In front of the broken Taoist temple, a fat monk with big ears and a big belly middle-aged man was talking, and from time to time, he would burst into laughter.

During the conversation, they revealed their identities. The monk named Huihai, and is the largest temple nearby. The Guan Temple in Lingchan Temple (the Guan Temple is a senior manager of the temple. His responsibilities are to take charge of the common affairs of the temple and call him the right arm of the abbot). This time, he came to the Taoist temple to build a temple again on the ruins of the Taoist temple.

The middle-aged man with a big belly is the boss of Lantian Real Estate Group in this city, named Zhang Mingshi.

"Master, don't worry, our group will definitely build the new Lingchan Temple into the most magnificent temple in Jiangbei this time."

Zhang Mingshi stared at Huihai, as if staring at a pile of banknotes that exuded endless temptation.

As a famous temple, Lingchan Temple collects various charity funds every year, and it is almost up to the criminal gang that raises funds in medium-sized illegally. Such a fat sheep is not slaughtered and is waiting for the New Year.

"I know the strength of your group, but to be honest, your offer is too high and exceeds our budget. In this way, it would be better to reduce another fifteen percent on the original basis?"

Huihai's eyes when reading Buddhist scriptures were filled with the shrewdness and cunning of businessmen.

When Zhang Mingshi heard this, he cursed in his heart. This fat and big-eared bald donkey was so dark. He said a lot of nonsense last time and cut off the price by 3%. Today, he came again. If he continued like this, he would make a lot of money.

"Master Huihai, you really can't reduce it anymore. You know, the economy has been bad in recent years and the tax burden is very heavy. The price given by our group is already low enough. If it is low, I can't guarantee the quality. After all, the people in your temple have to live in it. If something happens."

Huihai looks like he sees through everything.

"Mr. Zhang, we are not secretly talking. This time you will have to make a net profit of at least 18 million from the project of this temple. If you reduce it by 15%, you will also make a profit."

How did this bald man know so clearly? Is there an insider around him? Zhang Mingshi was shocked, but he directly denied: "Master Huihai is really good at joking. How much is the total investment in Xinling Zen Temple? How could our group make a net profit of 18 million?"

This time, Huihai didn't say anything, but just looked at Zhang Mingshi with a pair of talking eyes.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...ten minutes.

No one spoke, and suddenly Huihai put his hands together, and the Buddhist style was full of disciples.

"That day, it rained. I just happened to come back from the city. My umbrella suddenly broke. I hid in a house in the Taoist temple. I wanted to leave when the rain stopped, but I didn't expect to hear many interesting things, such as how did Taoist Master Chen Shiyi of Shangqing Temple die!"

Zhang Mingshi's expression changed a few times. Last time it rained, he and his secretary talked about some past events in the Taoist temple, but they didn't expect to be heard.

"A good Shangqing Temple, because a fire was razed to the ground, I just thought it was an accident. After all, Shangqing Temple is a pure wooden structure and can easily cause a fire. Unexpectedly, it was a carefully planned murder."

Huihai sneered.

The expression on Zhang Mingshi's face was replaced by sinisterness.
Chapter completed!