu Daochen's lips curved into a sly grin, "Very well, take a thousand yuan from that. Hand over the rest."
Yu Yijun looked at her father, feeling wronged, "You won't even let your own daughter keep her money? That's too cruel."
Yu Daochen retorted righteously, "You were born by me, so what's wrong with taking a little money?"
"No, no! If Daddy forcibly confiscates it, I'll tell Daddy Qin that you're bullying me," Yu Yijun pouted ominously.
"Oh ho, you've learned to tattle now," Yu Daochen found it rather amusing.
Did he not have control over his own daughter?
What a joke.
But then he reconsidered and said, "You don't have to give it to me, but don't spend it recklessly. Daddy doesn't earn money easily."
Seeing that Yu Daochen no longer insisted, Yu Yijun threw herself into his arms, her small face beaming, "There's only Daddy in the world, hee hee hee."
Yu Daochen looked at the little girl in his arms and shook his head helplessly.
It wasn't that he feared Qin Muyu, but rather that he doted on this little girl.
Before long, three people alighted from the Bentley: a man, a woman, and a young man with dark circles under his eyes, looking utterly exhausted.
Yu Daochen immediately recognized that this young man had likely battled the female ghost more than once, perhaps for three or four days straight.
Upon reaching the shop, Yu Daochen looked at Zhou Fu and said, "Quick, get a stool for this warrior to sit on."
Yu Daochen found himself increasingly curious about the young man. How could he still be alive after being entangled with that female ghost for so long?
For any ordinary person, such a situation would have already led them to the King of Hell.
Yu Yijun beside him covered her nose and whispered, "It smells so strongly of medicinal herbs."
Zhou Fu also instinctively frowned.
Yu Daochen then realized, "Ah, so this fellow has been sustained by medicinal herbs all along."
Only ginseng and other high-grade medicinal ingredients could increase yang energy and nourish vital essence.
However, most people couldn't afford such things.
This young man was fortunate to be born into a wealthy family; otherwise, he would have died long ago.
Seeing that the clients had arrived, Yu Yijun began the introductions.
The middle-aged man was named Wei Long, the woman beside him was his wife, Wang Juying, and the young man sitting motionlessly on the stool, panting heavily, looking like a opium addict, was named Wei Ying, their son.
Wei Ying could barely speak coherently, but he still pleaded, "M-master, please don't hurt Xiao Cui! She's a good woman, no, a good female ghost. She hasn't been draining my yang energy. She's truly a good ghost."
Yu Daochen looked at Wei Ying's state and clicked his tongue, sighing inwardly.
This was the nature of men: to die in the embrace of a beautiful woman, even as a ghost, one would still revel in the romance.
This young man seemed utterly infatuated. How could a ghost be kind? The reason he wasn't dead yet was entirely due to his wealthy parents constantly keeping him alive with century-old ginseng.
What Yu Daochen said was not mere speculation; in the past half-month, nearly a hundred million yuan had been spent on high-grade medicinal herbs for Wei Ying.
This didn't even include other tonics like bird's nest.
Wei Long, standing nearby, looked at his prodigal son, still thinking of the female ghost even on the brink of death, with a look of disappointment.
Wang Juying beside him was secretly wiping away tears.
Seeing Yu Daochen remain silent, Wei Ying was about to speak again when he heard Wei Long curse, "Say one more word, and your mother and I will have another child, and you can fend for yourself."
Upon hearing this, Wei Ying immediately shut his mouth. He knew his father's temper all too well.
He always kept his word; having another child was not a joke.
Yu Daochen, standing nearby, wholeheartedly agreed with this sentiment.
If the main account was ruined, one could always train a new secondary account.