Fortunately, a government employee noticed something was amiss and came over to ask what was wrong.
"Mayor Guo, who is this?"
The newly appointed mayor then realized what was happening and hurriedly shouted to the crowd.
"Fellow villagers, fellow villagers, please be quiet!"
"This is our distinguished guest, Mr. Hua!"
"The schools, nursing homes, and orphanages in our area were all built for us free of charge by this gentleman!"
Upon hearing Mayor Guo's address, the crowd fell silent for a few seconds before erupting into thunderous applause that lasted for a long time.
Although this Mr. Hua is a big shot, he is exceptionally low-key in his dealings with others.
He pulled the young monk beside him and together they bowed deeply to the enthusiastic townspeople.
"I'm sorry for causing everyone trouble."
Mr. Hua's actions silenced the crowd once again.
After a moment, the townspeople chimed in, "No trouble at all, no trouble at all!"
"We're overjoyed that you could come, it's no trouble at all!"
Some busybodies even shouted, "Mayor, you must treat Mr. Hua well today!"
"Eat and drink without worry, use public funds as you please!"
"As long as it's for entertaining the gentleman, we won't sue you no matter how much it costs!"
"If public funds aren't enough, we'll all chip in!"
"In short, we absolutely cannot neglect the gentleman!!"
As soon as this person finished speaking, the others immediately echoed, "That's right!"
"Sir, you are a great man, a benefactor to all of us!"
"It's a rare occasion for a gentleman to come here. If we don't treat him well, would we even be human?!"
......
This mysterious Mr. Hua was so beloved by the townspeople that even after he left, the crowds who came to welcome him lingered for a long time.
Even the big yellow dog and his puppies.
This sight made Zhao Youliang even more curious, so he quietly asked Yingchun, who was standing next to him.
"Sister, this gentleman..."
Sister-in-law Yingchun seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and immediately smiled and spoke.
"You don't know, Mr. Hua is not only helping us build schools and nursing homes, but he is also a miracle doctor!"
"An absolute miracle doctor!"
"I heard from the old man that when he came here more than 20 years ago, he saved the lives of many people in our town!"
"And they never charge for their medical treatment!"
"If you say we don't welcome people like that, then what kind of people do we welcome!"
"Oh, I see!" Zhao Youliang nodded repeatedly as he listened.
After Sister Yingchun finished speaking, Xiao Li, who had somehow gotten close to her, continued to speak.
“Let me put it this way: what if this Mr. Hua says he’s rebelling and wants our help?”
"Two-thirds of the people in our town will have to follow him immediately!"
......
At this moment, Mr. Hua, whom Zhao Youliang had mentioned, politely declined the invitations to eat from the town mayor and the enthusiastic residents, and took the little monk with him to the school he had invested in.
In the most inconspicuous corner of the campus, there is a two-story building, which is where Mr. Hua stayed.
The small building was built for Mr. Hua by the town's residents after the school was completed, with the aim of encouraging him to come back and visit often.
When I come back, I'll have a home to stay in.
Therefore, even though the gentleman hadn't returned for over twenty years, the small building was still cleaned every day.
They cleaned meticulously, for fear of getting any dust on their hands.
The plaque on the small building, which is said to have been written by the chairman of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles, is called "Untainted by Dust".
In the study on the second floor, the master was drinking tea while speaking to the young monk beside him.
"Wuxin, we haven't been back for twenty years. You must have been homesick for a long time, right?"
The incredibly cute little monk nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I've been thinking about it for a long time."
"Although monks consider the whole world their home, I miss this little temple."
At this point, the little guy suddenly stopped and looked at "sir" with a slightly embarrassed expression.
"But wherever my brother is, that's where Wuxin's home is."
Upon hearing this, the gentleman affectionately ruffled the little guy's bald head.
Just then, a soft knock sounded on the door, and an old man walked in.
Although the old man had a dignified demeanor, he always gave people a cynical feeling, just like an old rascal in a movie.
However, this old rascal clearly respected the gentleman greatly, and in his presence he was more like a loyal old servant.
If Zhao Youliang were to see the "Old Rascal" now, he would definitely start cursing him.
"Hey you old bastard, why did you trick me into coming to this wretched paper-making shop!"
"You're deliberately trying to harm me!"
That's right, this eccentric old man is none other than the mysterious owner of the paper-making shop.
However, when "tricking" Zhao Youliang into coming, he disguised himself as a seasoned Taoist priest.
The old man walked to the desk and said softly, "Sir, the tea is cold. Would you like me to brew you another pot?"
The gentleman looked at the "old rascal" with a helpless expression: "I've said it several times, Senior Mo Huang, you don't need to be so polite with me."
"I know you've got a big plan in mind, and you want to go visit him."
"Go, just remember that we must not get involved in any cause and effect."
"You don't want to be taken back to the ancestral land and never be able to come out again, do you?"
The old rascal, whose thoughts had been seen through by his master, blushed deeply, a rare occurrence for him.
"Don't worry, sir, I know the rules."
"I will never meddle in other people's business and will not get involved in any cause and effect."
"If you have no other instructions, this old man will go find the grand plan."
The man smiled and said, "Go ahead."
After the old rascal left, the little monk obediently spoke.
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