"Xuanyang Zhenren, there is a meeting in the city that you need to attend."

“What meeting?”

"Conference on New Year's Eve Dharma Assembly."

"Okay, I'll go there at that time."

He is now a real person. He will contact him as soon as possible if he has any problems with the Municipal Dao Association.

This was the first meeting after his enthronement, and he had to attend no matter how big or small it was.

Zhang Jun and his group donated nearly 100 million yuan together.

Chen Yang did not refuse their kindness.

He would not use the money indiscriminately even if he got it. Basically, all the donations were used to build Lingshan Taoist temples.

Now he is about to build a dojo, but he is indeed short of money.

Although there is still a distance of one billion, this distance is shrinking little by little.

"Is it Xuanyang real person?"

A man who is about thirty years old and looks very calm is coming up the mountain.

Chen Yang said: "It's my dear."

The man said, "Mr. Qin asked me to give Taoist Master Xuanyang something."

"Who is Mr. Qin?"

"Qin Fuyin from Gusu City."

He took out an envelope from his bag and handed it over: "Please check it out by real person Xuanyang. If there is no problem, I will go down the mountain."

Chen Yang was curious, opened the envelope and took out a check from it.

He looked at the numbers on the check and the capital Chinese characters, and couldn't help but be stunned.

One hundred and ten million...

"One hundred million?" He looked at the other person in a daze.

The man said: "This is a donation from Mr. Qin to Lingshan Taoist Temple, but Mr. Qin is busy with his affairs and cannot come in person."

"The check has been handed over to the real person Xuanyang, I'm going down the mountain now."

After saying that, the man left directly.

He knew that Qin Fuyin was not short of money.

But I didn't expect that I was not short of money.

As for why he donated charity money, he simply wanted to make friends with Chen Yang.

But this way of making friends is really special.

He accepted the check.

He talked to Qin Fuyin once and felt good about him and was a friend worth dating.

However, after accepting the money, Qin Fu felt as if he had something to ask for, so he couldn't refuse.

But that's for others.

For Chen Yang, moral standards are the first and the bottom line.

If you exceed this bottom line, even if you owe the other party a favor, he will not help you.

The man had just left, and another man came.

"This is what Mr. Wen wants me to hand it over to you. Please check it out by real person Xuanyang."

Hearing these familiar words and the familiar envelopes handed over by the other party, Chen Yang felt that everything was so familiar.

He asked, "Who is Mr. Wen?"

There are a lot of people with surnames.

"Mr. Wen Donglai."

He opened the envelope, and sure enough, another paper ticket was another one.

No more or less, just 100 million.

He had no idea about Mr. Wen at all. Although the other party attended his banquet, he also sent a gift.

But this does not prevent him from not knowing the other person.

After the banquet, Wen Donglai left directly and had never communicated with him.

At this moment, he sent 100 million directly.

Chen Yang didn't know Wen Donglai, so he didn't plan to collect the money.

"Someone wants to explain the signature." Wen Ziyuan walked over and said.

Chen Yang said oh, "Wait."

Wen Ziyuan asked: "What are you doing?"

Looking down, I saw that I had 100 million, holding the grass!

He grabbed it and said, "The money given by Dao Xie?"

"No." Chen Yang said: "The donation donated by a kind-hearted master named Wen Donglai."

Hearing this name, Wen Ziyuan returned the check directly and said with a cold face: "Don't collect his money."

"You know?"

“Don’t know.”

"Then why can't you accept it?"

"Just listen to me and don't accept it. Don't have anything to do with this person, it will not be good for you."

Chen Yang nodded thoughtfully and said to the man: "Please convey my thanks to Mr. Wen for my behalf. This check has been collected by Lingshan Taoist Temple."

"Okay, I'll tell you."

The man turned around and left.

Wen Ziyuan said: "Didn't you tell you not to accept it?"

"Why don't you charge if you have money? I'm very short of money now, do you know?"

"By the way, you have the same surname as Wen Donglai, what's your relationship?"

"It's okay." Wen Ziyuan left unhappy.

If Wen Ziyuan couldn't come, he would really refuse.

Because of his words, Chen Yang felt that it was okay to collect the money.

What a wave of assists, another 100 million yuan was obtained.

He felt that Wen Ziyuan and Wen Donglai probably had nothing to do with each other.

Otherwise, why would Wen Ziyuan cheat money everywhere for such a rich boss?

After lunch break, the Taoist temple continues to open.

Several middle-aged men went up the mountain and found Chen Yang directly.

"Hello, Xuanyang Zhenren, my name is Wang Changlin, and Wang Jing is my daughter."

"Hello."

"I came here today to congratulate Master Xuanyang on his conferred title. This is my little intention for the Taoist temple. Please do not refuse."

He handed over an envelope, and there was no need to ask, it must be a check inside.

These people seemed to have agreed on a time and went up the mountain to give money on the same day.

Several middle-aged people who went up the mountain with Wang Changlin also took out the envelope and handed it over with a smile.

Chen Yang knew what they meant and did not refuse this kindness.

After they left, they looked at the amount and couldn't help but sigh.

There are really many rich people.

Today, the Taoist temple received 300 million yuan in donations.

This number is the operating income of all Taoist temples in the city for a whole year.

I'm afraid it's more than that.

Chen Yang went down the mountain at half past five.

I went to the bank first and transferred the money from the check into the card.

Then take a bus to the city.
To be continued...