The Foreign Monk and the Strange Car Accident Scene
When the train arrived at Jingli Square Station, the father in the white shirt nodded to Shuhang, then moved toward the subway exit with his young wife to secure a good spot, preparing to get off at the next station.
He had originally wanted to leave Song Shuhang his business card, but he was taking his family out for a day of fun and hadn't brought any cards with him, so he could only let it go. Besides, they had merely met by chance, and they probably wouldn't have another opportunity to see each other... probably.
There weren't many people boarding at Jingli Square Station. As soon as the doors opened, the passengers inside got off in order, while the people on the platform lined up and boarded one after another.
The last person to board was a tall, bald white man. He was so eye-catching that he looked almost dazed.
Bald white men weren't uncommon, but it was truly rare to see one with six neatly arranged tonsure scars on his bald head.
This was a genuine Foreign Monk, over two meters tall, with a gleaming bald head. Despite the sweltering weather, he wore a thick monk's robe that wrapped him up tightly from head to toe. He also held a string of prayer beads in his hand and muttered incessantly, looking extremely professional.
Was being a monk a lucrative profession these days? Even foreigners were coming to compete for a share of the rice bowl?
They said that foreign monks were better at chanting scriptures. Since he had come all the way from abroad, the distance was far enough that his popularity must be booming, right?
When the people on the subway saw the Foreign Monk, they all took