Yun Zhaozhao: "Let them raise some gentle animals, the kind that don't eat people. After all, it's too much work for them, and it's not easy for Clear Breeze Temple to find someone."
Grandpa Lin: "..."
Chapter 92
The boss of the food processing plant that Yun Zhaozhao was talking to about their collaboration with is surnamed Wen.
Yun Zhaozhao and he had only spoken on the phone and had never met in person.
Later, they reached an agreement over the phone. President Wen said he would send someone to meet with Yun Zhaozhao in person and sign a contract.
Yun Zhaozhao waited patiently.
I thought I would be waiting for some elite person, but after waiting for a long time, I got a punk teenager. Why do I say punk teenager? Because the person had long silver hair, all kinds of sparkly jewelry, and was even wearing a white ancient costume.
As soon as he arrived, he was surrounded by the group of young Daoist priests from Clear Breeze Temple. One was holding the boy's belt, another was holding his silver hair, and everyone was chattering away, asking the boy questions:
"Brother, are you a boy or a girl?"
"Nonsense. You've already called him 'brother,' so do you think he's a little boy or a little girl?"
"I thought he was a boy because he's so tall and handsome, but girls can be tall and handsome too! Besides, he's wearing a little skirt!"
"This isn't called a skirt, it's called a period costume. I've seen period dramas, and lots of the guys in them wear the same thing."
"Brother, is your hair real or fake? It's so long!"
"Brother, brother..."
Yun Zhaozhao watched with a smile as the group of kids teased the punk boy, without stepping forward to stop them.
However, despite his flamboyant and unconventional style, this boy had a very good temper. No matter what the other kids said to him, he didn't get angry and even managed to answer one or two questions.
"What I do is called cosplay. Have you ever heard of role-playing?"
"Don't pull it, my hair extensions were very expensive."
Because of the makeup, Yun Zhaozhao couldn't make out what the punk looked like. Anyway, he wasn't short; Yun Zhaozhao had noticed him when he came in, and he seemed to be at least a head taller than Yun Zhaozhao.
Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was getting too chaotic, Yun Zhaozhao finally waved for someone to lead the 10 young Daoist priests away.
Once the scene quieted down again, Yun Zhaozhao said to the punk teenager, "Hello, you must be the person in charge sent by President Wen to discuss project cooperation with us? I am Yun Zhaozhao, the abbot of Clear Breeze Temple."
The punk waved his hand and said, "I'm not the project manager. The person in charge of negotiating the project is still behind me and probably won't arrive until tomorrow. I'm just here to hang out. Oh, by the way, my surname is Wen, and my name is Wen Xu."
Yun Zhaozhao thought to herself, "He shares the same surname as President Wen, and he's so carefree. He's probably either a relative of President Wen President Wen or his own son. In any case, his status and position must be quite high. I'd conservatively estimate that he's a rich second-generation, just like Zhu Ruiming, the son of President Zhu. He's probably here to experience life."
To be honest, Yun Zhaozhao didn't have any particular feelings of liking or disliking the rich second generation before, because this group was very far removed from her life and she rarely saw them. But ever since she met Zhu Ruiming, the son of President Zhu, at the last rice harvesting experience activity, and truly experienced the benefits of being a rich second generation through Zhu Ruiming, Yun Zhaozhao now actually has a rather good impression of this group.
After all, rich kids are born with gold in their destiny! And what does Clear Breeze Temple like and need most? It's gold, isn't it!
So Yun Zhaozhao, a pragmatic woman, suddenly found the punk-style young man in front of her quite agreeable. "Since the person in charge hasn't arrived yet, how about I have someone arrange a room for you to rest?"
Wen Xu was quite blunt. "I don't need to rest. Do you have anything to eat? I haven't eaten anything on the way here, I'm starving."
Yun Zhaozhao glanced at the time and realized it was indeed almost lunchtime, so she led Wen Xu to Daoist Chang Kong's canteen. Nowadays, she doesn't specifically choose between the old and new temple canteens; she just eats wherever she is when she's hungry.
Today, taking into account that the rich young master might be picky about his tastes, I deliberately kept a little secret and brought him directly to Daoist Chang Kong's place.
Since the new canteen opened at Clear Breeze Temple, the number of diners at the old canteen has decreased significantly. However, despite the decrease, there is still a steady stream of customers making reservations every day.
Moreover, precisely because reservations are required in advance, many locals in City A consider dining at the Clear Breeze Temple Clear Breeze Temple Old Temple Canteen a major event to boast about. After securing a table, many will typically post three updates on their WeChat Moments. The first is a casual, seemingly unintentional sharing of their location with a few scenic photos of Clear Breeze Temple, creating suspense. The second, invariably, is a photo of the food served, displayed in a six- or nine-grid layout, directly addressing the topic and sparking discussion. The third post is their personal experience after the meal...
The old canteen at Clear Breeze Temple used to need some word-of-mouth to build up its reputation, but now it doesn't need it at all.
For Daoist Chang Kong, cooking is now more about enjoyment.
Today, Daoist Chang Kong prepared the following dishes: pineapple ribs, garlic and salted egg yolk chicken wings, shrimp balls in tomato sauce, steamed egg with minced meat, cumin potato slices, and stir-fried pumpkin...
As for the soup, ever since Grandpa Lin's chicken farm had a bumper harvest, Daoist Chang Kong has been simmering chicken soup for almost a month. Today is no exception; it's still mushroom chicken soup.
Yun Zhaozhao let the young master choose his own food, while she chose two vegetarian dishes: cumin potato slices and stir-fried pumpkin.
When the young master returned with his tray, Yun Zhaozhao looked at the mountain of food piled on it and, unusually, paused for a moment before saying, " Clear Breeze Temple doesn't condone wasting food; you'll be fined for it."
Across from him, Wen Xu rolled up his sleeves and said, "I won't waste it. I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow."
It turned out that Wen Xu was indeed hungry. He quickly devoured more than half of the plate full of food. Although he ate very fast, his table manners were still acceptable.
Yun Zhaozhao was initially worried that he would waste food, so she stared at him for a while. Later, seeing that he could finish his food, she stopped paying attention to him and started eating her own food.
When Jingting arrived, she saw Yun Zhaozhao eating face-to-face with a man. If Lin Banxia, Xiaojiu, or even Tang Li had seen this, they might have thought things through. But Jingting, without a second thought, simply picked up her tray and came over. "Master, why didn't you call me for dinner?"
Yun Zhaozhao really wanted to say, "I've never invited you to meals before, haven't we always eaten separately?", but in front of outsiders, Yun Zhaozhao ultimately gave Jingting face. "I was in a hurry to come and eat, I forgot."
Jingting sat down next to Yun Zhaozhao and looked at Wen Xu opposite her. "Is another short video crew coming to our Daoist temple to film? Is it a period drama this time?"
Wen Xu on the other end. "..."
Yun Zhaozhao coughed lightly and explained on Wen Xu's behalf, "... No, this gentleman is here to discuss cooperation with our farm. His name is Wen Xu."
Jingting said "Oh," then looked at the two with a blank expression and said, "You two want to talk about cooperation, right? Am I getting in the way here? Should I move to another table?"
Before Yun Zhaozhao could speak, Wen Xu Wen Xu interjected, "It's alright, just sit still. What kind of big project could my dad trust me to get involved in negotiating? I reckon it's definitely not worth a hundred million, maybe a few hundred thousand at most."
Yun Zhaozhao: "..."
Look at his tone, talking about a million or two hundred thousand as if it were just a hundred or two hundred dollars.
Unfortunately, Yun Zhaozhao was powerless to refute this, because the cooperation project was really only worth a few hundred thousand at most.
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Wen Xu his meal, Wen Xu didn't stay at Clear Breeze Temple. He drove his sports car to the city center in a flash, saying he would come back when the others arrived the next day.
Yun Zhaozhao didn't interfere, mainly because she couldn't control him. After all, these days, many rich kids can't even be controlled by their own fathers, so how could a Little Temple Master like her manage them?
Unexpectedly, just as Clear Breeze Temple was about to close its gates that evening, the man returned.
Yun Zhaozhao later learned that he had gone out for a stroll for half a day, had dinner outside, but found that the food outside was not as good as that at Clear Breeze Temple. So he happily ran back, saying that he wanted to come back for a late-night snack.
Wen Xu had assumed that as the client, Yun Zhaozhao would do everything in her power to grant his every wish, even if he wanted the stars and the moon. However, to his surprise, Yun Zhaozhao refused without hesitation. "Our cafeteria chef has already left work, and besides, our Daoist temple doesn't offer late-night snacks."
Wen Xu: "I'm the client..."
Yun Zhaozhao glanced at him and silently retorted with his previous words, "It's not some huge project worth hundreds of millions, just a small project worth a few hundred thousand. Besides, didn't you say you weren't the project manager? Isn't the real project manager still on his way?"
Wen Xu: "..."
Wen Xu's stomach was rumbling from the food prepared by Daoist Chang Kong at noon, and the more Yun Zhaozhao refused, the more he wanted to eat. Seeing that using his position as project manager to pressure Yun Zhaozhao wasn't working, he resorted to the financial power often used by rich kids. "Name your price."
Yun Zhaozhao casually replied, "Not much, maybe a million or two!"
"One or two hundred thousand?" Even the rich kid was furious. "What kind of late-night snack costs one or two hundred thousand? Is your late-night snack made of gold?"
Yun Zhaozhao: "Ah, right, our midnight snack is called Golden Fried Rice, isn't it made of gold? Are you going to eat it or not? If not, I'm going to sleep!"
Wen Xu stared at Yun Zhaozhao with his innocent big eyes for a while, then suddenly, as if he had made a great decision, he raised a finger at Yun Zhaozhao.