On the plane, He Qingfeng and Su Min wanted the best for their daughter Tiantian, so they clenched their teeth and booked business class seats.
In order not to burden her spirits, He Qingfeng even pretended to be proud, saying, "We owe it to Tiantian this time—if she hadn't 'calculated' that the young lady's dog was killed by her jerk ex-boyfriend, our Taoist Temple wouldn't have received such recognition from the other pilgrims!"
Without that shopping craze, there wouldn't have been such wild spending the next day.
And without that opportunity, this cunning merchant He Qingfeng wouldn't have had the chance to hike the prices and make a hefty profit.
"Sold twenty premium talismans, and a good forty to fifty ordinary ones, tsk tsk, all adding up to a neat sum of over ten thousand yuan."
That was just one day's earnings, which could match the temple's profits for an entire month.
Easy money made spending it less painful for He Qingfeng.
