So privately, these wealthy people made even more aggressive bids.
Mr. Tang’s Blue Bird has already sold for 80 million.
Mr. Sun’s Meitun Yuehai has already sold 50 million.
The one who felt the most uncomfortable was Old Man Pan, who was being pulled by the abbot of Lingquan Temple.
It is said that the Maitreya Buddha has a connection with me, and I hope that Mr. Pan will donate it to the temple.
Mr. Pan will be a distinguished guest of Buddhism and will be able to enjoy free food and accommodation no matter which temple he visits in the country.
They would also set up a longevity tablet for Mr. Pan in the temple, chant scriptures every day, and enjoy the incense.
Mr. Pan is not a fanatical believer, but he also knows that Buddhism cannot be offended.
He definitely wouldn't be willing to donate for free.
"Master Su Yuan, how about this? If I can cultivate a seedling, we can talk about it later."
There is no way this mother plant can be donated to a temple.
When there are more seed plants in the future, I can consider it.
With such good conditions in Huaxi Village, he is still very confident in cultivating the same seed plants.
"Well, okay."
"Donor Pan, how long do you estimate it will take to cultivate orchid seedlings?"
Master Su Yuan thought about it and felt that what Mr. Pan said made sense.
It is indeed unrealistic to ask people to donate such a flower to a temple.
"It's estimated to take about half a year. Master, you can come to Huaxi to see me next summer."
"Okay, then I'll trouble you, Mr. Pan."
"I'm so sorry for being so abrupt just now. This is a string of Buddhist beads that I wear all year round."
"I'm giving it to Mr. Pan today. I hope Mr. Pan won't mind."
As Master Su Yuan spoke, he took off a string of shiny Buddhist beads from his wrist and handed them to Grandpa Pan with both hands.
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