Chapter 82: Ye Old Master gives Lin Meng a ten-million meeting gift, hoping to invest early in the elixir

Lin Meng extended her mental power into the second space, tentatively contacting Ye Fan, but got no response.

It seems Ye Fan is still in closed-door cultivation; we'll talk about the medicinal materials after he comes out.

Cultivators often go into closed-door cultivation; measured in days, those are short periods—they often shut themselves away for years, decades, even centuries.

Fortunately Ye Fan has just started cultivation; he couldn't possibly stay in seclusion that long.

If this second space of hers were linked to a cultivator of higher realm, given her short lifespan of merely a few decades, she might manage to exchange a few words.

At that moment, Ye Chenjing and Ye Old Master walked in one after another.

The grandfather and grandson were in tacit understanding; neither asked Lin Meng about the origin of those medicinal materials.

The medicinal materials that the people of the Chinese Medicine Association cannot obtain by any means or channel—up to a point, no one cares about their true source anymore.

Those four people just now, both openly and secretly, had repeatedly asked Ye Chenjing about the owner behind the medicinal materials and their source, but Ye Chenjing only gave them one sentence:

Ask too much, and buying becomes impossible.

Just that sentence made the four old fellows obediently shut their mouths.

Ye Chenjing handed the brand-new black gold card in his hand to Lin Meng and said:

"I went ahead and got you an unlimited black gold card; besides the 350 million yuan profit from all the medicinal materials, there's an extra 10 million from our Ye family."

Lin Meng's hand paused as she took the black gold card; she lifted her head, frowned, and said:

"You helped me handle those medicinal materials without taking my money, and even gave me an extra ten million? What's the meaning of this?"

Even if the Ye family is rich, they shouldn't be so extravagant, right?

She suddenly thought of something.

"If it's because of that pill, then I can't accept this ten million; I only want ten million for the Jade Marrow Pill—any more and I wouldn't be able to enjoy it."

Not only would I not be able to enjoy it, I might even lose my life.

Lin Meng could absolutely not contend with that mysterious force of law; excessive greed would only bring her disaster.

Ye Chenjing looked at the old man beside him, and Ye Old Master hurriedly smiled and explained to Lin Meng:

"Lin lass, don't rush to refuse; this ten million is my meeting gift to you, old man that I am—although it's a bit late, I just hope that if you ever have such pills again, you'll think of our Ye family first."

"Of course, I'll also pay for the pills' price; I'll never let you suffer a loss."

Ye Old Master spoke earnestly; he had truly felt the power of that Jade Marrow Pill, so he wanted to invest early.

You know, those wealthy and powerful old fellows, each month they go to Daoist temples seeking medicine, squandering at least thousands of gold, and though those pills are nothing special, they hype them up as heavenly treasures unmatched on earth.

If they knew how good the pills in Lin Meng's hands are, Ye Old Master dares guarantee they could be hyped to astronomical prices.

The price is up to Lin Meng to decide; he'd have no objection no matter how much she asks.

He fears that rarity drives value—once the pills become scarce, he wouldn't want to miss the chance to secure an early advantage.

Lin Meng hesitated whether to take it, but saw Ye Chenjing had already stuffed the black gold card completely into her pocket.

"Take it; if you don't accept the money, Old Master will probably lose sleep."

Ye Old Master nodded repeatedly: "Exactly, exactly, lass, just take it; ten million isn't much—consider it pocket money, go buy something you like, like putting down roots in Jing Shi and buying a set of rooms."

Lin Meng curled the corner of her mouth; she really felt moved by what Ye Old Master said.

No wonder having money makes revenge spending easy; her heart really is itching, with an urge to rush straight to the sales office and buy a building.

She accepted the money, but the pills lying in her space, Lin Meng temporarily did not take them out.

There were only two Jade Marrow Pills total; she and the old master each took one, so they're gone.

The remaining five kinds of pills—Complexion Pill and Avoid Grain Pill, the old master certainly wouldn't use; not to mention the Marrow Washing Pill, she herself doesn't dare to take it temporarily, and the old master's physique probably couldn't endure even a minute.

The Return Spring Pill is a holy product for treating external injuries; she must keep it just in case.

What's left then is only the Longevity Pill.

But this pill that can increase lifespan—just hearing about it sounds heaven-defying; if she took it out now, she really fears they'd seize her as a monster.

Such a divine means of prolonging lifespan is better kept hidden for now.

After Lin Meng thanked Ye Old Master and Ye Chenjing, she hurriedly bade farewell.

As soon as she left, Ye Old Master couldn't help but sigh.

"The Lin family really seems extraordinary; my grandfather mentioned when I was young that they would produce a remarkable figure someday, and it appears true."

Ye Old Master, at this moment, recalling his grandfather's warnings and advice from back then, couldn't help but think of Lin Meng in that regard.

He then glanced at his outstanding eldest grandson, pondered, and said:

"Grandfather regrets a bit; that lass came that day to break off the engagement—I shouldn't have agreed. But saying this now is useless; she's a strong-willed child, you should treat her as well as possible—even if she never becomes our Ye family's daughter-in-law, don't force it, but you must never let her be bullied."

At this point, Ye Old Master already regarded Lin Meng as his own granddaughter.

As for his earlier idea of having his grandson spare no effort to marry into that family, he no longer dares to entertain it.

He looks favorably upon and appreciates Lin Meng, sincerely hoping this lass can be happy.

That premise can only be respect—we must respect the other's wishes.

They've already called off the childhood engagement, clearly disliking arranged marriages.

Male-female affection isn't controllable by humans; he himself went through youth, so he knows young people's thoughts.

Ye Chenjing watched Lin Meng drive the big G disappear from sight, his eyes flickering with light; no one knows what he's thinking.

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Lin Meng drove without returning directly to the hotel, but went to the most famous Chinese medicine shop in Jing Shi.

The medicinal materials in those chain stores are all the most common; occasionally a genuine precious variety appears, but it's only sold privately, never displayed on the counter, where people pick over it as ordinary goods.

Only those obscure-looking, privately run medicinal material shops can provide truly rare medicinal materials.

On the quiet, deserted Ancient Chinese Medicine Street, hardly any pedestrians can be seen.

Both sides of the street are lined with seemingly low-key medicinal material shops and Chinese medicine clinics.

Being a dead-end road, usually few people come in.

Those who occasionally wander the street are also all unfamiliar outsiders.

Lin Meng parked her car, glanced at the layout on both sides, casually picked a medicinal materials shop and walked in.

The shop name had an antique air, called Imperial Medicine Pavilion, and the interior decoration was also antiquated, full of charm.

As soon as Lin Meng stepped inside, she saw a familiar figure.

Especially the large basket on that person's back—Lin Meng found it extremely familiar; isn't that hers?

What is the Yellow Divine Doctor up to? Could it be that he intends to resell the snow lotus here for a profit?

Upon further thought, Lin Meng felt it impossible.

Back then, the Yellow Divine Doctor's gaze upon the snow lotus was utterly devoted; a divine doctor who so cherishes medicinal materials would hardly become a scalper.