"Benefactor Xiao, I represent the entire monastery to express our gratitude to you!"

Saying this, Hong Ren bowed deeply, showing an indescribable sincerity.

No matter how much he grumbled and felt discontent before, at least at this moment, Hong Ren was sincerely expressing his thanks.

Initially, he thought Xiao Feng was taking advantage of him, but he also feared the scenario Xiao Feng depicted might actually happen.

So, he gritted his teeth and decided to give up an additional 20% of the profit, seeking nothing more than a sense of safety.

And as facts proved, that 20% was indeed given to the right person. Without Xiao Feng mediating between Bi Quan and Guan Huarong, such unprecedented success wouldn't have been possible!

Hong Ren roughly calculated that without Xiao Feng's involvement, the proceeds from the auction would have been at least 70% less, and this is an optimistic estimate.

After all, where there is business, there is trickery, and Guan Huarong was the one leading the shenanigans from the start, and others would surely follow suit shamelessly.

Fortunately, the final result was positive.

"No need to be so polite, where's my 20%?" Xiao Feng got straight to the point.

"Benefactor Xiao, don't worry, someone is already handling the settlement, and I'm sure there will be a result soon," Hong Ren replied.

For Xiao Feng to immediately ask for money, in the past, Hong Ren would certainly have been displeased.

But at this moment, not only did his expression remain unchanged, but his tone was also indescribably gentle.

Hong Ren even somewhat suspected that his senior brother had anticipated he would face this difficulty, and specifically arranged for this person to help him overcome it smoothly.

"Uncle Master, you didn't give up that 20% for nothing, did you?" Hui Yi asked with a smile.

Like a Sichuan opera face-changing performance, Hong Ren immediately put on an ugly expression, snorted coldly, and ignored his question.

Clearly, in Hong Ren's mind, the eighteen brothers from Hui Yi's group were still labeled as "heartless".

Xiao Feng turned around and seized the opportunity to provoke, "Look, the new abbot is so hostile toward you. If you stay in the monastery, you'll inevitably be targeted, so..."

"Brother Feng, we do want to go out and see the big world with you, but on Brother's side..." someone hesitated.

"I'll take care of him," Xiao Feng boldly assured.

"Thank you, Brother Feng!"

The martial monks were excited, their eyes filled with visions of the future.

Witnessing this scene, Hui Yi sighed helplessly, thinking they were still too young, too easily tempted.

At this moment, a young monk came over with a tablet computer, greeted Hong Ren, and said, "Master, the revenue has been calculated."

Hong Ren nodded, took the tablet from the young monk, and handed it to Xiao Feng: "Benefactor Xiao, every entry is listed with exact figures, you can verify it."

"No need, I trust you, Master," Xiao Feng replied cheerfully.

But despite his words, he still quickly scanned the figures and didn't find any significant discrepancies.

"The total revenue is over 120 million, meaning Bi Quan alone contributed more than half?" Zhao Guo'an said with schadenfreude.

120 million, ten percent is 12 million, so twenty percent is 24 million.

"Transfer the money, transfer the money," Xiao Feng was so happy he couldn't help but laugh; this trip had been worth it.

And the martial monks were equally excited: "24 million divided by eighteen, each of us can get... 1,333,333 dollars and 33 cents?"

Hearing this string of "threes," Xiao Feng and others were left speechless; the accounting was too meticulous, down to the very cents.

Hui Yi slowly said, "The calculation is incorrect."

"Incorrect?" Someone recalculated out of curiosity and said puzzled, "No, it's 1,333,000 and..."

"Stop!" Hui Yi interrupted and said, "How did I promise you initially?"

"Brother, you said we'd get twenty percent."

Hui Yi shook his head, "You might have misunderstood. I said, once the money is in my hands, I'll distribute twenty percent of it to you all in total."

This statement left the seventeen martial monks completely confused.

Even Xiao Feng and the others were stunned for a moment before realizing what Hui Yi meant.

Simply put, the 24 million goes to Hui Yi first, and then twenty percent of that is distributed among the other seventeen.

Rather than dividing 24 million among eighteen people.

"So, each of you can get...," Hui Yi took out his phone, opened the calculator, and after getting the result, said, "282,352 dollars and 94 cents."

Xiao Feng and the others were speechless again; wasn't this a bit too meticulous?

"Brother, you'd better not go too far; taking advantage of our trust in you to play word games, does it have any meaning?" Hui Er said with a grim face.

Hui Yi, in a tone of profound sincerity, said, "Junior brothers, I'm doing this to teach you a lesson. The outside world is full of such traps.

With no experience, rushing out will only leave you destitute. What I'm doing, it's really for your own good!"

Xiao Feng sneered inwardly, this little trick, and he dares to show off?

"Villa with a pool, limited edition sports car, skydiving, roller coaster..." Xiao Feng listed flatly, and each mentioned item made the martial monks' eyes brim with envy.

A moment later, Hui Er rallied the martial monks, shouting, "Brothers, our master often taught us that among brothers, we should maintain the basic respect and trust.

But now, our brother exploits our unreserved trust to do things that are unfriendly to us, what should we do?"

Hui Yi felt a pang of unease in his heart, but he still forcibly maintained his composure, asking, "Are you thinking of rebelling?"

Hui Er remained unmoved, while the other fifteen exchanged a look and shouted in unison, "Beat him!"

As they shouted, they surrounded Hui Yi.

Hui Yi understood that this situation was extremely unfavorable to him, and immediately ran away.

Behind him, sixteen people chased relentlessly, and it seemed a beating was unavoidable.

"Is Benefactor Xiao planning to take Master Hong Ming's eighteen disciples away?" Hong Ren asked, probing.

Xiao Feng nodded openly, as there was no need to seek Hong Ren's permission; hence there was no need to hide it.

Unexpectedly, upon his nod, Hong Ren immediately reached out, grasped Xiao Feng's right hand with his own, shaking it with excitement, nearly in tears, "Benefactor Xiao, I underestimated you."

Xiao Feng: "???"

What's going on?

"You're truly a kind person. Please take these eighteen people away, the sooner the better!" Hong Ren urged eagerly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of monks rushed over, all speaking in unison, "Benefactor Xiao, have mercy, please take them away!"

"..."

Xiao Feng's facial muscles twitched; just how unwelcome were these eighteen people?

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