Xiao Feng and his group, led by Qi Xiaoman, headed towards the drumming area.
Along the way, there were quite a few monks in robes, and occasionally a few of them were using cell phones, visibly the latest iPhone models.
This actually confird the online rumors that nowadays, monks are wealthy people, and becoming a monk requires educational credentials; it's not sothing just anyone can do.
Lin Jiaxuan, not getting along with Xiao Feng, saw this as a rare opportunity to stir things up, saying, "Shihan, now you can see what kind of person he is, right? You should have seen his true colors long ago."
"Ignore him, let him do what he wants!" The little girl, holding onto Lu Yao with one hand and Lin Jiaxuan with the other, seed to be forming an alliance, intending to band together against Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng naturally noticed this and walked up to Lin Jiaxuan, saying with a smile, "I just posted sothing on my Monts, take a look."
Lin Jiaxuan imdiately sensed sothing bad, took out her phone, opened Monts, and saw that the post from Xiao Feng, whom she had noted as "Villain," read: "Sunshine always cos after the storm. Every tear shed is a form of growth, but unfortunately, so people never grow even if they cry."
The picture was the group photo from earlier.
In the photo, Xiao Feng's bright smile at the top and Lin Jiaxuan's tear-stained face at the bottom ford an extrely stark contrast.
"Delete it!" Lin Jiaxuan said angrily.
"Why should I?" Xiao Feng retorted, "There's nothing wrong with what I posted. You may not like it, but you can't take away my right to speak. If it really bothers you, you can block ." Why should I?" Xiao Feng retorted, "There's nothing wrong with what I posted. You may not like it, but you can't take away my right to speak. If it really bothers you, you can block ."
Lin Jiaxuan gritted her teeth in anger. Block him?
Blocking him lets you slander as you please?
The little girl, who had already changed sides, naturally couldn't stand by and watch her teammate get hurt and imdiately stepped up to support, saying, "I'll ntion Qingyue right away."
Xiao Feng didn't panic at all, shrugged indifferently.
Seeing his attitude, the little girl got even more agitated, took out her phone to check, but didn't receive any notification of Xiao Feng's post on Monts. Even after refreshing several tis, there was nothing.
"Brother Xiao Feng, you actually blocked !" the little girl said angrily.
Xiao Feng shook his head, explaining, "No, I set it so only certain people can see it."
"Fine, fine, just you wait!" Lin Jiaxuan fud, "You better watch yourself in the future and not leave any blackmail material for to capture, or I'll definitely make you famous on the internet."
Xiao Feng countered sharply, "Don't forget what my apprentice does. If you dare post it, I'll sue you for secretly taking private photos, then you can sing 'Tears Across the Iron Window' every day."
"You!" Lin Jiaxuan was speechless with anger.
The little girl rolled her eyes at Xiao Feng, saying to Lin Jiaxuan, "Jiaxuan, you forgot there's a law protecting minors, even if he sues you it won't work."
"..." Lin Jiaxuan.
This might be the only good thing that ca with her own problems.
Xiao Feng was equally speechless; the girl's change of stance and quick turn of attitude was like a classic example of being a fair-weather friend, blowing with the wind.
But with the little girl, why didn't it feel that way at all?
Just then, Qi Xiaoman and Xiao Yalan, who were walking in the front, slowed down.
Once Xiao Feng got closer, Qi Xiaoman asked, "What happened to that handso guy you were with before?"
This was obviously referring to Zhao Guo'an. Xiao Feng, eyes twinkling, said, "He's resting at ho, drank too much last night. If you want to see him, I can take you to him later."
Qi Xiaoman and Xiao Yalan exchanged knowing smiles and nodded in agreent.
It must be said, these two sowhat hobound girls had quite the imagination. Especially after this eting, they couldn't help but wonder if Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an might be their destined princes sent by fate.
Even though they had only t twice, they had already fantasized an entire book's worth of "CEO fell in love with " plots in their minds.
anwhile, Xiao Feng was also daydreaming, but he was imagining what it would be like to see Zhao Guo'an with Zhen Jinghan, encountering Qi Xiaoman and Xiao Yalan.
If past experience was anything to go by, it promised to be an entertaining spectacle, just waiting to get the popcorn ready and have so tea to enjoy the show.
As for whether setting up Zhao Guo'an like this would weigh on his conscience, Xiao Feng thought, since they're good brothers, they should share the good tis and the bad.
Now that the little girl temporarily switched sides, he couldn't be the only one in hot water while Zhao Guo'an watches from a safe distance, right?
As they spoke, drums sounded up ahead.
"Boom... Boom..."
Up ahead was a long line, with a monk at the front responsible for collecting money. Clearly, the drum was not to be played for free.
The big drum, vertical on a wooden fra, had a character written in large letters in each position: Fortune, Prosperity, Longevity, Happiness, and Wealth.
The people who were drumming struck different positions and different numbers of tis; so only struck once, while others struck all positions.
Xiao Feng was curious; logically, most people would think hitting all positions would be best, since they're already paying for it.
Perhaps noticing Xiao Feng's curiosity, Lin Zhiyan pointed to a sign nearby: "Look there."
Following Lin Zhiyan's direction, Xiao Feng saw the sign saying: Drumming, once 30, twice 50, five tis 100, supports cash, mobile paynt, and credit card.
Xiao Feng was imdiately surprised, looking at the line of dozens of people, he couldn't help but remark, "This is such an easy way to make money."
Lin Zhiyan nodded in agreent, "And judging by the wear and tear on the drum, the revenue from just this one project is probably not a small amount.
Of course, that said, there are probably so plants mixed in the queue.
But even with plants mixed in, it's still a surefire win, given how little the cost is; break even in probably half a day.
Xiao Feng and the rest started queuing. The monk collecting money was always grinning, holding a collection code in one hand and a POS machine in the other, with a cash box in front of him, already more than half full with money, not much in hundred-pound denominations, but very impressive in quantity.
About ten minutes later, it was finally almost Xiao Feng's turn to beat the drum.
In front of Xiao Feng was a burly, greasy fat guy, looking in his thirties, wearing what was obviously a fake mink coat, with a gold chain as thick as a pinky finger hanging around his neck.
This style only seen in old films gave an unspeakable feeling of tackiness and outdatedness.
The fat guy took out two bills, a 20 and a 10, and put them in the monk's box.
The monk nodded in satisfaction, indicating the fat guy could step forward to beat the drum.
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