After solving Wu Weimin and other matters, Lin Xiao took Liu Haiming and Ma Yuntao back to Qin Wanqiu's office.
Ma Yuntao had two more bags of tea in his hand, which contained the kind of good tea that cost tens of thousands of yuan per pound.
Wu Weimin originally took this out to honor Lin Xiao, but Lin Xiao didn't like it, so he changed hands and gave it to Ma Yuntao.
However, Ma Yuntao's face was full of joy. Although he was not short of money now, his previous experience made him know the importance of money better than all other great masters.
Seeing Ma Yuntao's happy expression of getting a bargain, Liu Haiming couldn't help but laugh: "Say, Lao Ma, if I remember correctly, you still have at least 30 million lying around in your account, right?"
"You...how did you know? You old guy peeked into my account?!"
Ma Yuntao looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, staring at Liu Haiming.
Seeing his big reaction, Liu Haiming shrugged and said with a smile: "You old guy talks in your sleep for 30 million at night. I can hear it clearly when I sleep next door to you. How could I not know how much more you have?"
money?"
"I'm not telling you, you already have 30 million, but you still treat this little tea as a treasure?"
"Besides, even if you don't want to lose face yourself, aren't you afraid of embarrassing Mr. Lin?"
Hearing this, Ma Yuntao's face turned red and he looked embarrassed.
He never imagined that his great master would talk in his sleep at night, and even Liu Haiming who slept next door could clearly hear it!
The most outrageous thing is that what he talked about in his sleep turned out to be the balance on his account!
Thinking about it now, Ma Yuntao also remembered that he had been dreaming at night recently, always dreaming that he was checking his account balance.
"Ahem... Mr. Lin is so big-hearted, how could he care about these little things? You old guy, stop sowing discord here!"
Ma Yuntao coughed slightly to relieve his embarrassment and said angrily.
Just as the two were bickering, Taoist Master Qingyun snatched the two bags of tea from Ma Yuntao.
After opening the bag and smelling it, Taoist Master Qingyun exclaimed: "What a tea! What a tea! I don't think you're a tea drinker, Old Ma, so you might as well give me this tea."
"It just so happens that the little Taoist priests in my Qingyun Temple haven't tasted this good stuff yet. I'll send it to them later so they can have a try."
Originally, Ma Yuntao wanted to refuse, but after listening to Taoist Master Qingyun, he nodded in agreement.
Except for a few disciples in Qingyun Temple, the rest of the disciples are orphans. They are brought back to Qingyun Temple by Taoist Priest Qingyun every time they meet outside.
These Taoist priests are generally young, but they have suffered more than anyone else.
Ma Yuntao also sympathized with the plight of these little Taoist priests, so naturally he would not be reluctant to part with these two bags of tea.
"Taoist Priest, have you used up all the money you gave to Qingyun Temple?"
At this moment, Lin Xiao, who was talking to Qin Wanqiu, also looked over and asked.
Taoist Priest Qingyun waved his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Lin, that's 500 million!"
"There are only thirty-five people in our Qingyun Temple. How can we spend so much money?"
"What's more, since Zhang Xiuying came to Qingyun Temple, the Zhang family will go to Qingyun Temple every week to bring something to the people of Qingyun Temple or add some facilities to Qingyun Temple."