A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Su Fan sighed for a moment, then looked at the wallet page in the software.

Upon seeing that string of numbers, he thought he had misread it.

He even counted them out: "ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions."

"Holy shit!"

Pan Lei, who was sitting next to him and dozing with his eyes closed, was woken up by his noise. He opened one eye and glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

Su Fan quickly said, "It's nothing, it's just that the scenery in Qin Province is so beautiful."

Uncle Pan glared at him: "Don't make such a fuss over nothing. Young people should be more composed."

Su Fan opened his phone again and stared at the string of numbers for a full half minute.

More than six million.

He had seen far more money in his past life, and the numbers in his account were much larger than this, yet he didn't even blink.

But that was in the previous life.

This is the first time in my life I've ever seen so much money.

When he arrived here, the most valuable thing he had was a jade pendant given to him by the old Taoist priest.

The most expensive mode of transportation was a 28-inch bicycle.

A few days ago in Sichuan Province, he even pawned his jade pendant to Uncle Qi for tens of thousands of yuan.

What now?

The more than six million lay quietly in the account, like a ballast stone.

Having money makes me feel less anxious.

Su Fan began to plan how to use the money.

"I need a computer for songwriting and composing; I can't keep going to internet cafes!"

"I need to buy a car too. It doesn't have to be too expensive, just something sturdy and durable!"

"If there's an opportunity, let's invest the remaining money in the village's development. After all, the tourism project at Mawei Post Station is guaranteed to make money!"

As he was thinking, Su Fan suddenly remembered what his master, Zhang Lingyuan, had told him.

"If you ever become rich, never forget that among all the people there are still children who go hungry."

With this in mind, Su Fan thought to himself, "I'll use a portion of the money to repair the orphanage first!"

The issue of money shocked everyone on Longhu Mountain.

Rewind to a dozen minutes earlier, on Longhu Mountain, in the courtyard of Qingxu Temple, Huixin was squatting on the steps, her hands supporting her cheeks, gazing longingly in the direction of the kitchen.

"Master, I want a chicken leg!"

Zhao Xiyan was sitting in meditation in the courtyard, his eyes still closed: "You just ate chicken legs the day before yesterday, where would we get the money to buy you chicken legs every day?"

Huixin said in a serious tone, "My junior uncle said he's arranged pension insurance for my master and me. With pension insurance, we can eat chicken legs every day!"

Zhao Xiyan was stunned for a moment. He remembered that when Su Fan left, he did send him a message with an account and password, which said it was for some kind of pension insurance for his master and Huixin.

He glanced at it and thought Su Fan was joking, so he didn't take it seriously.

Now that Huixin mentioned it, he remembered.

Zhao Xiyan took out his phone, found the message, and discovered the account and password sent by Su Fan.

He followed the prompts to download an app, entered his account and password, and clicked login.

When Zhao Xiyan saw the wallet page, he was stunned.

780,000.

Zhao Xiyan stared at the string of numbers on the screen, his mind going blank.

He had been practicing Buddhism for many years and believed that his mind was now sufficiently stable.

But at this moment, he couldn't hold back any longer and squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "Holy shit!"

The reason he had so much money was that after Su Fan registered the copyright of the song "Little Fairy," he sold it to Hui Xin for one yuan.

In other words, the song "Little Fairy" already belongs to Huixin.

At this moment, Huixin tilted her head and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Zhao Xiyan ignored him and dialed Su Fan's number directly.

The call connected, and Su Fan asked, "Senior Brother, what's up?"

Zhao Xiyan hurriedly asked, "What's the deal with that money?"

"What money?"

"It's the one where you gave me the account and password."

Su Fan laughed and said, "Oh, so that's what it is. Didn't I tell you? I got a pension plan for Master."

"But this is too much."

"It's okay, we'll save the rest for Huixin to buy chicken drumsticks."

Zhao Xiyan suggested, "I'd better transfer it back to you; there's too much."

Su Fan quickly stopped him, "No, Senior Brother, this money is for the mountain. I'm not on the mountain, so I can only offer some worldly things to Master. Please don't be so polite with me."

"Then I'll go and talk to Master."

After hanging up the phone, Huixin immediately came over and asked, "Master, can I buy chicken legs with my pension insurance now?"

"You wait here, I'm going to find your grandmaster."

With that, Zhao Xiyan hurriedly went into the house.

I told Zhang Lingyuan about the money.

After listening, Zhang Lingyuan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Keep it. That was given to the people in the mountains by that kid. He meant well, so let's accept it."

"But this is too much money."

Zhang Lingyuan put down his teacup and said, "There are some karmic consequences we can't touch, but your junior brother is alright, so you can keep this money without worry."

"Yes."

As Zhao Xiyan came out, Huixin blocked his way, looking up at him expectantly and asking, "Master, how much money do I have in my pension? Can I buy some chicken legs?"

"You're still young, you can't handle this pension insurance, so your master will save it for you."

Huixin became anxious: "Can I have a chicken leg? I want to eat meat."

Zhao Xiyan thought for a moment and said, "From now on, you can have two chicken drumsticks a week."

Huixin's eyes lit up immediately: "Really?"

After saying that, Huixin asked again, "Master, it's Monday today, could you please give me the chicken leg from last week?"

Just as Huixin and her master were haggling over the chicken leg, the gate of Qingxu Temple was pushed open from the outside.

It wasn't the kind of thing that was slowly pushed open; it was more like it was shoved open.

Then a group of people rushed in.

There were a dozen or so people, both men and women.

Some were carrying briefcases, while others were carrying video cameras.

Huixin was startled and quickly hid behind Zhao Xiyan, only showing half of her head.

Zhao Xiyan asked, "What do you do?"

The middle-aged man at the front spoke first: "Hello, Taoist priest. I am from Xinghan Entertainment. Our company is a leading entertainment company in China. We would like to invite Master Huixin to join our company. The terms are negotiable."

Before he could finish speaking, a young woman in a camel-colored coat squeezed in and said, "Master, don't listen to them. I'm from Tengfei Group. Our company mainly deals in the cultural tourism industry, with dozens of projects nationwide and abundant resources. We sincerely invite Master Huixin to cooperate. It's not an artist contract; it's a cultural tourism ambassadorship, which offers greater freedom!"

"An ambassador?" Another voice interrupted from behind, tinged with disdain. "Master Huixin became famous for singing, so of course she should find a professional entertainment company. I'm from Dynasty Entertainment. We have a top-notch production team in the Chinese music scene. Sign with us, and Master Huixin will be the next A-list star."

"A-list celebrity? He's only six! Do you want him to drop out of school?"

"Is it any of your business? They have talent, and talent is their greatest asset, don't you understand?"

……

The group of people started talking back and forth, their voices growing louder and louder, none of them giving an inch.

The once quiet incense smoke in the courtyard was disturbed and scattered.