1831. Ethereal School 2
"Mr. Leng, you don't know something." Lan Yiren said: "We, the Kongling Sect, have rules. People in the mortal sect cannot commit crimes, nor can they seek benefits by relying on their own strength. But we people Apart from being able to practice cultivation, we don’t have any other specialties at all, so (when I said this, my face turned slightly red), we can only make money through normal channels like ordinary people. In fact, we were also learning to do business some time ago. We want to establish a stable source of income. Unfortunately, we have no experience. In less than a few months, not only did we lose all our investment costs, but we also owed a large sum of money to the bank. I am not afraid of your jokes, that night For us, 200 million is not enough to repay the bank loan, so I have to go to the entertainment city every few days to earn some money. And the sisters under me are also making money through other means."
Leng Xuan couldn't help but shook his head gently. It was really speechless that this cultivation sect had gotten so far. However, this at least shows that Lan Yiren and the others have good character. Otherwise, with their strength as cultivators, it would not be difficult to rob a bank. After thinking for a moment, he said, "How much money does Miss Lan still owe the bank now?"
Lan Yiren stretched out a finger and said: "There is still one billion left." Leng Xuan nodded and said: "Let's do this. As fellow cultivators, since you are in trouble, I can't sit still and ignore it. I will lend you You have one billion, and you can pay it back to me when you have money in the future. How about it?"
"This..." Lan Yiren couldn't help but hesitate. Although she wanted to agree, she didn't know whether Leng Xuan was worthy of her trust. Seeing her hesitation, Leng Xuan smiled and said: "As a cultivator, why do you have to be so rigid about so many things? Besides, money is just an external possession to us. To me, one billion will not hurt even if it is burned as paper." . You have to remember that you are a cultivator, and you should not think about some things from a mortal perspective." Lan Yiren nodded immediately after hearing this and said: "I have been taught. Then I would like to thank Mr. Leng."
"You're welcome." Leng Xuan smiled and suddenly turned around and asked, "Just now, Miss Lan said that you used to have a cultivation portal, and you also had a lot of properties in the secular world, but later they were all taken away by others. I don't know who they were. What did you do? Can Miss Lan tell me something?" Upon hearing his question, Lan Yiren immediately lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking. After a while, she only heard her whisper: "Mr. Leng, I'm very sorry, I can't tell you about this yet. Although you have helped us, I'm not sure whether I can truly trust you. If one day I think If Mr. Leng is worthy of my trust, I will definitely tell you. I hope you will forgive me."
"It's okay." Leng Xuan smiled calmly. Since the other party refused to tell, he couldn't ask too many questions. After all, this was their private matter. After chatting for a while, Leng Xuan exchanged contact information with Lan Yiren, and then took Hu Feng to say goodbye. Under Lan Yiren's escort, Leng Xuan left the courtyard. After returning to the car, he tapped Hu Feng's body a few times. After a while, Hu Feng woke up and turned around. I saw Hu Feng rubbing his forehead, frowning and looking at Leng Xuan in front of him, and said a little strangely: "Brother Leng, why are you here? Where am I? Oops, I have a headache."