Zhao Laoqi really agreed.
He even thoroughly approved of Meng Yifan's approach.
"Not every haunted house has ghosts, but any house that does will affect the living. What do you do when that happens? You have to find someone to deal with it. But there are too many frauds these days, and the people involved don't know where to find someone who knows what they're doing.
Zhao Laoqi laid out his reasoning for us. "If they can find someone, all well and good. If they can't, not only will they get cheated out of their money, but the problem won't be resolved either."
"But if we do what young Meng suggested, we'd solve their problems and make money at the same time. That's killing two birds with one stone. What's there to worry about?"
Meng Yifan slapped his thigh, grinning so broadly his face nearly split. "Exactly! Absolutely right! Seventh Master couldn't be more right! Hear that? That's the foresight of an expert!"
Zhao Laoqi naturally knew more than we did. Once he spoke, Song Xiaotian abandoned his position completely and joined Meng Yifan in trying to persuade me. "Chen Mo, I think Seventh Master has a point too."
I nodded. "Seventh Master, you're not wrong, but if you keep playing with fire, sooner or later you'll get burned. What if we run into a powerful ghost one day and all end up dead?"
Song Xiaotian wavered again. "Chen Mo's right. We're only flesh and blood, after all."
Zhao Laoqi glanced at us. "Is Du Ruhai a ghost?"
We thought about it, then shook our heads.
Zhao Laoqi said, "He's not a ghost, but hasn't he nearly gotten you killed several times? Whether you die doesn't depend on whether the other party is a ghost."
As he spoke, Zhao Laoqi