At Old Mr. Zhu's invitation, Chen Shi'an and the three girls had dinner together at his home that evening.
Zhu Jitong, who now headed the Yunji Group following Old Mr. Zhu's retirement, naturally knew about his father's history with Old Daoist Master Chen.
He had met Chen Shi'an and exchanged a few pleasantries at the funeral. Upon hearing that he was visiting their home, Zhu Jitong had made a special trip back to join them for this family dinner.
Although Old Daoist Master Chen had stopped concerning himself with worldly affairs after returning to the mountain, Yunji had continued to benefit considerably from his lingering influence over the years that followed. His master's old friends knew about the Yunji Teahouse and had offered it many conveniences and much support over the years. Otherwise, how could it have grown into such a vast business empire?
Of course, the Yunji Group had also done plenty to benefit society over the years. Strictly following Old Daoist Master Chen's wishes, Zhu Junyi had funded the construction of bridges and roads and established a charitable foundation, helping countless people over the decades.
Only Chen Yunshou, Yunji's founder, had never used a single cent of its money. Even the three thousand yuan he had borrowed had been a personal loan-
Never mind how shocked the three girls had been upon first hearing that the Taoist's master had borrowed only three thousand yuan-even Zhu Jitong had questioned everything he knew when his father first told him about it-
After dinner, Chen Shi'an left with the three girls.
"Where would you and the three young ladies like to go, Daoist Master Xiao Chen? Shall I arrange for a driver to take you? There's plenty of room in the minivan. We can load the bicycles in too," Zhu Jitong