He was speechless all night. The next morning, Wu Dong drove Yun Xi to work. Before getting in, he took a few selfies in front of the car and posted them online.

The assistant didn't have much work, and he was very leisurely all day long, so he borrowed many professional books on art appraisal from Yun Xi and studied them carefully.

At noon, the two million that Yun Xi transferred was deposited. In the afternoon, there was news from Yun Dazong that one of his friends was willing to pay 11.2 million to buy all the porcelain pieces.

Wu Dong and Yun Xi discussed it and agreed to the transaction. Because the buyer was familiar with Yun Dazhong, he directly asked for an account. After he received the goods, he would directly transfer the money to Wu Dong's account.

At this moment, Wu Dong's personal wealth actually exceeded 15 million. With money, he began to think about the seed material of Tianhua Company, but at present, his funds are insufficient, so this matter needs to be slowed down.

In the afternoon, Wu Dong's mother called and said that her grandmother was sick and asked Wu Dong to accompany her to visit her grandmother.

When it comes to grandma, Wu Dong's memory is actually vague. After he was in junior high school, he seemed to have never seen his grandma again.

He comforted his mother a few words and said he would go back as soon as possible.

After get off work, he asked Yun Xi for leave and said he wanted to go home. Now he is a rich man. When he goes home, he will see if his parents can stop working so hard. By the way, he will also explain to him about finding a job in the provincial capital.

At six o'clock in the evening, Yun Xi personally took him to the high-speed rail station. The two waved goodbye and got on the train back home.

As the train was driving, his mind was rolling. He was wondering how to deal with the huge sum of money at hand. His parents were nearly fifty years old and should not have worked so hard anymore.

Just as they were thinking, the train stopped midway and a new customer got on the train. At this time, a middle-aged couple took a little boy into the train and sat opposite him.

The little boy's eyes were dull, Mumu was sitting still. The couple looked very tired and worried. The middle-aged man's brows were twisted into the character "Chuan", while the middle-aged woman sighed from time to time.

Wu Dong looked at the little boy, but the little boy's eyes were not focused. Could it be that the child was sick? He thought to himself.

After watching for a long time, his eyes penetrated the little boy's skin and bones and observed the situation inside his brain. He found that there was a vertical black line in the center of the child's brain. He was curious and continued to observe. He found that the black line was slightly thinner than the fishing line, with one end exposed outside the skull and the other end buried deep in the brain.

Such a thin line, even if you have a CT, you can't take a picture. What exactly is it?

Wu Dong is not a doctor. Although he sees the thin line, he cannot say it rashly. The old saying goes well, and the doctor will not knock on the door. If he says it, he will be regarded as a person with bad intentions.

He continued to observe and found that this thin thread pierced several brain nerves of the child. Could it be that the child's muddy was related to this?

Wu Dong is a kind person. Seeing the little boy's appearance, he felt very pity for him. He thought for a while and decided to ask about the situation first. He put a draft in his heart. He smiled at the middle-aged man and asked, "Uncle, are your children in your family feeling uncomfortable?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Wu Dong, nodded slightly, and said, "This is my son Xiaoyong, he is in poor health."

Wu Dong said oh, and he took out the sweet orange from his bag and handed it to the little boy. The little boy didn't even look at it, his eyes were still dull.

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "He ignores people now."

Wu Dong asked strangely: "Uncle, what's the situation with the child? Have you ever been to the hospital?"

The middle-aged man had a good impression of Wu Dong, so he sighed again and started talking.

It turned out that his son Xiaoyong was fine half a year ago. Later, a Taoist priest from You Fang came to the village and said that Xiaoyong was in trouble and that if he could give him one million, he could help solve it.

Of course, the middle-aged man didn't believe it and thought he had encountered a liar. But what he didn't expect was that Xiaoyong became ill the day after the Taoist priest left. He had a fever and chills at first, and he didn't get better after taking injections and medication.

After being sick for three days, he became what he is now, not talking, ignoring people, like a fool, as if his consciousness is not in his body.

It was not until then that the middle-aged man thought of what the old Taoist priest said. He inquired from many sources and learned that the Taoist priest was a Taoist priest from Yunhuaguan, Shanshui County. So the couple decided to go to Yunhuaguan to find the Taoist priest and ask him to save Xiaoyong.

After hearing this, Wu Dong was very curious. There was such a strange thing! He blinked and intuition told him that this matter was not simple.

He thought for a while and asked the middle-aged man: "Uncle, that Taoist priest needs one million to speak. I guess the uncle's family is quite wealthy."

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "The family is OK. Alas, it's all my fault for loving money too much. If I had agreed to the Taoist priest, Xiaoyong would not suffer. Now I figured it out. As long as Xiaoyong can be cured, I will admit it even if the whole family becomes a pauper!"

He briefly talked about his own situation. His name is Zhou Dajun. He contracted the village brick factory in his early years and later opened a woven bag factory. He still had tens of millions of dollars in property.

Wu Dongyue felt something was wrong. He had heard of Yun Huaguan and his reputation was very famous. The high-ranking officials and nobles in the county all liked to visit Taoist priests to give advice.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Uncle Zhou, I am from Shanshui County. When I get there, I can lead you the way."

The man Zhou Dajun was very grateful: "Then thank you little brother."

Wu Dong is not a nosy person, but there is something strange about this, and he must understand it.

Shanshui County is affiliated to Jiangyuan City, with a population of about one million, with mountainous and hilly counties, and a relatively backward economy.

The group got off the train station, and Wu Dong called a car and led them to Yunhuaguan.

Zhou Dajun was very grateful to Wu Dong. When he was about to arrive in Yunhuaguan, he found a restaurant and invited Wu Dong to lunch.

After lunch, Wu Dong accompanied the family of three to climb the mountain to Yunhua Temple. More than a dozen luxury cars were parked in front of the Taoist temple. It can be seen that the incense here is very popular, and those who come to ask questions or ask questions are either rich or noble.

There is a pavilion at the entrance of the Taoist temple. More than a dozen people are waiting in the pavilion, each holding a license plate in his hand.

A Taoist boy leaned against the railing. When he saw Wu Dong and others coming over, he took out a license plate from his pocket and handed it to Zhou Dajun, saying, "List up."

Zhou Dajun took the license plate and swept around. There was no seat in the pavilion, so the few people could only stand outside the pavilion.

Wu Dong chatted with him without a word. After a few minutes, another Taoist boy hit the gate and walked out. He glanced at Zhou Dajun and said, "My master has calculated that you will come over and ask me to invite you over."

Zhou Dajun was happy and thanked him repeatedly. Even Wu Dong, several people followed him into the Taoist temple, bypassed a large incense burner, and entered the hall.

The Taoist temple is very magnificent, and it is housed with the golden body of the ancestor of the Three Qing Dynasties and is decorated with magnificent decorations.

In front of the statue of the ancestor, a middle-aged Taoist priest sat cross-legged. He had white face and no beards, thin eyes and long eyebrows, his hands were as delicate as white jade, with his palms facing the sky and placed on his knees.

As soon as Zhou Dajun entered the door, he knelt in front of the middle-aged Taoist priest with a "thump" and said, "Master, I was stupid before. I didn't listen to the Taoist priest's advice. I will accompany the Taoist priest!"
Chapter completed!