Chapter 2043: The Not-Wealthy Head Grandpa
The Fox Dog still wanted to fight back, but sadly it was too small. Little Taotie carried it up onto the tall table, and it could barely even get down.
After Little Taotie dealt with the naughty Little Dog, she flopped onto the sofa and fell sound asleep.
"She’s asleep?" Shen Cang was surprised; he hadn’t expected her to crash out in a second.
Hua Jinyan glanced over, narrowed his eyes, and guessed in his heart that Little Taotie had probably entered the dream realm again.
Sometimes Little Taotie might not be sleepy, but once that dream realm comes and drags her in, she’ll instantly fall asleep without any control.
"You two still want to keep looking for his assets?" Shen Cang asked, though his gaze clearly held disapproval.
"She needs money."
"Needs money? Every time she gets money she just donates it. I really don’t see her lacking cash."
"What she needs to do is get money, and then donate it."
As soon as the words fell, thunder rumbled in the sky.
Hua Jinyan pressed his lips together. "That’s as much as I can say."
Meeting Hua Jinyan’s unfathomable gaze, Shen Cang looked up toward the window. A second ago the thunder was humming; the next second, the sky was already clear and bright.
Shen Cang’s eyes darkened slightly.
With such an obvious change in the weather, even a fool should be able to understand.
Most likely Hua Jinyan’s words just now leaked heaven’s secrets, and only because he stopped in time did the sky clear.
Recalling that slip of the tongue just now—"What she needs to do is get money, and then donate it."
She doesn’t actually need money? The real emphasis is on donating the money!
What do you get from donating money? Money gone, nothing left—so what do you actually get?
Praise? That probably isn’t it.
Merit!
Right, the Merit earned from giving!
So what Little Taotie truly needs is Merit!
Shen Cang dipped his finger in tea and wrote on the table: Merit.
After Hua Jinyan glanced at it, Shen Cang quickly wiped it away with his sleeve.
Hua Jinyan gave a barely noticeable nod.
Shen Cang understood completely.
The ancient records say that when a powerful cultivator reincarnates, they must amass Merit, either to raise their Cultivation or to restore their Primordial Spirit.
He didn’t know which kind Little Taotie was.
Shen Cang took out a bank card. "Extra money isn’t much use to me. I’m old now and don’t really understand the donation process. I’ll have her handle the donation for me."
Hua Jinyan shook his head. "Too little."
Shen Cang got angry. "You don’t even know how much is on it. How can you say it’s too little?"
Hua Jinyan glanced at the card. "Wealth management cards are ranked. Yours is blue—low rank. It won’t be more than five million at most."
Shen Cang: "...Three million."
Hua Jinyan shrugged, his gaze indifferent.
Shen Cang felt he was being looked down on.
Hua Jinyan took out a sheet of scrap paper and handed it over. "This is our preliminary estimate of the wheelchair guy’s assets."
Seeing the astronomical figure written on it, Shen Cang was struck speechless.
He no longer had the old face to tell them to stop looking for the wheelchair man’s remaining assets.
After all, his bit of money probably isn’t enough to buy even one ornament in the man’s house.
Shen Cang let out a sigh. "I’m too clean and honest."
Hua Jinyan gave him a look but said nothing.
Shen Cang snapped, "What’s with that look? Are you doubting my integrity?"
Hua Jinyan said, "Three million is already quite a lot for a public servant."
Shen Cang flared up. "It’s relocation compensation! Clean money!"
Hua Jinyan held out his hand. "You really want to donate it? Then give it to me."
Shen Cang: "..."
Weren’t they just talking about whether he was clean or not?
Weren’t they just looking down on his measly bit of money?
How... how did it turn into him asking for it?
Shen Cang silently slipped the card back into his pocket and cleared his throat. "I’m old; I forgot the PIN. I’ll give it to you when I remember."
Hua Jinyan looked at him calmly, leaving him to figure it out on his own.