Yuelin went to find the account book, but Chen Yang was not idle either. He asked all their bills to be taken over and read them one by one.

The bills of several people added up to nearly three million.

Especially that man owed the most money, two million.

But now he doesn't even have a hundred thousand yuan in his whole body.

He also borrowed the money he had given to Pang Songquan before.

In other words, they are all poor now.

Poor and poor.

If you give him some time, don’t spend more, just one month.

He can definitely get all the money.

Yuelin came back and gave him the account book: "I just read it, and I do have this money."

Chen Yang flipped it casually and felt a little distressed.

He asked in a low voice: "How much is the money left in Shangzhenguan's account?"

Yuelin said embarrassedly: "There is no money."

"Not a penny?"

"It's gone." Yue Lin sighed: "The master and the abbot often go to help some poor households around him. There was still some money in the account, but after the funeral was done for the master and the others, there was not much left."

When the man heard this, he sneered: "What? Is there no money? Didn't he say that he would settle the accounts today? He still wanted to lie to me!"

Chen Yang frowned and refused to speak.

I was wondering whether to borrow some from Wen Ziyuan.

That guy knocked the door and pulled it out, and it should be able to take out three million.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have money. You pay me the piece of land you rented to me at the foot of the mountain. I don't want these two million." The man said.

Others also said, "We can also not have money, just give me a piece of land at the foot of the mountain."

Chen Yang's eyes were even colder, and this group of people thought it was quite beautiful.

Any piece of land is more than this little money, giving it to them is simply a loss-making deal.

This man hasn't asked for money for supply in six years because Shang Zhenguan gave him a piece of land.

Although this piece of land was rented to him, the rent was very low every year.

Men make a lot of money every year with this piece of land.

Now he wants to take the opportunity to classify the land in his name at one time.

"Xuanyang Zhenren."

Two men walked up the mountain quickly.

Xia Shoulong went to Lingshan yesterday and found that Lingshan Taoist Temple had closed. When he contacted Wen Ziyuan, he realized that Chen Yang had come to Qiongshan.

So he immediately took Ma Pengcheng to Qiongshan and settled in the Shushu Town for one night. He came here early this morning.

"Zhengren Pang, Zhenren Xuanyang."

Xia Shoulong greeted him politely.

Chen Yang was surprised, why did this person come?

Looking at Ma Pengcheng again, could it be that he was here to invite him down the mountain?

"Last time, I didn't know the real person, so please forgive me for the two real people."

He looked apologetic.

"What real person? Is he so embarrassed to call a real person if he doesn't owe money? Isn't he blushing?" the man mocked him.

Xia Shoulong frowned: "Sir, please respect yourself."

The man hummed, "Which word I said was wrong? Ask this little Taoist priest if he owes me money."

Yuelin said: "I will pay back the money, but please give us a few days."

"That won't work. What if I go up the mountain next time and you run away? Where can I go to ask for money?"

"You can do it if you don't want to pay back the money, just give me the land below the mountain."

He took advantage of the situation and robbed him.

Xia Shoulong asked: "How much does this Taoist priest owe you?"

"Not much, only two million."

The man looked like a wise bead holding his face.

Two million is indeed not much, but not many, not everyone can get it.

Xia Shoulong nodded and turned to Chen Yang and said, "Zheng Yang, I went up the mountain today. First, thank you, and secondly, I also want to donate donations to Shang Zhenguan. Is it convenient for you to see now?"

The man still disdained.

Just donating charity money, how much can you donate?

Could it be that you can donate 18 million?

Do you really think the wind blows?

"Thank you."

Xia Shoulong's donation was undoubtedly just right, which just solved his urgent need.

He has the means to deal with Taoist priests, and he is not afraid of evil cultivators and demons.

But when faced with such a perverted ordinary person, he could not beat him or scold him.

It's really annoying.

Xia Shoulong took out a check, wrote it down quickly, and handed it over with both hands: "Please accept it by the real person."

Chen Yang took it and looked at it, and couldn't help but sigh at the big deal of Mr. Xia.

It's ten million casually.

He couldn't help but wonder.

Didn’t Pang Songquan say that he didn’t solve everything after going down the mountain last time?

Then why does it seem that the troubles have been solved, so I came here to thank myself?

"Donate a charity and use a check, it's really okay to pretend." The man scoffed and immediately urged: "Can you make a decision quickly, should you pay back the money or get the land to mortgage it?"

"Anyway, you have to pay back the money today. If you don't pay it back, I will call the police and I will sue you."

Men are fearless.

If the old Taoist priests of the Taoist temple were there, he would definitely not dare to be so presumptuous.

He knew that the old Taoist priests were not here and heard that they all ran away, so he dared to come up the mountain.

It doesn't matter if you run away.

Anyway, there are many tourists in Qiongshan every day. If he spends 2 million to get the land at the foot of the mountain, he will surely make a profit and will not lose money.

Chen Yang handed the check to Yuelin: "I'll ask you again, do you have to get the money today?"

"If you are willing to pay the bill in the twelfth lunar month as you agreed, the Taoist temple will still pick up the goods from you in the coming year."

"No need." The man said: "Just give money now, I think you can't afford it. If you want to delay time, don't be fooled."

The others also hurriedly said, "Master, don't make things difficult for us. Give us the money. Life is not easy for us."

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

Yuelin, who was standing beside him, looked at the numbers on the check and was a little dazed.

Ten million!

Is this number true?

"Old Chen, you and Yuelin will accompany them down the mountain to the bank and transfer the money to them."

Yuelin is alone, he is worried.

Although he was not at ease with Chen Wuwo, at least this guy was not a hard-working person.

The force is also outstanding.

If someone dares to make money, no one can take it away with Chen Wuwo.

"Really rich?" The man was stunned for a moment: "Don't fool me."

"See clearly." Yuelin put the check in front of him.

The man saw the numbers above clearly and was stunned.

Ten million?
To be continued...