Chapter 20: I Actually Wanted to Refuse, But He Offered Too Much

Inside the gourmet shop

"Miss, may I ask—are you short on cash?"

Yue Buqun gazed at Yang Xue with shining eyes, his face flushed with quiet excitement.

After coming to this shop so many times, he'd finally encountered someone who entered but didn't order.

Instantly, Yue Buqun had an idea.

"Hmph, you're the pauper, your whole family's paupers!"

She was already furious, and now Yue Buqun had the audacity to mock her for being unable to afford a meal.

Yang Xue's fiery temper flared instantly.

If she weren't reluctant to use her privileges, she'd have arrested Yue Buqun right now.

"Cough, cough, Miss, I spoke out of turn!"

Seeing how strongly his single remark had provoked her, Yue Buqun was now certain.

She definitely had no money—couldn't afford to eat.

He'd just struck a raw nerve, which explained her outburst.

But right now, that wasn't the urgent matter.

"I merely wish to ask you for a favor!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Yue Buqun glanced at Zhang Sanfeng, Monk Xuanji, and others—he needed to settle this quickly.

"I'm willing to pay thirty taels of gold for your portion!"

With one move, Yue Buqun went all out, doubling the dish's price outright.

To convince Yang Xue, he unhesitatingly pulled out gold leaves and placed them before her.

It was the only option left.

After all, the Immortals' shop rule states: only one portion per person per day.

The moment he steps out of this shop, he'll return to his own world.

Even if he wanted to buy someone else's portion, he couldn't find anyone!

Now, Yang Xue and Jiang He had given Yue Buqun hope.

Perfect—they were paupers; his chance had arrived.

She'd originally thought Yue Buqun was trying to lure her into ordering.

But seeing the gold leaves laid before her, Yang Xue was stunned speechless.

What was going on?

Why was this not how she imagined it?

Shouldn't Yue Buqun have first refused to pay, tricked her into ordering,

then fled after she'd ordered?

Then, when the exorbitant dish arrived, she'd have no proof and be forced to swallow the loss silently?

Why wasn't the script following this pattern?

For a moment, Yang Xue was dumbfounded.

Seeing Yang Xue remain unmoved, Yue Buqun gritted his teeth.

"Miss, I know thirty taels is too low. Fine—I'll offer three hundred taels of gold!"

From thirty taels, Yue Buqun raised his bid tenfold!

Compared to mere gold, fifteen years of internal energy cultivation was far too tempting.

Money lost can always be earned again.

But if you miss fifteen years of internal energy, it's gone forever!

Hearing Yue Buqun suddenly raise his offer tenfold, Yang Xue was stunned again.

This, this tactic makes no sense at all!

How could the price jump tenfold just because she paused for a second?

"Heh, three hundred taels of gold? That's far too cheap."

While Yang Xue was still stunned, Song Yuanqiao, having finished his own meal, also noticed Yue Buqun's attempt to buy another's portion.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao's eyes lit up instantly.

"Miss, I'll offer six hundred taels of gold!"

As the acting patriarch of Wu Dangpai, Song Yuanqiao waved his hand and doubled Yue Buqin's price.

Six hundred taels of gold? Wu Dangpai could easily afford it.

Besides, the extra portions could be taken back for his fellow disciples to taste.

Yang Xue, who had just been shocked by three hundred taels, was now utterly speechless at Song Yuanqiao's six hundred taels.

She'd assumed Song Yuanqiao and the others were actors—but seeing the gold ingots they produced, she was dumbfounded.

Aren't these people just stooges?

Why do they casually pull out gold ingots like this?

That's six hundred taels of gold—equivalent to over eighteen million!

Good heavens, is this world insane?

Someone is spending over eighteen million for a single plate of egg fried rice?

Is egg fried rice made of gold?

Even with her own considerable status, Yang Xue was left speechless by this situation.

"Amitabha, Miss, this old monk offers one thousand taels of gold!"

Just as Yue Buqun and Song Yuanqiao were vying, Abbot Xuan Ci on the other side clasped his hands and spoke a word.

At the same time, he could not help but look at Zhang Sanfeng and Yue Buqun with a smile on his face.

Regardless of which sect these two belonged to.

Among the Wu Lin of this world, since ancient times, the wealthiest has been their Shaolin Temple!

In terms of gold, in terms of financial power, who has their Shaolin ever feared!

Damn, this bald monk has no martial ethics!

Hearing the Shaolin bald monk's bid, Yue Buqun surrendered first.

He had only just looted one hundred thousand taels of silver from the Qingcheng Sect, which was worth merely ten thousand taels of gold.

This Shaolin bald monk, bidding one thousand taels of gold at a time, how the hell is one supposed to play this?

If he continued to bid, he feared his ten thousand taels of gold would not even last for a few meals.

His gaze swept up and down over Abbot Xuan Ci, yet Yue Buqun secretly noted it in his heart.

So this Shaolin bald monk is so rich!

Just wait; I'll find a chance to go back and level your Shaolin!

Thinking viciously in his heart, Yue Buqun wore a smile on his face.

"Since the master desires it, I shall grant you your wish!"

Cursing his mother's ass in his heart, Yue Buqun still put on the appearance of a gentleman yielding the prize.

After all, he was the famous Gentleman Sword!

With Yue Buquan giving up, Abbot Xuan Ci's gaze immediately turned to Zhang Sanfeng.

The latter, at this moment, also furrowed his brows slightly.

A mere one thousand taels of gold; their Wu Dangpai could naturally afford it.

However, Zhang Sanfeng was very clear about the Shaolin bald monk's wealth.

Continuing to bid like this would consume far too much.

It would be somewhat not worth the gain.

"Enough!"

Speaking lightly, Song Yuanqiao also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He truly feared that if his master continued bidding, they would end up in a predicament from which there was no escape, which would be troublesome.

"Amitabha, thank you both for your cooperation!"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao both give up, Abbot Xuan Ci revealed a joyful smile on his face.

This time, he had made a huge profit.

He could actually get an extra portion of egg fried rice and a braised egg.

This way, he could pack an extra portion to take back.

As for the thousand taels of gold, Abbot Xuan Ci did not place it in his heart at all.

Have you not seen that the golden body of the Buddha in our Buddhist sect is made of gold?

Would our Shaolin be short of money? Are you joking?

Having settled Yue Buqun and Zhang Sanfeng, Abbot Xuan Ci rose directly and placed the Golden Dingzi before Yang Xue.

Without waiting for the other party to react, he went directly to find Su Mu to pack a portion to take away.

Only after the figures of Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji disappeared at the doorway did Yang Xue finally react.

Picking up the Golden Dingzi before her, Yang Xue felt as if she were dreaming.

The development of events was not supposed to be like this!

She actually wanted to refuse!

It was just that the other party gave far too much, and far too fast!

She was stunned and had not yet reacted!