"Really? That's great! I'll take them all, I have the money," someone nearby said happily.
Perhaps because he was so surprised, the person didn't control his volume properly, causing everyone around to turn around and look.
Zheng Quchi and the others also heard the commotion.
Across from them was another gray-robed monk making a sales pitch. He put his hands together and said, "I'm afraid that won't work. The rules of the event stipulate that each person can donate a maximum of five coins, and each additional coin will multiply the amount several times over. For example, one Spring Reward Silver Coin will earn you ten taels of silver ingots, the second coin will earn you ten gold coins, the third coin will earn you one hundred gold coins, and so on for the fourth coin."
Zheng Quchi pricked up her ears to inquire, and after hearing what she heard, her eyes widened.
Good heavens, organizing an expo like this is incredibly profitable!
They can make a fortune just by selling these "Spring Reward Silver Coins." It has to be said that the abbot of Wujue Temple has definitely chosen the wrong profession. If he had gone into business, he would have become incredibly wealthy.
Mu Gaoyi and his men were dumbfounded. Their eagerness to get money and do things for money had completely vanished.
Not only did they think this way, but others did too. This "sky-high price" stopped the craftsmen from buying "spring reward silver coins" on a large scale, and subsequently disrupted the normal voting results.
After all, who would be so foolish as to spend a thousand gold coins to buy five "Spring Reward Silver Coins" at once? At most... only one or two.
The person who had been boasting about his wealth was also taken aback: "This...this is so expensive?!"
The slightly plump gray-robed monk was professionally trained, and he immediately delivered a prepared speech: "Not expensive at all. Buddhism emphasizes the concept of fate. Those who are destined to receive it will find it to be well worth the price. So, this wealthy benefactor, are you planning to take all five Spring Reward Silver Coins?"
The man started sweating profusely: "No, no, no, I... I don't need that many. Let me leave some for others. Let me think... how about I take three... no, two?"
Two "Spring Reward Silver Coins" cost ten gold coins. This person did not expect them to be so expensive. What made him grit his teeth and buy two "Spring Reward Silver Coins"? It was that damned desire to save face!
Now let's talk about what ten taels of silver means. In the Ye Kingdom, an ordinary family would not need more than ten taels of silver a year. If they were even more frugal and grew their own grain and raised chickens and ducks, they would not need a single tael of silver.
Ten gold coins could almost cover the lifetime expenses of a poor family.
The fat, grey-robed monk smiled and said regretfully, "It seems you are not the one destined for this place."
The conversation over there came to a temporary end, and Zheng Quchi withdrew her gaze. She suddenly remembered how Yuwen Sheng had been so extravagant as to casually compensate someone with a gold coin.
She immediately became alert, took small steps closer to him, and whispered a reminder: "This Wujue Temple is a money-devouring beast, with traps everywhere. We must be careful with our purses and make sure it doesn't empty them."
She's here to make money, not to spend it, so she will never spend a single penny!
Seeing her greedy little expression, Yuwen Sheng didn't feel ashamed of being stingy; instead, he found it adorable and couldn't help but smile.
"Yes, madam, I'll do as you say."
He spoke those words with a gentle, smiling tone, soft and low, yet they felt like a warm breeze caressing her earlobe, making her ears burn.
"Don't let anyone hear." She glanced around nervously.
Wei Yao and the others had exceptional eyesight. When they saw that the lady wanted to get close to the general, they immediately ordered everyone to turn away and not peek.
So, they glanced at them out of the corner of their eyes and saw that the general and Aqing seemed to be standing quite close, but they didn't know what they were doing or what they were saying.
Ah Qing, I never expected you to have gotten on the general's good side so quickly.
Mu Gaoyi and Shi Hetong were both excited and thrilled at the moment, and they couldn't tell anyone else.
Of course, they didn't think much of it. With two men together, one a fierce and powerful general and the other a manly young man, how could they possibly have any misunderstandings?
Suddenly, Zheng Quchi looked at the gray-robed monk who had been quiet all along and thought of something: "Master, how should we tip for each of the artworks displayed here? Can we tip five spring reward coins at once?"
"Of course not, how could you think that?" The master was also surprised.
Zheng Quchi took a deep breath and clicked his tongue: "I knew it."
The grey-robed monk observed her gently, then suddenly conceived the idea of recruiting her. He said, "Benefactor, this humble monk has discovered that you have an affinity with Buddhism and a deep-rooted wisdom. Perhaps..."
"Not as good as what?" Yuwen Sheng stepped forward, blocking Zheng Quchi, and smiled at the gray-robed monk.
The gray-robed monk was half a head shorter than Yuwen Sheng. When they met his eyes, it was as if they were being stared at by a terrifying beast's gaze, and the hair on their bodies stood on end.
The blindfolded young man who had been standing to the side earlier was unassuming and appeared gentle and harmless, except for his stunningly handsome appearance.
But now he realizes he misjudged the situation.
Just now, he seemed to see an endless sea of blood and a hellish realm in the other person.
"No, it's nothing. You are welcome to visit here. The Jichun Craftsmen's Meeting will begin at noon. I will take my leave now."
His previously lingering expression turned into a hasty departure.
Zheng Quchi finally realized the benefits of having a "living Yama" by his side.
"Well done! These people from Wujue Temple are too arrogant. They think they can control everyone. If they try to extort money from us in any other way, just glare at them, glare at them hard, scare them to death!"
Zheng Quchi gestured with his fist at the fleeing gray-robed monk.
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