"Since I was a child, my parents taught me that a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of gratitude. This has nothing to do with money—it's about sincerity. Not to mention ten million, even if these three items were worth a billion or ten billion, I'd still be willing to give them to you. Because you reached out to help me when I, Li Pingfan, was in trouble!"
Li Pingfan grinned, showing a row of white teeth.
"Alright... then thank you." Lan Mengchen pursed her lips gently. A corner of her heart had been touched by Li Pingfan's sincerity, making it impossible to refuse!
Seeing Lan Mengchen accept the gift, Li Pingfan felt relieved. He carefully put away the remaining three gold and jade hairpins—these were assets worth tens of millions!
"By the way, now that you have so much money, what do you plan to do with it?" Lan Mengchen asked curiously.
"I plan to buy a house in Ivy City and bring my parents here from the countryside. They've worked hard all their lives for me; from now on, I want them to enjoy life."
Li Pingfan smiled and said: "If you have time, could you help me keep an eye out? I want a house in a nice neighborhood. It doesn't matter if it costs more—the key is for my parents to live comfortably."
"Okay." Lan Mengchen nodded slightly, then paused, a look of surprise on her delicate face.
What a simple and kind-hearted boy! After getting six million, the first thing he thought of was his parents! In today's society, such young people were extremely rare!
"Good lad! Your character suits my taste. Leave me your phone number later. If you ever run into trouble in the future, just come to me!" Uncle Qin admired Li Pingfan greatly and spoke earnestly.
"Will do! Uncle Qin, if you ever need my help, just say the word!" Li Pingfan said cheerfully.
"Deal!" Uncle Qin laughed heartily.
Watching the two of them, a hint of surprise flashed in Lan Mengchen's beautiful eyes.
Before joining the Lan family, Uncle Qin had been the renowned "Stone Buddha" Qin Yuanshan in the martial arts world. Though he had retired, his reputation and influence remained undiminished.
In Ivy City's upper class, everyone showed Uncle Qin respect. Even in the capital, his name carried weight.
Over the years, countless young people had tried to win Uncle Qin's favor, but none had succeeded.
Li Pingfan was the first young man to gain Uncle Qin's approval!
It was a pity this silly lad had no idea what Uncle Qin's promise truly meant.
Perhaps only when he stepped into the martial arts world himself would he truly understand the significance of "Stone Buddha"!
At 5 p.m.
Li Pingfan and his three roommates took a taxi to Ivy City's finest restaurant—Xianghu Club.
"Xianghu Club! It's been ages since I was here!" Zhang Fengyi stood at the entrance, sighing with emotion.
"Really? Second Brother, you're at least a second-tier rich kid in Ivy City. You can't come often?" Li Ming asked in surprise.
"Are you kidding? A meal here costs thirty to fifty thousand easily! Except for the top few families, no one can afford to come often!" Zhang Fengyi said seriously.
"Ha, then we're really 沾光 (reaping the benefits) of Boss Li!"
Zhou Zitao grinned, then turned around and urged: "Boss Li, hurry up! You've been staring at your phone the whole way—haven't you played enough?"
"You guys go in and order first. I'll join you after snatching this red envelope..." Li Pingfan hunched over, furiously tapping his phone.
On the way from school, someone had sent a huge red envelope in the Three Realms Red Envelope Group, triggering a flurry of red envelope activity.
Unfortunately, with tens of thousands of members in the group, Li Pingfan had been snatching all the way without any luck.
The frequency of red envelopes was slowing down—soon it would stop.
Li Pingfan stood still, putting in all his effort, praying for just one red envelope!
"Where did this loser come from? Haven't you heard 'a good dog doesn't block the road'? Get out of the way!" At that moment, an arrogant young man walked over.
The guy spoke rudely, but Li Pingfan was too busy snatching red envelopes to care. He just stepped aside slightly.
The arrogant man still wasn't satisfied, grumbling: "What the hell! Dressed like a beggar, yet you dare stand at Xianghu Club's entrance? Get out of my sight immediately!"
"Wen Feng! Stop messing around!"
An imposing elderly man walked over from a distance, followed by a group of well-dressed middle-aged men and women.
"Grandpa... I was afraid this beggar might offend you..." Wen Feng immediately shrank back, speaking softly.
"How many times have I told you not to judge people by their appearance!" Elder Wen said sternly.
"Yes, Grandpa. You're right..." Wen Feng nodded quickly, not daring to breathe loudly.
"Young man, my grandson was ill-mannered. I apologize for that." Elder Wen approached Li Pingfan to apologize.
Ding—
Congratulations on snatching Shennong's red envelope! You've obtained 3 bottles of Small Hundred Herb Elixir, stored in your Hundred Treasure Box.
"Yes! Got it!"
Li Pingfan cheered, startling Elder Wen.
"Not just a beggar, but a lunatic..." Wen Feng muttered quietly. Elder Wen glared at him, and he quickly swallowed his words.
Li Pingfan composed himself, ignoring Wen Feng, but felt goodwill toward Elder Wen. He was about to exchange pleasantries when he suddenly noticed a black aura lingering above Elder Wen's head—a sign of great misfortune!
"Old sir, what I'm about to say might offend you, but I must say it."
Li Pingfan counted on his fingers, then said seriously: "You'll face a disaster today. You must go to the villa thirteen miles north of the city immediately to avoid it, otherwise your life will be in danger!"
"Go to hell! Today's my grandpa's birthday, and you dare curse him! You're courting death!"
Wen Feng shouted angrily.
The middle-aged men and women around also looked furious, glaring at Li Pingfan.
"I've said what needed to be said. Whether you believe it is up to you. Also, you can scold me, but don't drag my mother into it! Do it again, and I won't be polite!" Li Pingfan finished and turned to leave.
He wasn't a bad person, but he wasn't a pushover either.
Only fools would keep doing something when their kindness was met with ingratitude.
"Bastard! You loser dare act tough? I'll teach you a lesson..." Wen Feng rolled up his sleeves, ready to attack.
But Elder Wen stopped him, letting Li Pingfan leave.
Others might think Li Pingfan was talking nonsense, but Elder Wen already believed him somewhat.
Because thirteen miles north of the city was his private villa for quiet retreats—a place no outsider knew about. Yet Li Pingfan had named it exactly!
This was suspiciously accurate!
"Grandpa, let's go in. A lunatic's nonsense isn't worth worrying about." Wen Feng said.
"Fine..."
Elder Wen had never believed in ghosts and gods. Though he believed a little, most of him remained skeptical.
Everything was fine—how could a disaster suddenly happen?