Danwu Refining Spirit

Chapter Fifty-Three: The Kind-hearted Qingmeng

Oh no, carelessness really does lead to disaster. It seems best to say less in the future.

Feeling a little embarrassed that the fat man had seen through his little trick, Xiao Chong cautiously asked, "Brother Fatty, how do you think we should divide it?"

After a pause, seeing that the fat man was pondering and not speaking, seemingly considering how much to give him, Xiao Chong was still unsure and said again, "Let's make it clear first, I won't agree to give you too little."

"Sigh, Chong Shao is good in every way, except he values ​​money too much. But that's about enough, just scare him a little, don't really hurt our brotherhood." Fatty was secretly pleased to see Xiao Chong's anxious and uncertain expression.

"Brother, how much is it exactly? Just tell me!" Xiao Chong could no longer contain his eagerness.

There was no way around it; over five million taels of silver, a huge sum of money. For an unemployed college graduate who had never even seen 20,000 RMB in his previous life, not even resorting to robbery was a testament to how well society and the country had raised him.

The fat man held back for a while, but suddenly couldn't help but laugh and said, "Alright, just for the sake of calling me brother, I'll add five points."

They say money can move people's hearts, but faced with such a huge sum of money, I never expected the fat man to be so generous. It makes me feel ashamed! Come on, brother, let me give you a hug first!

Xiao Chong opened his arms enthusiastically, his face full of excitement.

Don't be so dramatic, okay? The fat man, who considered himself to be very traditional at heart, pressed Xiao Chong's hands onto the table.

To divert the other party's attention, he put on a serious face and said, "Actually, I don't lack money. It's you, Chong Shao, who has been used to a hard life since childhood. It's really not easy for you. If you really have an urgent need, just take it all. I won't say a word."

This level of understanding! This level of awareness! Look at that, ah, look at that! Being with brothers like this leaves you speechless!

Feeling that his inner self had also been elevated, Xiao Chong struggled to break free from the fat man's hand and pushed half of the silver notes back to him.

Since they were all brothers, the fat man didn't stand on ceremony and reached for the thick stack of silver notes in the middle of the table.

The two were too happy for the moment and overlooked the feelings of the other person in the room.

That's right, this person is Qingmeng.

Qingmeng stood by the table, her eyes gleaming with a piercing light, her gaze fixed intently on the silver notes on the table. She found the ridiculous behavior of her young master and the fat young master utterly incomprehensible.

Who doesn't like banknotes? Why bother passing them around? What if the wind blows one away, or you accidentally tear one? You'd be devastated!

The little girl had an innate obsession, or perhaps a kind of fascination, with money. Seeing that the two had finally reached an agreement to divide the silver notes among themselves, Qingmeng panicked and suddenly pounced, slamming his entire body onto the notes.

"They're all mine! Nobody's allowed to touch them!" Faced with the stunned expressions of the two young masters, Qingmeng felt like a queen.

But in Xiao Chong and Fatty's eyes, Qing Meng was more like an evil witch who had abruptly intervened. They both asked in unison, "Why!"

As if by magic, Qingmeng conjured a gray cloth bag from his person, frantically stuffing silver notes into it while saying to Xiao Chong as if it were perfectly normal, "I've always managed the family's money, is there anything wrong with that?"

"Uh..." Xiao Chong was very discouraged, feeling like he was about to faint. He knew just how terrifyingly powerful the little girl was when it came to money.

The fat man, oblivious to his own impending doom, asked, "What about my half? Shouldn't I get it?"

"You have a problem with that?" Qing Meng stared at the fat man without saying a word, a sudden burst of intense killing intent emanating from him. Xiao Chong sighed inwardly, knowing the fat man was on his own.

"Qingmeng, shouldn't we be reasonable with each other?" the fat man asked timidly.

You want to reason with me, huh? Fine, I'll reason with you then, so you won't think I'm bullying you. Also, the word "we" is questionable; are we really that close?

The murderous aura emanating from Qing Meng suddenly vanished, and his usually dull mind inexplicably became clear and organized: "Young Master Fatty, let's not even talk about how hard my young master has worked, but just one thing, who said to take it all? And who said that brothers would never say a word?"

"That's a ridiculous excuse!" The fat man was stunned for a long time before stammering, "You...you're taking things out of context, you're just making excuses!"

Qingmeng looked at him with disdain and said calmly, "What about our friendship? What about our brotherhood? You're my brother! If you don't keep your word, how can you live up to that title?"

The words hit the nail on the head, and the fat man felt he couldn't argue any further, otherwise who knew what other hurtful things the other person might say.

Besides, if Qingmeng takes this money, it's the same as his brother taking it; what's his brother's is his own, so there's not much difference. The fat man had no choice but to console himself with this thought.

Seeing that the chubby young master had finally been defeated by him, Qing Meng was immediately elated, clutching his pocket tightly. But upon closer inspection, he couldn't help but feel that the chubby young master was somewhat pitiful.

"Actually, I'm not that greedy for money." Qingmeng silently defined himself.

After thinking for a moment, he carefully opened his pocket, counted out a stack of silver notes, and handed them to the fat man, saying, "This is your capital; any extra is for pocket money."

"I have nothing more to say, too many tears to shed!" The fat man silently put the silver notes into his pocket and bid farewell to the stingy master and servant.

"Sigh, I'm still too kind."

Watching the fat man's figure gradually disappear, Qing Meng sighed inwardly, suddenly feeling a pang of heartache.