At this thought, Li Qingming could not help but smile bitterly. Jing Hongchen truly deserved to be called an old fox; compared to him, Li Qingming's shortcomings were no ordinary gap.
He had not handed it over publicly, preserving his grandson's dignity while ensuring Xiao Hongchen would not feel dissatisfied.
He had also quietly sent this money over in secret, while giving the credit to his granddaughter.
Both the face and the substance had been handled perfectly.
Li Qingming even had to thank Jing Hongchen for his investment.
Looking at the money, Li Qingming truly could not hold himself back, because it really was emergency funding for him.
Xu Tianran had given him quite a lot as well, but his current relationship with Xu Tianran was one of employment, and he would need to serve Xu Tianran in the future.
However, he had no employment relationship with Jing Hongchen. Jing Hongchen was simply doing him a favor—or rather, offering him support.
Whether it was for the sake of his granddaughter or for Li Qingming's talent, this was already no small investment.
"Mengmeng, thank Grandpa for me."
"Since Senior Jing is being so generous, I cannot let his goodwill go to waste."
Li Qingming smiled as he spoke, his clear black eyes gazing warmly at Meng Hongchen.
With the young man's gaze fixed on her, Meng Hongchen only felt her heart pounding wildly.
She instinctively wanted to say something, but Li Qingming had already risen, taken her hand, pulled her to her feet, and led her toward the workbench.
"Come on. Let me teach Little Meng how to make the core components of a Class 3 Soul Tool."
As Li Qingming spoke, he held the girl's hand and guided her through the core formation and production method of a Class 3