Ghost Catching System

Chu Hao didn’t understand the medicinal market, so he asked, ”What’s the market value of a thousand-year ginseng, approximately?”

The middle-aged woman gave a wry smile and said, ”A wild ginseng over a thousand years, a decent one, is probably worth thirty or forty million.”

Holy crap!! That expensive?

It was one thing for Bai Ling to request one, but the list she’d written was full of various medicinal herbs, and even some stuff harder to find than thousand-year ginseng. She actually expected him to purchase them—wasn’t this just setting him up?

The middle-aged woman looked at the list again, her expression growing more shocked the more she looked. She couldn’t help but ask, ”Young man, what are you buying these medicinal herbs for?”

Chu Hao said helplessly, ”To eat, of course.”

The corners of the middle-aged woman’s mouth twitched. The medicinal herbs on that list were rarer than the next, many of which she had never even heard of. Based on her understanding of the market, just collecting about one-third of these herbs would cost upwards of a hundred million!

Chu Hao said, ”Anyway, Big Sister, please keep an eye out for me; the price is negotiable.”

”Alright.”

The ability to run such a store meant none of its owners were poor; they ranked among the wealthy in Anli City.

The middle-aged woman suddenly asked, ”Are you looking for Mr. Ma Bozhen?”

Chu Hao nodded.

The middle-aged woman smiled, saying, ”That’s perfect. I’m also heading to the association. Let’s go together.”

”That would be great.” Having someone to guide him was the best scenario.

The two left the herbal store together. The middle-aged woman introduced herself as Fan Zhenzhen, owner of the store.

”Did you come here by car?” Fan Zhenzhen asked.

Chu Hao replied, ”Yes, I did.”

Fan Zhenzhen said, ”Let’s not take your car. Come with me; you’ll have to come back here to pick up the herbs anyway.”

Chu Hao agreed readily, ”No problem.”

After getting into Fan Zhenzhen’s car, he saw it indeed wasn’t a cheap vehicle—it was a blue Maserati Quattroporte worth over two million.

The car started moving, and the two began to chat. Fan Zhenzhen was a strong businesswoman who had built up the herbal shop herself.

Fan Zhenzhen, out of curiosity, asked, ”Young Brother, what do you do?”

Normally, people wouldn’t ask such a question upon first meeting, but Fan Zhenzhen’s curiosity was immense. To say Chu Hao looked like a rich second-generation didn’t seem quite right due to his attire and manner of dress. To say he was a businessman was plausible, but he seemed too young for that.

Lately, Chu Hao’s interactions had all been with ghosts and spirits. Having visited the Underworld once, he longed for life in the Yang Realm. It had been a while since he’d had a conversation with a person, so he replied, ”Me? I tell fortunes.”

Huh?

Fan Zhenzhen was utterly baffled. Were fortune-tellers these days so wealthy? Dropping two million just like that?

Fan Zhenzhen said awkwardly, ”Haha... That’s certainly a unique profession.”

Chu Hao, having encountered such reactions before, was no longer surprised. He couldn’t very well say he was a Yin Yang Master, could he?

As Fan Zhenzhen drove, her curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, ”Then, Young Brother Chu, could you take a look at me and tell me about my facial prospects?”

Chu Hao turned his head to look. Fan Zhenzhen had a good facial structure, with the characteristics of a wealthy lady. Her face was large—large, yet appealing. This was considered a sign of affluence in face reading.

Upon closer inspection, Chu Hao realized Fan Zhenzhen was quite beautiful. She was slightly plump, which made her very pleasant to look at. If she were thinner, she wouldn’t have that same lasting appeal, especially with the eye-catching glimpse of fair skin at her chest.

Chu Hao said, ”Your husband has been deceased for some time now, hasn’t he?”

Fan Zhenzhen exclaimed, nodding, ”Indeed, my husband passed away thirteen years ago.”

Chu Hao continued, ”If I’m not mistaken, back then you nearly followed your husband in death, but you survived. However, since then, despite your great wealth, you’ve had no man by your side. Even if you found someone, it quickly ended in dissatisfaction and separation.”

Fan Zhenzhen was astonished, nodding vigorously. ”That’s exactly right, Young Brother Chu, you’re really amazing! I visited Sanqing Pavilion a few days ago—you know Sanqing Pavilion, right? They also do fortune-telling, and a master there said the same thing.”

Sanqing Pavilion? Isn’t that the place I, Brother Hao, opened?

Chu Hao smiled and said, ”I am the owner of Sanqing Pavilion.”

”DING… Host casually shows off, receiving 1,000 Pretentiousness Points.”

Fan Zhenzhen’s eyes widened as she said with a mix of laughter and tears, ”Now I understand why you offered two million right from the start.”

Sanqing Pavilion was very famous in Anli City. Most high-class individuals knew of Sanqing Pavilion, and many strange matters were taken there to be handled.

Sanqing Pavilion had a rule: for the wealthy seeking their services, the fees were extremely high; for the less fortunate, the cost depended on the situation; and for the poorest, services were provided for free, which had earned them an excellent reputation.

She never imagined that Chu Hao would be the owner of Sanqing Pavilion.

Pointing to the chain on her wrist, Chu Hao smiled and said, ”This Marriage Fate Chain, if I’m not mistaken, should be one that I made myself.”

Fan Zhenzhen’s bracelet was purchased from Sanqing Pavilion, reputedly able to solve her ongoing singleness.

Fan Zhenzhen was shocked once again. ”You… you made it?”

Chu Hao nodded.

Fan Zhenzhen felt a bit dizzy. The item had cost her over four hundred thousand! No wonder Chu Hao had offered two million right away.

Fan Zhenzhen, thrilled, asked, ”So when can I resolve my singleness?”

Chu Hao calculated with his fingers, then nodded slightly. ”Soon enough. But the entanglement with your husband isn’t good. If I were you, I’d purchase another Soul Soothing Talisman.”

Fan Zhenzhen said excitedly, ”I’ve already bought one! It’s placed under my pillow.”

Chu Hao shook his head. ”You should burn the talisman and drink the ashes mixed with water. Your husband left a trace of resentment on you. That’s why all the men you’ve met in these years quickly led to disappointment and separation—your deceased husband is meddling.”

Upon hearing this, Fan Zhenzhen said angrily, ”That jerk has been dead for thirteen years! Every year I burn so much paper money for him, and he still won’t let me live in peace.”

Humans have their selfish desires, and so do ghosts. This is exactly why Yin Yang Masters can solve problems that science cannot.

Thoroughly convinced, Fan Zhenzhen smiled coyly, her charm evident. ”Master Chu is truly a sage. Weren’t you going to buy those herbal ingredients? Two million will do. Let’s just call it making a friend.”

Chu Hao smiled faintly. Just a few words had netted him over two million.

Actually, Chu Hao had no idea that the cost of the herbs he was buying was indeed over two million. Oh well, it was just one person outsmarting another—that’s business. And frankly, Fan Zhenzhen was quite clever and good at networking.

After half an hour of driving, they finally arrived at their destination and got out of the car.

This alley was quite old-fashioned, but it was surrounded by pharmacies. Fan Zhenzhen mentioned that in Anli City’s early days, this was the place where medicinal herbs were sold.

Ahead was the traditional-looking building of the Herbal Ingredient Association, with ”Herbal Ingredient Association” written in four large characters on its facade.

Upon entering, Fan Zhenzhen asked, ”Is Mr. Ma Bozhen available?”

The people here clearly recognized Fan Zhenzhen. A well-dressed young man greeted her with a smile, ”Sister Fan! Mr. Ma is in, but you’ll have to wait a bit. The old gentleman is talking with someone.”

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