Chapter 262 - 267: Which Department to Book an Appointment With
Wu Yong appeared indifferent on the surface, but his mind was blown: "Whoa, I just said it casually, and didn’t expect this old guy to be so rich. A million, just like that, he gives it away!"
"Tian, what do you mean?" Wu Yong pretended to be calm, but his heart was trembling. What if Lin Tian refused?
"A million?" To be honest, whether to tie up Li Daoist didn’t matter much to Lin Tian. Tying him up was more about preventing him from helping Xiaogang, which could complicate things.
But after Li Daoist endured three hits of the thousand-year kill, paired with Wu Yong’s bragging, if Li Daoist really wanted to cause trouble, he’d have to think twice.
Thinking of this, Lin Tian nodded without any expression: "Okay!"
As for why Li Daoist was so wealthy, Lin Tian could understand. People like him are often surrounded by rich bosses, reading feng shui, face reading, this and that. As long as you’re a little knowledgeable in feng shui mysticism, the speed of making money is astonishingly quick!
After all, with the few tricks Li Daoist showed, anyone watching would think he’s a master, and naturally, more people would want to give him money.
"This card, password 123456!" Li Daoist pulled out a stack of bank cards from his robe and handed one over after choosing from the pile.
Seeing the stack of bank cards in Li Daoist’s possession, Wu Yong suddenly felt that, damn, he asked for too little!
Holding the bank card in his hand, Wu Yong raised his head and asked, "You say there’s one million on this card, so there’s one million?"
"There’s an ATM on the left as you exit the temple. You can go check!" Li Daoist frowned, feeling pain in that particular spot again.
"Alright, Tian, watch him. I’ll be right back!" Wu Yong dashed out.
In less than five minutes, Wu Yong zoomed back.
"Did you fly over here?" Lin Tian remarked, surprised by Wu Yong’s speed.
"A bit of flying and running!" Wu Yong tucked the string in his hand.
"Seems like the young man is quite skilled?" Li Daoist quickly flattered him.
"Hehe!" Wu Yong was feeling smug, finally recognized for his talent, but then his expression changed: "Not gonna tell you!"
"..."
Lin Tian almost gave Wu Yong a knock on the head.
"The money in the card checks out!" Wu Yong returned to business.
"Then it’s alright!" Lin Tian nodded.
"Tian, you hold on to this card!" Wu Yong handed the bank card over with both hands.
Lin Tian, satisfied, took the card and put it in his pocket. Wu Yong always liked buttering up, and though he sometimes missed the mark, other times it was quite pleasing.
"Let’s go!" Lin Tian was principled. With the money accepted, he didn’t continue to restrain Li Daoist.
The two walked out of the small temple, passed through the Fortune God Temple, and stood at the entrance.
"Where to next, Tian?" Wu Yong was thrilled. A million, he could spend like a king!
"Undecided for now!" Lin Tian had dealt with Li Daoist and was thinking of finding Xiaogang next, but he felt that things weren’t that simple.
Without confirming who’s behind everything, finding Xiaogang didn’t serve much purpose!
At least, he should first figure out who Mr. Long is before seeking Xiaogang out!
"Since it’s undecided, how about we go to the mall to buy some clothes?"
Wu Yong, looking at his torn jeans, pleaded pitifully: "These pants have holes now. Just got a million, can’t I buy some new clothes?"
"No money!" Lin Tian completely ignored Wu Yong’s emotional appeal.
"You said you’d make it up to me yesterday. Where’s your sincerity?" Wu Yong blinked his eyes innocently.
"Can’t deal with you!" Lin Tian sighed, reaching into his pocket.
"Tian is the best! Tian is the handsomest! Tian is the most manly!" Wu Yong flattered him like a rapid-fire cannon.
"Here~ take this!" Lin Tian pulled out a hundred yuan and handed it to Wu Yong.
Wu Yong was stunned; this wasn’t what he imagined: "Just a hundred yuan?"
Wasn’t he supposed to go to the big malls to get branded clothes?
Shouldn’t it be Versace, Dior, Armani, at the very least Adidas or Nike?
And yet, only a hundred yuan!
"Go to the street stall and get a pair of jeans!" Lin Tian handed the money to Wu Yong.
Wu Yong was gearing up for bargaining when he heard Lin Tian speak again: "With the remaining money, buy yourself a T-shirt!"
"..."
Even with all of Wu Yong’s knowledge, he was at a loss for words to describe his feelings.
"Tian!" Wu Yong’s expression was utterly bizarre.
"Say nothing. I know you’re moved!"
Lin Tian stuffed the money into Wu Yong’s hand, giving his shoulder a reassuring pat.
Wu Yong initially resisted taking the hundred yuan, but after thinking it through, he realized if he didn’t take it, he’d be left with nothing. So, he pocketed it.
"Let’s hold off on the clothes and find someone first!"
Lin Tian decided to go find Xiaogang first. At the very least, the issue of him sending people to mess with him needs to be cleared up today, right?
The two hailed a taxi and headed toward the city center.
Li Daoist got up from the ground, holding his backside and looking at the mess with resentment.
Though I can’t come after you again, it doesn’t mean others can’t.
"You just wait, I’ll make sure to avenge my backside!" Li Daoist felt a sharp pain and took a deep breath.
"Daoist, are you alright?" A young sweeping Daoist from the temple came in by chance, seeing the mess, and asked.
"I’m... fine!" Li Daoist hadn’t finished his sentence before a wave of stabbing pain hit again.
"Sigh... call a hospital and book the best doctor!"
Li Daoist decided to check in at a hospital. Being poked three times, that area was fragile to begin with—what if there’s a real issue?
"Alright!" The young Daoist nodded and started to leave but paused and turned around to ask: "Which department should I book the doctor for?"
Booking the best doctor was a given for someone like Li Daoist, but specializing matters; even if they’re top-notch, doctors are skilled in specific fields.
For instance, a dentist is adept at teeth, a gynecologist excels at treating women, and a dermatologist naturally specializes in skincare.
Li Daoist was silent for a while, his voice not too loud: "Book a proctologist!"
The young Daoist visibly shivered, his glutes tightened, and his gaze at Li Daoist was a bit odd, but he dared not say anything, quickly leaving.
Meanwhile, Lin Tian and Wu Yong headed straight for the hotel with the bathing center.
As for knowing Xiaogang’s whereabouts, it was because the person sent to follow him kept track.
The taxi stopped, and Lin Tian, sitting in the front, checked his pocket, finding only thirty-four yuan left.
"How much, driver?" Lin Tian asked about the fare.
The taxi driver pointed at the meter: "Fifty!"