Chapter 281 - 111 [Zen Meditation Travel Study Plan] (8200 words)_5
"Mm, it’s all sorted. I just got back an hour ago."
"Why not take a break?"
"Couldn’t wait to see you, senior." Chu Keqing’s words gave Chen Yan a pause.
Why had this woman suddenly... changed her tone with him a bit?
She seemed bolder, less reserved than before?
Of course, he wouldn’t know that on the day he left Port City, Chu Keqing had undergone a profound internal transformation.
"Regarding the matter in Port City, I’ve transferred your payment of one million to your account, senior." Chu Keqing said softly.
Chen Yan nodded, he’d already received the bank message. But now, with his fortune over ten million, earned in just two to three months, the extra million didn’t stir the same emotions as before.
It’s just okay.
"Senior, you left Port City in such a hurry that day. I had gone back to the hotel that night specially, hoping you would join me for a night tour."
Chu Keqing’s tone had a tinge of playful complaint, ending with, "I thought maybe senior didn’t want to spend too much time with me and left on purpose."
Hmm?
Chen Yan heard a hint of coquettishness in her tone.
Am I... being flirted with by this allure queen?
Feeling a bit happy.
"Cough cough." Chen Yan rectified his attitude, "There were urgent matters at home that I needed to handle; it’s not that I have any issues with you."
"Well, that’s good too. By the way, for next week’s Zen Meditation Travel Study Plan, is senior going to Japan with us?"
"You’re going?" Chen Yan was a bit surprised, "You’re the dean of the whole academy; it’s just a basic Zen meditation class travel study. You’re going too?"
Chu Keqing smiled, "I’m the face of the academy, and there are so many students, all of whom are connections. If I don’t go, wouldn’t it waste this opportunity?"
Chen Yan thought for a bit, "I’m not going. Japan isn’t that interesting. Meditating in a temple in Japan, what’s the point?"
"Actually, the arrangement is nice. There’s some travel included, like visiting Mount Fuji and soaking in hot springs in Hokkaido. The temple we’re going to for meditation is in Hokkaido, and we can try the famous Kaiseki cuisine," Chu Keqing responded.
Chen Yan shrugged, "Mount Fuji is just a broken volcano; isn’t Dragon Country’s landscape enough? There are hot springs in Jinling Prefecture’s suburbs, even loved by the transport squad leader of the previous dynasty.
As for Kaiseki cuisine, that deliberate not-filling-up stuff, it’s just a scam, what’s the appeal?"
Chen Yan wasn’t lying.
Kaiseki cuisine is just another specialized scam raking in money.
The so-called Kaiseki cuisine originated from Japanese monks who couldn’t find enough food, unless they put hot stones from their arms, pressed against the stomach to stave off hunger.
Later, it was marketed as a high-end cuisine.
This stuff is hyped up in Dragon Country as extraordinarily high-end, with prices ridiculously high; a decent Kaiseki meal starts at three to five thousand per person.
It’s extreme formalism, a dish served in a fancy wine glass-sized container, intricately carved. Basically, the effort is spent on form and ceremony, creating a false sense of sophistication to impress.
But in reality, it’s a scam with pitifully few ingredients.
A meal where a person eats enough to feed a chicken.
(The author has had several expensive Kaiseki meals, with food so scarce that one would end up finding a place to gulp down a bowl of ramen afterward.)
Chu Keqing, knowing the scam of Kaiseki cuisine, realized that many wealthy people who enjoyed pretentious elegance loved it.
"No worries, senior doesn’t like that. Let’s have the most authentic Wagyu in Japan then."
"Too lazy to go." Chen Yan shook his head.
Chu Keqing looked slightly disappointed, glancing at Chen Yan, then suddenly thought: "But, the Zen meditation travel study, according to the academy’s employee benefits, the participating instructors get a four thousand yuan stipend."
Hmm?
Chen Yan shifted in his seat.
Now that’s different!
Four thousand yuan is a tiny amount compared to Chen Yan’s current assets.
But... it’s his "pocket money!"
Four thousand yuan is enough for a few fancy dates with Lu Sisi, or buying some nice clothes for the girlfriend during a season change, or buying gifts for birthdays or holidays... all of which need money.
Damn it!
Curse the Heavenly Dao! Despite being so rich, can’t spend freely!
"How many days?"
"Seven days," Chu Keqing smiled.
Chen Yan sighed, "I’ll give you my passport tomorrow."
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Seeing off Chen Yan, Chu Keqing’s eyes slightly moved.
With her cleverness, she had discovered something subtle: this senior Chen Yan seemed to have a strange attitude towards money. A trip to Port City, she gave him one million, he didn’t care.
But for the academy instructor’s job, he valued twenty thousand salary and the four thousand travel stipend very much.
Isn’t it all money, what’s the difference?
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