The Magnificent Son-in-law Chapter 570: The Abbot's Duties

Such obvious abnormality, Zhen Jinghan naturally noticed and imdiately asked in surprise, "That person just now was Bi Junxian, right? Why was he looking at you like that?"

After asking the question, her eyes wandered back and forth between Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an.

Zhao Guo'an stood up, angrily explaining the situation in full detail.

Zhen Jinghan suddenly understood, "Oh, I see."

Xiao Feng frowned slightly, feeling sothing wasn't quite right, and asked, "Is Bi Junxian very famous?"

"Indeed, Sister Jinghan, how did you get to know such a person?" the little girl asked curiously.

Zhen Jinghan thought for a mont and said, "Bi Junxian's father is nad Bi Quan, and their family runs a film company. In the early years, they produced many docuntaries, almost every one won professional awards, and at their peak, they were even nominated for the Oscars several tis.

However, in recent years, they haven't released many works; they're transitioning towards entertainnt, which hasn't been very smooth. But with Bi Quan's reputation and the network accumulated over many years, as long as they can establish good word of mouth, it shouldn't be a big problem.

This ti, Bi Quan is probably here partly for the company's interests."

Pausing, Zhen Jinghan hesitated before continuing, "However, Bi Junxian, how should I put it..."

Zhao Guo'an urged, "Just say it, there's no outsider here."

Zhen Jinghan nodded and said, "It's said that Bi Junxian likes to exploit male artists in the company, often getting them drunk and then taking the opportunity to photograph them for blackmail.

I once heard an executive say that Bi Junxian is much better than so self-destructive rich second-generation kids.

Because those rich kids only know how to spend money and have no ability to earn it, but Bi Junxian is different. Even if his dad's company goes bankrupt, with the photos he has, he can still ensure he'll live the rest of his life comfortably."

Xiao Feng and the others looked at each other, and listening to Zhen Jinghan, it kind of made sense.

After all, reputation is sothing most people don't need further explanation on its importance.

Once a reputation is ruined, it's not easy to recover.

"Old Zhao, do you think Bi Junxian might want you to make a movie?" Xiao Feng said with a strange look.

"..." Zhao Guo'an.

Zhen Jinghan glanced in the direction of the main hall, her expression slightly solemn, "In any case, Bi Junxian is very vindictive, so it's best to be cautious."

Xiao Feng nodded slowly, knowing that if things can't end peacefully, it depends on whose hand is stronger.

At this point, Hui Yi and the others, who had closed the temple gates, approached.

"Later, tell the one in charge that I have sothing to discuss with him alone," Xiao Feng said.

Hui Yi pretended not to understand, "Who's in charge?"

"Your new Abbot."

"You want to see him for..."

Xiao Feng smiled ambiguously and answered irrelevantly, "You should gain so benefits from this auction too, right?"

"Donor, your words are incorrect. We monks, how could we covet such worldly things as gold and silver," Hui Yi said righteously.

Of course, Xiao Feng didn't believe him, but he couldn't be bothered to argue and directly showed his pendant, saying, "Let the new Abbot talk with ."

"..." Hui Yi.

After a long silence, Hui Yi still nodded in agreent.

Chanting sounds ca from inside the hall, with the wealthy people in the main hall sitting on cushions, their faces full of piety.

This ti, the sound of chanting was evidently more harmonious than when the eighteen martial monks "released" Fujiwara Keiaki and Iwakami Shigehiro; listening carefully, it even had a calming effect on the mind.

As for whether it had any blessing effect, no one could say for sure.

About half an hour later, the rich people ca out of the main hall one by one, then followed the welcoming monk towards the side hall.

The new Abbot, draped in a cassock, was nad Hong Ren.

He was the last to walk out of the main hall, standing on the steps, taking a long breath, feeling sowhat nervous inside.

Because Hong Ren was very aware that compared to taking over the position of Abbot, today's occasion was the most important.

This was related to future long-term developnt, whether he could successfully transfer the contacts established by his senior brother to himself depended on this ti.

It's not to say Hong Ren is that greedy for money, but sotis, one really can't do without these wealthy people.

For example, rebuilding the main hall, re-gilding the statues, these things relying solely on the donations from devotees might take months, or even half a year.

But it's different with wealthy businessn, one move is worth hundreds or thousands of devotees' donations.

The temple's affairs are settled, and the wealthy people gain spiritual comfort; from this perspective, it's a win-win deal.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Hong Ren murmured softly, descended the steps, and was ready to head towards the side hall.

Not in its place, don't seek its policy.

If the duty of an entrepreneur is to let the company develop better and earn more money, then his duty as an Abbot is undoubtedly to let the incense in the temple flourish, that is the primary duty.

"Uncle Master."

Hui Yi approached, saluting.

"Sothing wrong?" Originally calm, Hong Ren's brows imdiately knitted together.

He had an innate dislike for this profit-driven disciple in front of him, who seed nothing like a monk.

Especially this ti, where he opened his mouth and demanded 20% of the total auction profit, making Hong Ren wish to expel these eighteen people from their sect.

"A benefactor wants to see you."

"I have no ti now, let him co in the evening." With a single line, Hong Ren was about to leave.

But as soon as he took two steps, he heard Hui Yi say, "The benefactor wanting to see you holds the Master's pendant."

Hong Ren paused, feeling a bit unsettled in his heart, thought it over, and still decided to return, saying gloomily, "Lead the way."

...

At this mont, Xiao Feng was sitting under a large tree in the backyard, drinking tea.

Surrounding him, seventeen martial monks were talking incessantly, creating a lively scene.

"Brother Feng, have you really flown a helicopter?"

"Brother Feng, tell us about those limited edition supercars, how fast are they? Are they just 'whoosh', speeding past like a flash?"

Xiao Feng took a sip of tea, his face calm, "Not bad, if you co to Jiangcheng with , you can experience it firsthand."

"Really?" The seventeen martial monks said in unison.

Xiao Feng nodded, "Really."

Receiving the confirmation, the seventeen excitedly lit up.

Besides Hui Yi, the senior brother, the rest were just in their early twenties, at an age of curiosity towards all new things.

Especially being raised in such a semi-closed environnt like a temple, they were like birds trapped in a cage, with hearts longing to fly away.

Just as the seventeen of them enthusiastically discussed the outside world, Xiao Feng let out a sigh.

"What's wrong, Brother Feng?" A martial monk with keen observation asked.

Xiao Feng shook his head, sighing again, "I'm feeling sorry for you; it's clear you want to see the outside world..."

Stopping deliberately here, Xiao Feng paused.

"Hmm hmm."

Seventeen bright heads nodded in unison.

Only then did Xiao Feng continue, "Unfortunately, your Senior Brother won't let you go out... What a pity, those limited edition supercars can only be driven in dreams."