When Dao Hong, the mage, saw the stack of cash piled high, a smile broke out on his face that he couldn't suppress.
"Haha, Mr. Li, you're too kind. It's our duty to help the people in distress. Besides, your project is for the good of the children in this mountain village, allowing them to attend school nearby. With such a virtuous cause, we poor monks certainly must support it unconditionally." Dao Hong laughed as he continued the pleasantries.
The meaning behind his words was clear: he claimed not to care about money.
However, his disciple quickly collected the cash on the table, and he acted as if he didn't see it, saying nothing.
This made it hard not to laugh. Wasn't he just slapping his own face?
Chen Yang wasn't sure if the four women thought the same, but he definitely chuckled inwardly.
"Haha, Master, you're being too kind. We're just going with the flow, not as great as you say..." Li Han replied with a chuckle, reciprocating the pleasantries with Dao Hong, the mage.
