Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 45: 20 Kilograms of Gold Bars Smash the Table! After it's all done, I'll buy the entire mountain to build you a golden statue!

The road from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain.

Approximately 800 meters.

It takes ten minutes to walk.

But Shen Che did not leave.

His assistant contacted a local car rental company in advance.

A black Maybach $680 was already waiting by the parking lot.

In a third-tier city like Yunzhou, there is only one car rental company that offers a Maybach for $680.

Moreover, this car is the company's "crown jewel," and it is usually only used to receive clients at the provincial level or above.

I was transferred here today by a phone call.

He only said one sentence on the phone: "For Mr. Shen's use."

Three words.

Without saying a word, the car rental company owner drove it over himself.

Shen Che sat in the back row.

Four bodyguards rode in two black GL8s, one in front and one behind.

Three cars formed a small convoy.

Start from the middle of the mountain.

We drove down the winding mountain road.

Arrive at the entrance of Qingyun Temple at the foot of the mountain.

Qin Du heard the sound of a car.

He sat back down in the armchair.

He picked up the enamel mug.

Su Nian took a sip and stood next to him, her voice low: "I checked—everyone online says it's Shen Che from the Pan Shi Group."

Qin Du hummed in agreement.

"Do you know this person?" Su Nian asked.

"I've heard of it."

"Then do you know him?"

"Know."

Qin Du's tone was very calm.

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The convoy stopped at the entrance of Qingyun Temple.

The door of the first GL8 was opened first.

Two bodyguards got out of the car.

They stood still, one on the left and one on the right.

His gaze swept over the few scattered tourists at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

"Please step back, everyone."

The tone was polite.

But it's not a request.

It's a notification.

The individual travelers looked at each other in bewilderment and instinctively took a few steps back.

Then the door of the second GL8 opened.

Two more bodyguards.

The four people formed a semi-enclosed "passage" at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

From the door of the Maybach to the entrance of the Taoist temple.

It's about fifteen steps away.

Four bodyguards stood in two rows.

It's like laying out a human red carpet.

Then the rear doors of the Maybach opened.

A foot wearing a custom-made leather shoe stepped down.

Shen Che got out of the car.

He stood at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

I looked up and glanced at the plaque with gold lettering on a black background.

"Qingyun Temple".

Three words.

His gaze lingered on the plaque for less than a second.

Then it was moved.

It's like looking at an ordinary road sign.

He stepped into the courtyard.

Four bodyguards followed behind.

There is also an assistant.

The assistant was carrying something in his hand.

A silver metal box.

Not big.

It's about the size of a carry-on suitcase.

But judging from the way the assistant lifted it, it was very heavy.

It's very heavy.

Qin Du put down his teacup.

The art of observing qi.

open.

A faint halo appeared in my field of vision.

Qin Du looked at the top of Shen Che's head, which was gray.

Like a piece of polished lead.

It was eerily stable.

At the same time, Shen Che crossed the courtyard and entered the main hall.

He glanced at the three statues in the center.

I glanced at the banner that read, "We are always ready to help, and Heaven bears witness to our justice."

I glanced at the enamel mug and the unfinished instant noodles in the corner.

Finally, his gaze fell on Qin Du, who was sitting in the armchair.

There was a three-second silence.

Shen Che spoke first.

"You're Qin Du?"

"Hmm." Qin Du took a sip of tea.

Shen Che looked at him for two seconds.

Then he turned to look at his assistant behind him.

She slightly raised her chin.

The assistant immediately understood.

He stepped forward.

The silver metal box was placed on the altar.

"Thump."

The voice was muffled.

It was abnormally dull.

The wooden planks of the offering table let out a painful groan.

Su Nian's gaze fell on the box.

The assistant's fingers unhooked the latches on both sides of the suitcase.

"Click."

"Click."

The lid of the box was opened.

It was as if a layer of light had suddenly been sucked away from the main hall.

It was as if a layer had suddenly been illuminated.

Because the contents of the box are reflecting light.

Golden light.

A heavy, weighty gold color that carries a primal sense of oppression.

bullion.

They were neatly stacked in the boxes.

Each one is a standard one-kilogram international gold bar.

It is printed with a purity number and casting mark.

One.

Two.

Su Nian counted them.

Twenty.

One kilogram per piece.

Twenty kilograms.

At today's gold price, it's approximately 16 million.

Sixteen million RMB.

It was packed in a box like that.

It was placed on the offering table.

It was placed in front of the three statues of gods.

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In the live stream room.

There was a full five seconds of silence.

Then a flood of comments appeared.

Holy crap!

[Is that a gold bar?! Am I seeing things?! Is it a real gold bar?!]

A whole box of gold bars!!!

[Previously, Qian Meihua's offer of a 200 million yuan check was rejected—this one went straight for gold bars?!]

[A 200 million dollar check vs. a box of gold bars—the difference in status is more than tenfold!]

It's not about the money! It's about the attitude! This person isn't here to make a wish—he's here to negotiate!

[Here to negotiate? With whom? With God himself???]

Why do I feel a chill down my spine?

The comments were right.

Shen Che didn't come to make a wish.

At least he didn't think he was there to make a wish.

He believed he was there to make a deal.

He has made countless deals in his life.

Acquisitions, mergers, controlling stakes, performance-based agreements, valuation negotiations—every transaction has a core logic:

Find the other party's price.

Everyone has a price.

Every company has its own prices.

Every rule has a price.

He has never encountered an exception.

So he also gave "God" a price.

Shen Che looked at Qin Du.

There was no smile on his lips.

There was no respect in his eyes.

All that's there is is a calm, condescending confidence, a "I can afford the price" attitude.

He spoke.

The sound wasn't loud.

But every word carried an unquestionable weight, a weight that came from someone accustomed to issuing commands to everyone.

"I don't care if you're a god or just an illusion."

I only care about the results.

"Can get things done—"

His gaze swept over the box of gold bars.

Then he looked at Qin Du.

"I'll buy this mountain and build a golden statue for you in the future."

These words were spoken in the main hall.

It was like a giant rock crashing into a calm lake.

Even the air seemed to vibrate.

Su Nian gripped the broom tightly.

The live stream room was completely silent.

A full three seconds.

Three and a half million people remained silent for three seconds.

Then the comments section exploded like a dam breaking: "[I'll buy this mountain and build a golden statue for you???]"

He meant "this mountain"!! Not the Taoist temple!! The entire mountain!!

[Qingyun Mountain and the land belonging to Da Ci'en Temple, that's at least several billion yuan worth of land, right? He just bought it like that??]

This is the confidence behind a net worth of 200 billion—the level of hesitation an ordinary person would have when spending 10,000 is equivalent to his spending 100 million.

But brothers—didn't you notice Qin Du's expression?

[I saw it. The Celestial Master's expression, part one.]

There have been no changes.

【Absolutely not.】