In fact, Wang Guan’s guess was correct. After the three of them left, Han Lang immediately asked the servant to make a bowl of soup and then personally brought it to Mr. Han’s room.

At this time, Mr. Han was lying on the bed, with a lonely expression on his face, which naturally made Han Lang quite worried.

"Grandpa, are you okay?"

Han Lang put the tofu soup on the counter next to the bed and said with concern: "Come and drink some soup to refresh your mind..."

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Mr. Han did not refuse. After drinking the tonic soup, he lay back on the bed, and his eyes became more excited: "It's not a big blow, I can bear it. Now it's just a little empty feeling of loss, it will be fine in two days."

Obviously he didn't want to mention this matter more, Mr. Han naturally changed the topic and said, "By the way, it's working hours now. Do you know why I asked you to come back from the company?"

"Isn't it to pick up Master Banshan?" Han Lang was a little surprised.

"This is just one of them." Mr. Han shook his head gently and smiled: "In the morning, Brother Qiao from Jinyang told me that his granddaughter had arrived in Hong Kong today. Calculate the time, it was about noon..."

"What?" Han Lang screamed in dismay, and instantly remembered the inexplicable words that Wang Guan had just left.

"What." Mr. Han frowned: "Why are you making such a fuss?"

Han Lang naturally quickly defended: "Grandpa, didn't I say it when I came back? That eldest lady of the Qiao family, she doesn't like me at all..."

“What is like, what is not like?”

Mr. Han glared and said, "Do you think it is necessary to discuss this issue in a family situation like ours? I thought you would understand that love is a luxury for you. Unless you voluntarily give up the right to inherit, you should have been enlightened in this area long ago."

If it was a Japanese, Korean and Taiwanese idol drama, Han Lang should have stood up and shouted that I could give up everything for love. But unfortunately, Han Lang was very realistic and nodded for granted: "Grandpa, of course I understand this truth. The key to the problem is that it is not that I don't understand, but that she doesn't understand."

"Nonsense." Mr. Han scolded: "It's better if she doesn't understand..."

"What does it mean?" Han Lang was a little confused.

"She doesn't understand, which further shows how the Qiao family is doting on her."

A ray of wisdom beads was shining in Mr. Han's eyes, and he carefully analyzed: "You should also know how many days you have been in the Qiao family. Brother Qiao loves his granddaughter. On the surface, he wanted to decide the granddaughter's marriage, but in fact, the right to choose is still in the hands of the little girl. Isn't this degree of attention enough to make you understand her importance?"

"Grandpa, I understand." Han Lang thoughtfully and nodded softly.

Marriage is actually about leveraging each other's power, but now the man wants to leverage the woman's power, so he must take the initiative to fight, rather than waiting for the pie to fall from the sky.

"Just understand." Mr. Han nodded with satisfaction: "As the pearl in the Qiao family's eye, it is also necessary to be willful. If not willful, it means that she is not favored. In this way, there will be no value for marriage."

"Besides, she can come to Hong Kong, which shows that she is more obedient to Brother Qiao's arrangements. The opportunity has been given to you. You must seize it and make full use of the advantages of the geographical advantage."

Speaking of this, Mr. Han pondered: "By the way, Brother Qiao asked me to tell you that after seeing her, please be careful to listen to the arrangements of a person named Wang Guan..."

"What, let me follow his arrangement?" Han Lang was shocked and completely stunned.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Han said in confusion: "Brother Qiao said that this person is his insider and can help you."

"What inside line..." Han Lang sighed with his forehead: "Grandpa, do you know who that Wang Guan is?"

"Who else can you be? At worst, you can be a bodyguard or an employee of the Qiao family." Han Laohun didn't care. Since when Monk Banshan introduced him just now, he only mentioned his surname and did not mention his name, so he had no idea that he had met Wang Guan.

"That Wang Guan is..." Han Lang thought about it, and then said lightly: "He is a friend of the eldest lady of the Qiao family. He has a little close relationship and may not help me."

"Intimate?" Mr. Han was stunned and shook his head and said, "Don't think too much. Since Brother Qiao said this, there must be his reason. Just do as you do."

"But……"

Han Lang wanted to say something, but Mr. Han interrupted directly: "Brother Qiao agreed to give you a chance because of my face. Don't let me down."

"Yes, grandpa." Han Lang nodded immediately, with a firm expression on his face. In fact, he was about to sigh and cry in his heart. He offended Wang Guan and now he was going to find him again. Wouldn't he be sent to the door to give him a slap in the face?

Not to mention Han Lang's sad mood, at this time, Pi Qiushi had already driven back to the hotel where he lived, and then led Wang Guan and Monk Banshan to return to the suite to chat. The content of the chat was naturally what happened just now.

Pi Qiushi apologized: "Master Banshan, I'm really embarrassed. It seems that you've been in vain to travel to Hong Kong."

"I should blame me for this. I shouldn't be outspoken and expose the truth directly, so that Mr. Han can't come out of Taiwan." Wang Guan was also a little embarrassed.

"Amitabha, this matter has nothing to do with the two donors."

Monk Banshan smiled and said, "There is a certainty in the beginning and death of fate. The main reason is that Mr. Han is too obsessed. Thanks to Mr. Wang who resolved his obsession, otherwise Mr. Han would have problems sooner or later..."

This is naturally not a curse, but a fact that is very consistent with reality. After all, being too paranoid is definitely not good for health preservation. In addition, Mr. Han is old, if he continues to develop like this, he may really be obsessed with it. Once he is stimulated, he may be completely destroyed.

"There is no need to thank me, just don't hate me." Wang Guan smiled. Sometimes it is so difficult to do good deeds, and those who are helped may not feel grateful.

"The King of Donors was joking." Monk Banshan clasped his hands together and lowered his head slightly and said, "Mr. Han is a smart man. Now he is just blinded for a while. As long as he becomes obsessed, he will naturally think clearly and understand the King of Donors' kindness."

"I don't have any good intentions." Wang Guan smiled and said, "I didn't see that I finally got a lot of benefits? Tsk tsk, I am a wealthy family, and I am generous when I take action. Even the golden nanmu, worth millions, said I'll give it to someone."

Speaking of this, Wang Guan changed his mind: "Master Banshan, are you interested in taking this job?"

"The donor of the king means..."

Monk Banshan can also guess a few points, but it still needs to be affirmed.

"Although the wood carving is broken, the material is good material, so it cannot be wasted like this." Wang Guan smiled and said, "Just just cut off the decayed surface layer and then slim the lotus table pattern, it will be another piece of precious good wood."

"That's right, golden nanmu." Pi Qiushi agreed: "Divide the remaining piece of wood into several pieces, carve various ornaments, and even the scraps can be polished into beads. After making a string of Buddhist beads, you will ask the master to consecrate it. The price is not expensive."

He is indeed an expert in business for many years. Pi Qiushi doesn’t have to think about it, and he knows how to maximize the value of wood.

"Master, what do you think?" Wang Guan chuckled, "This shouldn't be a difficult thing, right?"

"It's naturally not difficult..." The monk Banshan said it was not difficult, but there was a hint of hesitation on his face: "But I am afraid I can't stay in Hong Kong for a long time..."

"Why?" Pi Qiushi finally couldn't help asking: "It's all right to tell others. Why should I hide what trouble the master has encountered?"

"Is it possible that the Master's trip to Hong Kong is not only because he was invited by Mr. Han to help him, but perhaps he also wanted to ask him for help." Wang Guan said thoughtfully: "In this way, I will become a bad person who destroys the Master's affairs."

"Amitabha, there is no such thing as this." Monk Banshan shook his head and said, "The donor is too worried."

"Mencius does not lie." Wang Guan looked straight at him: "Master, you can't lie."

"Amitabha, I naturally dare not break the precepts." Monk Banshan still looked down and looked at his eyes: "The trip to Hong Kong was indeed a pure invitation and had no other purpose."

"We believe this, but what about it in Singapore?" Pi Qiushi asked, then frowned and said, "Master, you should know that I also know many friends in Singapore. Even if you don't say it now, I will ask them to help inquire, so that I can still know the truth of the matter."

"Amitabha." Monk Banshan felt helpless: "Why should the two donors be so persistent?"

"Master is complaining about us meddling in other people's business?" Wang Guan said with a smile: "It's true. Anyway, I'm idle, and meddling in other people's business is also a pastime."

"That's..." Pi Qiushi smiled and said truthfully: "But meditating on other people's business is divided into parties, that is, we are willing to care about the master's business, and others must be too lazy to pay attention to it."

"Amitabha." Monk Banshan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid of you..."

At the right time, Wang Guan and Pi Qiushi looked at each other and then listened to the narration of the monk Banshan. In fact, the so-called troubles are not only as simple as troubles, but simply a disaster.

As we all know, Singapore has limited land area, but there are many religions, so the competition is naturally very fierce. Not only are there competition between different sects, but also within the sect. Although the temple where the monk Banshan lived is just a small temple, it makes people like it and they plan to negotiate cooperation with him and merge...

Well, what kind of cooperation and merger is definitely a beautification word. To put it bluntly, it is annexation and annexation, so that Xiaomiao becomes a subordinate institution of their sect in order to expand the influence of the sect.

Monk Banshan is definitely not happy with this kind of thing. Even if everyone has the same beliefs, they are still fellow disciples or other people in name, and they can even eat and drink when they go to order.

However, when it comes to the inheritance of Taoist traditions, more than a thousand years ago, the Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism, Huineng and Shenxiu, used bloody and cruel facts to tell everyone that it doesn’t matter whether there is a tree in Bodhi, the key is the robe or the position...
Chapter completed!