Having money meant he could be willful. Activation—Qin Fen chose yes without hesitation. He had plenty of Merit; if he did not spend it, how would it show its value? As for popularity, he had no shortage of that either. The Ten Commandments could keep siphoning it into the chef endlessly. If not for Nian, that little glutton, he would be loaded by now.
Qin Fen was not bothered in the slightest that the amount of Merit was not exactly 180,000 in income. This was not arithmetic. You could not demand that everyone giving money to a beggar had to give ten bucks, could you? Of course the numbers would not match, because this was not a transaction. It was voluntary giving, and he would not turn down any amount.
His Merit instantly dropped below the 100,000 mark, but Qin Fen did not feel the slightest heartache. He was heartsick that his two adjutants had actually suggested dragging someone out to chop off his dick. Damn it! The Jade Emperor had definitely done that on purpose. What the hell had he given him? One look told him they were two lazy good-for-nothings who only knew how to suck up!
"What?" Sun Yating turned around in a circle. "Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?" She was still dressed like yesterday, except she had put on leather pants today. That was understandable—the past few days had been gloomy and chilly.
But the chef was in good health. A single thin shirt and a pair of jeans were enough for him, much like summer or autumn. It was practically winter now, and the winter solstice was not far off.
"Nothing! I was just curious. What are you doing here?" Was he supposed to say he had been startled by the Merit