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Chapter 705 The Value of the Eighteen Holy Grails

For Lin Mo, he was just there to go through the motions, and his role was more about giving Manager Zhang a warning.

Unexpectedly, there was an even bigger surprise. It seems that not only will the cooperation with Liu Ruyan be renewed, but they may even make an extra profit.

After drinking tea for a while, Boss Chen couldn't resist taking Lin Mo outside, saying he wanted to give him a welcome dinner and treat him well.

However, before that, Mr. Chen suggested that they go to the largest Mazu temple in their area to pay their respects.

Originally, Boss Chen wanted to take him to worship Guan Sheng Di Jun, as business people like to worship Guan Sheng Di Jun, since he is the God of War and Wealth. However, considering Lin Mo's special circumstances, Boss Chen decided to take Lin Mo to worship Mazu instead.

While people worship Guan Sheng Di Jun (Lord Guan) for blessings and wealth, Mazu is the more venerable deity of the local people.

This time, Lin Mo rode in Boss Chen's car, and the two headed straight to the outskirts. Soon, a magnificent and ancient architectural complex appeared before Lin Mo's eyes, and even from a distance, a huge statue of Mazu could be seen.

This is much bigger than the Mazu Temple that Director Wang took them to visit yesterday.

"Mr. Lin, this is the largest Mazu temple in our area, a landmark building, and a famous tourist attraction. Countless people come to worship here every year."

After getting off the bus, Mr. Chen kept chattering incessantly in Lin Mo's ear the whole way.

Lin Mo could only listen to this, after all, he was there to discuss cooperation, and although he was not used to it, he still wanted to do his best to make the matter go well.

Soon, the two arrived at the main hall, where the golden statue of Mazu sat serenely, and the incense had burned continuously for a thousand years. Even on this ordinary day, many people still came.

After entering the temple, Boss Chen first took out the contract that Lin Mo had brought and placed it in front of the prayer mat. Then he knelt down devoutly, took the divination cup, put his hands together, muttered something, and finally tossed it. One head and one tail, it was the Holy Grail!

"Haha, may the Goddess Mazu bless you, Mr. Lin! It seems our cooperation will definitely make a fortune!" Boss Chen laughed.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo smiled and said, "Of course, would you like me to give it a try?"

He had just received the Mazu blessing experience card this morning, and he had to make a big show of it! Besides, Boss Chen's intention in bringing him here was already very clear!
"Give it a try, you really have to try!" Boss Chen said.

Seeing this, Lin Mo didn't hesitate. He took the divination cup, put his hands together, and threw it on the ground with a snap. The Holy Grail!

"It really is fate," Mr. Chen said with a smile.

Lin Mo smiled without saying a word, picked up the divination cup again and tossed it, and it was still the Holy Grail. Boss Chen's smile deepened.

The third time, the Holy Grail! Boss Chen kept praising Lin Mo for his incredible luck!

The fourth time, the fifth time, and the sixth time.
Soon, Mr. Chen's face froze.

The seventh time, the eighth time, the ninth time.
After nine consecutive Holy Grails, Boss Chen was already drooling. Although Lin Mo said that a friend of his had thrown the Holy Grail nine times, that was his own opinion. This time, however, it happened right under his nose, and the two were not comparable.

At first, Lin Mo threw the Holy Grail three times in a row, and apart from Boss Chen, no one around paid any attention. After throwing the Holy Grail six times in a row, a few people around stopped to watch.

After nine Holy Grails, a group of people had gathered around Lin Mo.

Lin Mo, kneeling on the prayer mat, smiled slightly. The show was just beginning, and he had to put on a big show.

"Young man, take this. I'll ask the Goddess Mazu if my company will have a smooth year."

Just as Lin Mo was about to continue, a bespectacled, refined-looking old man walked over and spoke.

The man was in his sixties, dressed very well, with half-gray hair. As he spoke, he handed over an extremely thick red envelope. Even without touching it, Lin Mo knew that it was worth at least twenty or thirty thousand yuan.

"No, no, I..." Lin Mo was about to refuse.

But the old man put the red envelope next to him, then took two steps back, put his hands together, and repeatedly begged him for help.

Seeing this, Lin Mo took a deep breath and began to throw again. The tenth time, the eleventh time, the twelfth time.
Three more Holy Grails appeared in succession, drawing gasps of amazement from those around. The old man laughed heartily and repeatedly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, Mazu! Thank you, Mazu! Young man, do you have some time? Come to my company for a cup of tea!"

"Ahem, it's inconvenient if I don't let you in. This is my business partner," Boss Chen quickly said.

"Are you kidding me? This is the twelfth Holy Grail! What else could this be but divine will? This is Chen Guisheng's opportunity. Old Deng, you dare to steal my opportunity? You've already met your demise."

Seeing this, many people around asked Lin Mo to help them inquire about Mazu. Many people took out red envelopes and placed them next to Lin Mo. Some were generous, some contained hundreds of yuan in banknotes, and they were all hundred-yuan bills. Soon, a pile of hundred-yuan bills appeared next to Lin Mo, a bright red expanse. If you didn't know better, you would think he was a turtle in a wishing well, throwing coins into his wallet.

Lin Mo wanted to explain, but seeing everyone around him looking at him with expectant eyes, he could only continue.

Soon, the Holy Grail was thrown for the thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth time in succession. The area around him was already packed with people, and every time he threw it, someone would shout and count for him.

The sixteenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth Holy Grail attempts—Boss Chen had already knelt down, and everyone around him was flushed.

Many people's gazes toward Lin Mo have changed; the initial joy has turned into burning indifference.

That gaze made Lin Mo feel a little uneasy.

He knew he couldn't continue, or things might go wrong. So he stood up and said softly, "Ahem, well, eighteen Holy Grails, it's an auspicious number, eighteen, it means good fortune. We can't be too greedy."

He thought he would be egged on by those around him to keep voting, but instead, not only did no one egg him on, but everyone thought he was right and made way for him.

Nonsense! You threw eighteen holy chalices in front of the statue of Mazu, what's wrong with that?

Even if Lin Mo said he was going to set up a waterworks in the Sahara Desert, people around him would be willing to invest money in him. If he made a profit, it would be thanks to the goddess Mazu; if he lost money, it would be because they were not sincere.

Anyway, Mazu can't be wrong, and Lin Mo, who threw the Holy Grail eighteen times, can't be wrong either!

As Lin Mo walked away, he pulled up Boss Chen, who was kneeling on the ground, and was about to leave. As for the money, he didn't take it.

"Hey, young man, can I have your phone number?"

"That's right, young man, how old are you? Are you married? Do you want a wife? Just say the word, and I'll send one to you today. No dowry needed. My family will provide a dowry of 200 million yuan, plus a house and a car!"

"Young man, what's your name? Can we exchange contact information? Our clan is holding a large-scale ancestral worship ceremony that happens once every 12 years. Can you help us out?"

As the group talked, some people touched him, hoping to share in his good fortune. After all, in their eyes, this young man was a lucky person to have cast the Holy Grail eighteen times in a row, and at least Mazu must be protecting him.

Just as Lin Mo was politely declining, the old man who had given him the red envelope earlier and asked him to help cast the Holy Grail suddenly spoke up: "Young man, you lost your ID card, here you go!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo turned his head and just happened to see the old man bending down to pick up his ID card from the prayer mat where he had just been kneeling.

Upon seeing this, Boss Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "This is bad."

Lin Mo's expression also changed. Sure enough, the next second, the old man suddenly saw the name on the ID card.

"Lin Mo? Your name is Lin Mo?" the old man exclaimed in surprise.

Seeing this, Lin Mo stepped forward abruptly and snatched the ID card: "Thank you, sir. I have something to do, so I'll be going now!"

After saying that, he didn't care about Boss Chen anymore and ran away as fast as he could.

Immediately afterwards, the crowd behind him erupted in commotion as a young man named Lin Mo threw the Holy Grail eighteen times in a row in front of the statue of Mazu.
Just as Boss Chen was about to leave, he was immediately surrounded by a group of people who asked for Lin Mo's identity, address, and contact information.

Some people even went after Lin Mo himself; this scene was no less than a miracle.

(End of this chapter)