Yu Qingzhu had settled matters with her mother, and her father, Yu Zhiyuan, had also brought a gift for her master to celebrate her successful entry into the school.
The gift itself was nothing unusual; the key was the sheer quantity—one million tons of wheat.
Naturally, such an enormous amount of grain could not be shipped to Luo Hua. He had merely designated several warehouses, and Feng Jun could send people to collect it when the time came.
In fact, Feng Jun's repeated large-scale grain purchases had already drawn some attention. After all, Xia Nation placed enormous emphasis on food security, and its related policies were extremely strict.
Fortunately, Yu Zhiyuan had major oil contracts in hand, certain departments depended on cancer treatments, and there were also the Leidunk and graphene. In the end, people turned a blind eye to what he was doing.
Thus, Yu Zhiyuan had not gone through too much trouble to buy the grain. He had simply paid for it himself. Feng Jun might not care about such a small sum now, but it was still a token of his goodwill, wasn't it?
Feng Jun quite liked the gift. Saving money was a minor matter; saving himself trouble was what truly mattered.
Yu Qingzhu's celebration banquet did not last long. It ran only from seven-thirty to nine-thirty, after which everyone dispersed.
Yu Qingzhu accompanied her parents into the guest room and took out the Blood Essence Protective Talisman, explaining its use. "There's only one of these. You two can discuss who gets it."
The couple naturally did not want to accept it. If there was something good, their daughter should use it. But Yu Qingzhu was very firm. She said that she cultivated here and rarely went out. Whenever she did leave, someone would naturally accompany