mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 569 The Responsibilities of the Abbot

Zhen Jinghan was naturally able to notice such an obvious abnormality, and immediately said strangely: "That person just now was Bi Junxian, right? Why did he look at you like that?"

After asking the question, Xiao Feng and Zhao Guoan's eyes wandered back and forth.

Zhao Guoan stood up and explained what happened angrily.

Zhen Jinghan suddenly said, "That's right."

Xiao Feng frowned, feeling something was wrong, and asked, "Is Bi Junxian famous?"

"That's right, sister Jinghan, how do you know this kind of person?" The little girl asked curiously.

Zhen Jinghan thought for a while, and said: "Bi Junxian's father is Bi Quan, and his family runs a film and television company. He made many documentaries in the early years, and almost all of them won professional awards. At the peak, he was nominated many times. Oscar.

However, in recent years, there have been no works published, and the transformation is in the direction of entertainment. Although it is not smooth, but with Bi Quan's reputation and the contacts accumulated over the years, as long as the word of mouth is established, the problem should not be big .

This time, it is estimated that Bi Quan is also thinking about the company partly. "

After a pause, Zhen Jinghan hesitated to speak, "However, Bi Junxian, what should I say..."

Zhao Guoan urged: "Speak directly, there are no outsiders here."

Zhen Jinghan nodded, and said: "It is said that Bi Junxian likes the artists in the unspoken rules company, and he is a male artist. After getting people drunk, he often takes the opportunity to take pictures and blackmail them.

I heard a senior comment that Bi Junxian is much better than some prodigal rich second generations.

Because the prodigal rich second generation only knows how to spend money and has no ability to make money, but Bi Junxian is different. Even if his father's company goes bankrupt, the photos in his hand are enough to guarantee him a happy life for the rest of his life. "

Xiao Feng and the others looked at each other in blank dismay, hearing what Zhen Jinghan said, it seemed that there was some truth to it.

After all, the importance of fame to the vast majority of people should not be explained too much.

Once the reputation is bad, it is not so easy to restore it.

"Old Zhao, don't you think Bi Junxian wants to ask you to make a movie?" Xiao Feng asked with strange eyes.

"..." Zhao Guoan.

Zhen Jinghan glanced in the direction of the main hall, and said with a serious expression: "Anyway, Bi Junxian is very vengeful, so it's better to be more careful."

Xiao Feng nodded slowly, since he can't be kind, let's see whose wrist is stronger.

At this time, Huiyi and others who had closed the temple gate came over.

"Speak to your manager later, I have something to talk to him alone." Xiao Feng said.

Huiyi pretended not to understand: "What's in charge?"

"He is your new abbot."

"You're looking for him to..."

Xiao Feng smiled ambiguously, and answered the wrong question: "You should also get some benefits from this auction, right?"

"The benefactor's words are wrong. We monks, how can we be greedy for worldly things like gold and silver." Hui Yi said righteously.

Xiao Feng naturally wouldn't believe these words, but he didn't bother to argue with the other party, so he directly showed the pendant and said, "Let the new abbot talk to me."

"..." Huiyi.

After being depressed for a long time, Huiyi nodded and agreed.

The sound of chanting came from the hall, and the rich and powerful in the hall sat on the futons one by one, with pious expressions on their faces.

The sound of chanting this time is obviously much more harmonious than the last time when the eighteen monks "delivered" Fujiwara Keiaki and Inagaki Shio. Listening carefully, it also has a calming effect.

As for whether it has the effect of praying for blessings, no one can say for sure.

About half an hour later, the rich came out of the main hall one by one, and then walked towards the side hall under the leadership of the monk in charge of reception.

The new abbot in cassock is named Hongren.

He was the last one to walk out of the hall, stood on the steps and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little nervous in his heart.

Because Hongren knew very well that today's occasion was the most important thing compared to taking over the position of abbot.

This is related to the long-term development in the future. It depends on this time whether you can smoothly transfer the personal connections established by the seniors to your own hands.

This is not to say that Hong Ren is really greedy for money to this extent, but that sometimes, he really cannot do without these rich people.

For example, to renovate the main hall and reshape the golden body of the Buddha statue, it may take several months or even half a year to rely solely on the donations of pilgrims.

But the rich people who run large companies are different, they can get hundreds of thousands of pilgrims to donate with a single move.

The things in the temple are done, and the rich also get a spiritual comfort. From this perspective, it can be regarded as a win-win business.

"Amitabha!"

Hongren murmured in a low voice, went down the steps, and was about to walk towards the side hall.

Not in his place, not seeking his government.

If the duty of an entrepreneur is to make the enterprise develop better and make more money, then the duty of the abbot is undoubtedly to make the incense in the temple more vigorous, which is the first priority.

"Uncle Master."

Huiyi stepped forward and saluted.

"What's the matter?" Hongren's originally flat brows frowned all of a sudden.

He was disgusted from the bottom of his heart by this nephew who was useless and didn't look like a monk at all.

Especially this time, the lion opened his mouth, asking for 20.00% of the total profit of the auction, which made Hong Ren wish to expel these eighteen people directly.

"A benefactor wants to see you."

"I don't have time now, let him come back in the evening." After saying that, Hong Ren was about to leave.

As a result, as soon as he took two steps, Huiyi said: "The benefactor who wants to see you is the one who holds the master pendant."

Hongren paused, and couldn't help muttering in his heart. After thinking about it, he still walked back and said in a muffled voice, "Lead the way."

……

At this time, Xiao Feng was sitting and drinking tea under the big tree in the backyard.

Beside him, seventeen monks surrounded him, talking in a hurry, looking very lively.

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

"Brother Feng, let's talk about the limited edition supercar. How's the speed? Isn't it a "whoosh" and it's fast?"

Xiao Feng took a sip of tea, and said calmly, "It's okay, if you go to Jiangcheng with me, you can experience it yourself."

"Really?" Seventeen monks said in unison.

Xiao Feng nodded: "Really."

After getting an affirmative answer, the eyes of the 17 people suddenly became excited.

Except for Hui Yi, the big brother, the rest of them are only in their early twenties, which is the age when they are full of curiosity about all new things.

Especially growing up in a semi-enclosed environment like the temple, like a bird trapped in a cage, the heart has already flown to the sky.

Just as the 17 people were discussing life outside, Xiao Feng sighed.

"What's the matter, Brother Feng?" A monk asked with insight.

Xiao Feng shook his head, sighed again, and said: "I feel sorry for you, I can see that you want to go out and see the outside world..."

Having said this, Xiao Feng deliberately stopped.

"Uh-huh."

Seventeen gleaming heads nodded in unison.

Only then did Xiao Feng continue: "Unfortunately, your senior brother won't let you go out... What a pity, the limited-edition supercar can only be driven in a dream."

(End of this chapter)