Feng Jun thought it over. That did make sense. He might have been a good master, but his disciples couldn't take it.
These days, never mind cultivating immortality—even if you taught Tai Chi, Bagua, Mind-Intent Fist, or something similar, wouldn't disciples have to shower their master with offerings if they wanted to learn anything real?
In fact, Feng Jun's disciples were rather helpless too. Take Li Shishi, for instance. She had no money to learn cultivation. Of course, she had made other mental preparations—if her master said, "Come to my room tonight," she would definitely wash herself squeaky clean and go willingly...
Let's not talk about such crude matters. Still, Feng Jun was quite moved that Zhang Caixin had taken the initiative to say they felt they owed their master something. He nodded. "It's fine. I don't lack this little bit from you. The thought alone is enough."
Red Sister had no desire to argue with him and merely nodded silently. But inwardly, she said, I've already fronted the money. I refuse to believe you'd really ask me for it back... and even if you wanted to, you'd have to have the money first.
She actually knew quite a bit about Feng Jun's financial situation. She had long noticed that the Boiler Engine's profits rarely showed up on Feng Jun himself. What mainly supported Luo Hua's operations were the profits from jade and the treatment fees Feng Jun collected.
Later, after learning about that plane and witnessing the gold-trading process, she guessed Feng Jun's cash flow could not be very abundant. After all, apart from Luo Hua, there was also a money-devouring project over in Chaori County.
Feng Jun had income from other sources too, such as Three Lives Wine. But while Three Lives Wine had a promising future, it