Lin Beichen sneered, "That’s their own choice, what does it have to do with me?"
Ao Du interjected, "Master is right, everyone should bear the consequences of their choices!"
Lin Beichen shot him a glance, "Eat your food, stop interrupting!" Then he turned to Leng Feng, "This matter is a long story, I have my plans."
Seeing this, Leng Feng knew persuasion was futile, so he bid farewell and left.
Rachel watched Leng Feng’s departing figure and asked, "Lin Beichen, what do you plan to do next?"
Upon hearing her, Lin Beichen smiled faintly and said, "Don’t worry, they won’t give up easily. Besides, with this big brother here, the Red Turban Army won’t dare to do anything to us. Let’s just wait and see."
With Ao Du as their "bodyguard," they were relatively safe for the moment and didn’t need to rush to retreat.
Rachel felt Lin Beichen made sense, so she stayed at ease.
However, Rachel couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Lin Beichen, what did you mean by ’they won’t give up easily’?"
Lin Beichen chuckled and responded lightly, "You’ll find out in a few hours."
Rachel was full of doubt, but didn’t press further.
It wasn’t until around noon that she understood the meaning of Lin Beichen’s words.
At noon, while they were roasting the wild chicken Ao Du had caught, suddenly, a noise of chaotic footsteps came from outside the cave.
Rachel and Ao Du immediately turned to look, while Lin Beichen continued to calmly watch the roasting chicken over the fire, as if everything was within his expectation.
Seeing who had arrived, Rachel said to Lin Beichen, "It’s that young man from the Chinese-Owned Factory the other day."
Lin Beichen responded indifferently, then urged Ao Du to keep an eye on the fire and not let the chicken burn.
Zhuo Yifan saw that Lin Beichen and the others showed no intention to speak first, so he had to muster up the courage to approach.
After introducing himself, he began to apologize and request Lin Beichen’s help.
Lin Beichen interrupted him with a cold tone, "You guys blocked me from entering that day, and now you come asking for help, what’s the reasoning?" Zhuo Yifan felt choked but still plucked up the courage to explain his intentions.
After hearing Zhuo Yifan’s plea, Lin Beichen raised his eyebrow and asked, "What does this have to do with me?"
Zhuo Yifan was stunned, then somewhat impatiently said, "Didn’t I already apologize to you? There are so many workers in the Chinese-Owned Factory, you can’t just watch them die."
Lin Beichen rubbed his forehead and waved his hand saying, "Don’t try to shine that great light on me, I’m not a living Bodhisattva."
He paused and continued, "Why should I rescue those who chased me away?"
Zhuo Yifan was choked again by Lin Beichen’s words, so he thought for a moment and then gritted his teeth saying, "As long as you’re willing to come back with me, I’ll agree to any request you have."
Lin Beichen leisurely asked, "Any request?"
Zhuo Yifan pounded his chest and assured.
Lin Beichen thought for a moment and said, "My Daoist Temple is a bit old, it needs some renovation."
Zhuo Yifan, curious about how Lin Beichen ended up involved with the Daoist Temple, still fully agreed.
He asked, "How much money is needed to renovate the Daoist Temple? Is fifty million enough?"
Lin Beichen shook his head, stretched out his hand making a "five" gesture, then flipped his hand.
Zhuo Yifan looked puzzled, "What does that mean?"
Lin Beichen showed an expression of caring for an intellectually challenged child, "It means ’double the fifty million’."
Zhuo Yifan’s eyes widened, "A hundred million?" He said hesitantly, "That’s too much."
Seeing his conflicted expression, Lin Beichen directly said, "No discounts, no bargaining. If you think it’s too much, then forget it."
After hearing this, Zhuo Yifan quickly agreed, "Alright, alright, a hundred million it is!"
Lin Beichen then gave him his account number, "Once the money is in, I’ll go back with you."
Zhuo Yifan hesitated for a moment, then said a bit awkwardly, "I don’t have that much money now, can I give you half first?"
"No." Lin Beichen resolutely refused, "What if you deny it later?"
Seeing Lin Beichen’s firm stance, Zhuo Yifan could only sigh and say, "Alright, I’ll go raise money."
Then he went out of the cave to make a phone call.
While Lin Beichen and Zhuo Yifan were talking earlier, Ao Du was attentively listening while carefully roasting the chicken in his hands.
Now, the chicken was nearly done. Ao Du eagerly approached Lin Beichen, offering it as a treasure, "Master, the chicken is ready, give it a try!"
Lin Beichen took the chicken, gently blew on it, tore off half, and handed it to Rachel, then tasted a bite.
"Hmm, the taste is quite good." He nodded in satisfaction.
Seeing Ao Du’s seemingly simple yet capable demeanor, he couldn’t help but tease, "With such excellent grilling skills and Daoist art talent, why bother joining the Red Turban Army?"
Ao Du eagerly nodded, like pounding garlic, "Master, you’re right, I just didn’t find you before!"
He looked devout, as if every word Lin Beichen said was a profound truth.
Lin Beichen looked at him in this state and couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking this guy was pretty tactful.
Just then, Zhuo Yifan finished his call and came back inside, upon entry, he saw Lin Beichen scolding the Red Turban Army leader like a primary school teacher.
Even more surprising, the fierce-looking Red Turban Army leader was meekly nodding along with Lin Beichen’s words, making the scene both bizarre and humorous.
For a brief moment, he even wondered if he was hallucinating.