I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1209 - 833 Cherish the one before you (Happy holidays!)

Chapter 1209: 833 Cherish the one before you (Happy holidays!)

Wonderful, wonderful.

Why don’t you explain?

Just as Shi Qianxi was about to ask further, a young monk suddenly came over.

"Miss Shi, Devotee Meng is looking for you."

Shi Qianxi’s attention was diverted, and she stood up.

"Let’s go."

Jiang Chen said.

Neither of them was a believer in Buddhism; they came for fortune-telling on a whim and didn’t take the so-called results seriously.

As for the one hundred ocean, it’s considered a tribute to the Buddha for today’s incense money.

Just as Jiang Chen and Shi Qianxi were about to leave, the young monk raised his hand in a respectful salutation towards the fortune-telling monk and called out, "Master Hong Fa."

Jiang Chen’s face showed surprise as he took another look at the smiling fortune-telling monk.

Although he didn’t understand the Way or know Buddhism, he still had the basic common sense to make something out.

Hong Hai.

Hong Fa.

Both are of the "Hong" generation.

Which means, this fortune-telling monk is likely to be of the same generation as the abbot before, presumably brothers in the Dharma.

In other words, he could be considered a high monk.

No wonder the charge was so expensive.

Noticing Jiang Chen’s attention, the fortune-telling monk, without any air of grandeur, smiled slyly at him and leisurely put the fortune sticks, yet to be read or only half-read, back into the canister.

Making money is really easy.

The two followed the young monk and left.

After the fortune-telling monk of the same generation as the abbot arranged the sticks back into the canister, he smiled amiably at the devotees gathered around him, "Which devotee wants to have their fortune told? It’s guaranteed to be accurate and deceive neither the young nor old."

The Hall of the Five Senses.

That is, the dining hall.

"Who in the world knows that rice makes the meal? Behold the Buddha above, he simply knows the field that springs from the heart."

Jiang Chen read the couplet carved onto the colonnade.

Seemingly plain and simple, yet it seems to provoke deep thought.

This must be the so-called ’great truth in simplicity.’

"Devotee Meng is waiting inside for both of you."

After a bow, the guide, the young monk, left.

Jiang Chen was about to enter the dining hall when he found Shi Qianxi hesitating and not moving forward.

"Come on."

He urged.

"I’m not accustomed to vegetarian meals."

Talk about being pampered.

Jiang Chen then joked, "Aunt Meng is a big benefactor here; ask them to cook something special for you."

Shi Qianxi pointed to the sky and said, "Be careful or the Buddha might strike you down with lightning."

"Fine, I’ll go in and have a seat."

Jiang Chen did not force her and turned to walk into the dining hall alone.

Devotees were sitting in twos and threes, eating, along with the monks from the temple.

"Aunt Meng."

Jiang Chen walked towards Meng Meiling, who sat in a quiet corner.

Even as a major benefactor of the temple, she received no special treatment—just a simple meal of clear soup and steamed buns. No wonder Shi Qianxi was reluctant to come in.

"She said she’s not used to the vegetarian food."

Jiang Chen explained.

Meng Meiling wasn’t surprised, or perhaps she had expected this, and nodded calmly, "Sit."

Jiang Chen sat down.

"Have you ever had a vegetarian meal before?"

Meng Meiling inquired.

Jiang Chen didn’t try to flatter her. Looking at the meal on the table that indeed made it difficult to feel appetite, he shook his head honestly, "No."

"If you’re not used to it, no need to force yourself."

"Aunt Meng, I am not like Qian Qian."

As he spoke, Jiang Chen picked up the chopsticks and bit into the steamed bun.

Meng Meiling observed this young man who was at ease with his circumstances.

"This must be our second time sitting down to eat alone together, right?"

Jiang Chen was polite, waiting until he had chewed and swallowed the food before nodding with a smile, "Aunt Meng has a good memory."

What’s called being open-minded.

The first time the two sat down to eat alone, the atmosphere was not as harmonious as now.

At that time, in the eyes of the matriarch of Jinhai Industry, Jiang Chen was merely a country bumpkin they tried to send away with a bank card. Unlike other youngsters who would have slammed the table and stormed off, or angrily protested their poor treatment, Jiang Chen accepted the offer calmly.

Of course, that money eventually ended up in Miss Shi’s hands.

Looking back, that memory added some flavor to this vegetarian meal. Meng Meiling also picked up her chopsticks, and in a low voice while eating the insipid food that most found hard to swallow, asked, "Was it Qian Qian who caused your foot injury?"

Jiang Chen didn’t plan to fool her and smiled wryly.

"It was a bit of a hassle."

The matriarch of Jin Hai offered a word of consolation.

It was intriguing and rather amusing.

"Has she been encountering any troubles with her business lately?"

Jiang Chen ventured to ask.

Last time at the hospital, something seemed off about her.

"Do you think she would worry about business matters?"

Meng Meiling’s counter-question left Jiang Chen speechless.

No one knows a daughter like her mother.

Without true familiarity, such words wouldn’t be spoken.

Jiang Chen lowered his head to eat, not continuing the topic.

If it wasn’t business, what else could it be?

Personal life?

That lady probably lacked nothing; the only possibility left was love.

"Is Miss Lan currently running Great Wall now?"

Meng Meiling’s topic shift was quite sudden.

Not being able to gauge the thoughts of someone with her stature, Jiang Chen just nodded factually.

"The newly launched Great Wall Special Delivery, whose idea was it?"

"It was my suggestion."

Jiang Chen looked up, making eye contact politely, "Aunt Meng, don’t worry, I’ll take care of the operating capital for the online delivery division."

"Do you think I’m discussing who’s funding the issue with you? Jin Hai is Qian Qian’s responsibility now; if we were really to discuss this issue, she should be the one to talk."

Jiang Chen stopped mid-sentence, unable to fathom her thoughts.

Meng Meiling kept her head down, eating the vegetarian meal that many found distasteful, yet her demeanor was content.

"Aunt Meng, regarding the establishment of Great Wall Special Delivery, I’ve also discussed it with Qian Qian."