Opening Sign-in to a God of Wealth

Chapter 318 Huang Yun Believes in the God of Wealth

The group came to Ye Chen's rental house on the fifth floor, and Zhu Yangguang stepped forward to open the door of the rental house.

In the room, a fresh smell came.

Although Ye Chen had been away for a while, there was no dust in the room. The air inside is also good, and the windows seem to be open.

Secretary Rong looked inside and outside the rental house just like the inspection work.

"Hmm! Very good! Very good!"

Seeing everything in the room, looking like a home, Secretary Rong was very satisfied.

For outsiders, I think that Secretary Rong is curious to do this.

But for Ye Chen! I feel that Secretary Rong is checking.

This is the boss caring about the lives of the employees.

Where is Secretary Rong? Instead! The last boss of Nongyifa Bank was disillusioned.

After I, Ye Chen, took over Nongyifa Bank and summoned all the gods of wealth, her secretary Rong would disappear.

because! She is not a secretary at all, but the previous boss.

Where did she come to be your secretary? Instead! I went through the handover procedures with you.

When her handover procedures are completed, and Ye Chen, who has taken over Nongyifa Bank, she will disappear.

After Zhu Yangguang opened the door of the rental house, he did not enter.

Xi Jinjuan took Lele in his hand, but did not go in.

The rental house is so big, how can it accommodate so many people?

Ye Chen entered first, and Secretary Rong entered second.

Huang Yun led her son Zhang Yuanyuan behind Secretary Rong, and Wu Mei led her son to enter last.

Ye Chen took down the travel bag and put it aside. He was grateful to see that the room was cleaned up.

obviously! Xi Jinjuan comes to clean up every day. otherwise! The house will not be so clean, and the air will not be so fresh.

"You live here temporarily, and when I finish my work, I will take you back to my hometown." Ye Chen said to Huang Yun.

"Well! I listen to you!" Huang Yun replied.

"Then what about me? Where do I live? Coco!" Secretary Rong leaned over and roared.

"Then what about me? Where do I live?" Wu Mei took her son's hand and asked as she approached her.

Ye Chenbai glanced at the two of them, but did not speak.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! We five live together, okay?"

"Just one bed, how do you sleep? I want to sleep with Ye Chen!" Secretary Rong said.

Finished! She turned her face to the side as if she had said something wrong, and she was ashamed.

"Open a big room for you! Great sleep together!" Xi Jinjuan said outside the door.

"Then you too!" Secretary Rong roared.

Xi Jinjuan's expression changed and he glanced at Zhu Yangguang.

When Zhu Yangguang heard this, not only did he not get angry, but also laughed happily.

I thought: You women, joking, are even more wild than our men.

Xi Jinjuan blushed and did not continue.

With her husband by her side, she dare not presumptuously.

If there is no husband and children in front of her, maybe she will continue to laugh with Secretary Rong and others.

Ye Chen simply packed his luggage, and took Secretary Rong, Huang Yun and Wu Mei to Xi Jinjuan's residence on the top floor.

Xi Jinjuan and Zhu Yangguang brought Lele up first, ready to cook.

There are so many people here, so I need to cook more dishes.

The home that was smashed last time has already been renovated.

It can't be said to be redecoration, but only maintenance.

In order not to affect life, in order to be fast, everything is simple.

Broken furniture, doors and windows are replaced with new ones, and everything that can be bought is newly bought. Only those things that cannot be bought are allowed to be done on-site by decorators.

In the living room, a "partition wall" has been built according to Ye Chen's meaning to isolate a space.

In this isolated space, there is a statue of the **** of wealth and official luck.

Official luck and wealth! That is, Duanmuci, the **** of wealth in the southwest and the **** of wealth of Confucian merchants.

Duanmu Ci! That is, Zi Gong, a student of Confucius.

Zi Gong! He is one of the twelve philosophers in the Confucian Temple.

The twelve philosophers enshrined in the Dacheng Hall of the Confucian Temple are: Ziqian, Zhonggong, Zigong, Zilu, Zixia, and Youruo from the north to the east; Bo Niu, Ziwo, Ziyou, and Ziyou from the west to the north. , Zi Zhang, Zhu Xi.

In the eighth year of Kaiyuan Tang (720 years), Emperor Xuanzong Li Longji of the Tang Dynasty ordered Guoxue to worship Confucius and set ten philosophers to share. Later, the Song, Qing and other dynasties were added several times, and it was not fixed to twelve until the Qing Emperor Qianlong.

Secretary Rong was the same as when she was down there just now, and she looked everywhere at the top floor of Xi Jinjuan's residence.

She is not at all shy about how others think of her, she looks nosy or disgusting.

of course! Did not go to the room to check.

She looked around in the hall, as if looking for something?

When she reached the portrait of Xi Jinjuan's husband, she glanced at it and left with a look of fear.

As if the person on the portrait was about to eat her, she was so frightened that she did not dare to look closely.

before! The portrait of Xi Jinjuan's husband is open over there.

just now! A glass sliding door is installed over there.

You can see the inside from the outside, but it's not as straightforward as before.

obviously! This is deliberately arranged.

after all! Xi Jinjuan has remarried.

If you put the deceased husband in front, it would be disrespectful to the current husband. Again! It's not what the dead husband wants to see.

The deceased husband wanted her to live a happy life instead of living in nostalgia and pain.

After turning around and returning to the starting point, Secretary Rong saw the space partitioned off on one side of the living room: the Confucian businessman and the **** of wealth.

"The Confucian God of Wealth!"

Seeing that it was Zi Gong, the Confucian businessman and the **** of wealth, Secretary Rong reduced the expression on his face and became respectful.

Seeing that there was sandalwood on the table of the offering table, he went up to pick it up and lit it on the incense candle, and then inserted it into the incense burner.

After finishing the incense, she stepped back a few steps, knelt down on the futon with her knees, and respectfully kowtow to the Confucian businessman.

That looks respectful, people can't believe it.

To know! The usual Secretary Rong, who looks like a professional woman, wears professional attire.

She after get off work! It looks a bit naughty and lively.

just now! In front of the Confucian businessman and the God of Wealth, she became so pious again.

"The Confucian merchants and wealthy gods are enshrined at home! If you know! I! I will bring some tributes and incense candles..."

Secretary Rong felt very sorry that he did not bring fresh tributes.

Finished! She took a wad of cash from her pocket and placed it on the altar.

Xi Jinjuan's family doesn't have a "contribution box" and cannot donate money to the merit box. and so! You can only put your mind on the altar table.

"No!" Xi Jinjuan just came over, and when Secretary Rong offered so much money, he refused on the spot.

Her family is not short of money, how can we ask others to donate money?

"This is my heart! Next time I buy incense candles and tributes, I will use this money!" Secretary Rong took the money and gestured to Xi Jinjuan. then! Put the money on the offering table again.

The money was not donated to Xi Jinjuan, but from her heart.

"Secretary Rong also believes in the **** of wealth and official luck?" Xi Jinjuan asked.

"I believe in the Confucian businessman and the **** of wealth!" Secretary Rong replied.

Although the worshipers are the same person, they are all Zigong (Duanmuci), the gods available for worship are different.

Some are worshipped as the **** of wealth and wealth, while others are worshipped by the Confucianist God of Wealth.

In the Confucian Temple, the identity of the twelve philosophers is worshipped by the world.

"This is the God of Wencai! Baby! Come and worship the God of Wencai!" Seeing that the scene was so solemn and grand, Huang Yun quickly pulled her son Zhang Yuanyuan over to worship.

"Mother!" Zhang Yuanyuan was not very willing.

because! He doesn't know so much.

"Kneel down!" Huang Yun ordered.

Zhang Yuanyuan had no choice but to obey her mother's words and kneel down to the **** of wealth.