Capítulo 405: Chapter 405: Truly a Place of Outstanding People and Beautiful Scenery
"This humble monk wishes to praise the benefactor's kind act. This gold bracelet is merely a worldly possession. Please accept it, benefactor."
A Da removed the gold bracelet from his wrist and offered it to Director Hao.
For him, if he could bribe the other party with this item, it would all be worth it. Spreading the teachings was the most important thing.
"Master, your action is admirable."
Director Hao spoke polite words, but his hands moved without pause, directly accepting the gold bracelet. My goodness, it was heavy! At first glance, it didn't seem so heavy, but when he held it in his hand, he realized it was truly weighty.
He couldn't say much else.
Just this bracelet was worth several hundred thousand.
No… looking at the craftsmanship, the patterns, and the feel, it had a sense of history, possessing extremely high value. It could no longer be measured by normal standards; its historical and cultural value had to be considered.
A sure-win deal.
"Master, let me show you around and introduce you to the people here, familiarize yourself with the environment. It wouldn't be good if no one recognized you and caused some unnecessary misunderstandings later."
After receiving the gift, Director Hao became very enthusiastic, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.
"Thank you for your trouble, benefactor." A Da smiled.
A Da felt he had profited, but for Director Hao, while A Da might feel he had gained, Hao Ren would never lose.
Director Hao led him towards the ward, pretending to casually take out his phone and quietly open the staff group chat.
Qing Shan Mental Hospital Salvation Group (126)
He thought of something as he typed. Few people spoke in this group. If he directly announced the news, probably few would see it.
But he had a solution.
However, thinking of the solution, his heart ached, as if he was being cut.
He couldn't bear it.
Reluctantly, he sent out red envelopes.
One hundred packets of one yuan each.
Send.
Instantly, the group chat became lively.
Everyone jumped into action, scrambling to grab the red envelopes. But after the red envelopes were snatched, the group fell into a brief silence. A moment later, someone sent an emoji.
"Thank you, boss... (kowtowing)."
But everyone had only one thought.
They hadn't even recouped the cost of their data. A losing deal.
Director Hao typed quickly.
Later, I will be bringing a monk around. No one is to mention that this is a mental hospital, nor are you to explain what mental illness means. Applause if you understand.
Clap clap!
Clap clap!
"Benefactor Hao, the item in your hand is quite peculiar." A Da said.
Director Hao smiled, "A small toy, worthless."
He then put the phone in his pocket.
If it were a slightly more generous person, encountering someone who gifted them a gold bracelet, they would certainly say, "If you like it, I'll give you one to play with." But for a stingy person like Director Hao, wanting one?
Dream on.
When the Qing Shan staff saw Director Hao, they all looked curiously at the monk. A strange monk, a strange director.
"Good day, Director."
"Mm."
"Good day, Director."
"Mm."
Director Hao nodded, leading the monk around.
Some of the medical staff had their own smaller group chats.
Often, a main group of four people could spawn five smaller groups. The network of relationships was just that complex. One could never think too simply; otherwise, it would be ignorance.
They were all discussing in their groups.
Anyone with a slightly functioning brain, seeing Qing Shan Mental Hospital, would know what kind of place it was. Why would the director ask them not to say it was a mental hospital, and not to tell the other party the meaning of mental illness?
A senior director, also Director Hao's loyal follower, made a deduction, and it was a very reasonable one, convincing everyone.
Senior Director: Based on my experience, I boldly speculate that this monk is definitely a mental patient, and not an ordinary one. Otherwise, our director would absolutely not accompany him personally. He definitely believes he is normal, but he is already a patient. If we tell him about mental illness, it will definitely cause a commotion. So even if we know, we have to pretend we don't.
A group of medical staff flattered him.
Director is so awesome!
Director is so amazing!
The senior director enjoyed these compliments, his spirit seemingly elevated. But one shouldn't forget the well-digger when drinking water. As a loyal fan of the director, how could he forget the director?
Senior Director: Everyone, it's not that I'm amazing. I was able to guess this because I learned from the director. What's even more worth learning is how to have enough experience to appease patients like the director, and how to identify the type of mental illness a patient has at the first moment. This is what we need to learn.
The medical staff all felt that the director was right.
At the same time, they admired the director even more.
He truly is the director.
The two most terrifying patients Qing Shan had ever seen were both handled personally by the director. This experience and ability were their learning goals.
A Da was very satisfied with this place. There were many people, and they all showed him respect, a kind of reverence. This was the most basic and important thing for preaching.
"Benefactor Hao, this place has outstanding people and beautiful scenery, possessing an extraordinary spiritual energy. This emanates from the people. It's a blessed land." A Da said, joining his hands.
Director Hao smiled, "Naturally. I have gathered all the capable people in the world here. Ordinary people can't even enter. But there are still many problems, and we are still far from my goal."
Soon.
They arrived at the patient area.
"Hee hee hee!" A mental patient, holding a flower in his hand and another tucked behind his ear, walked past them with a silly smile. As he passed A Da, the patient grabbed him and tucked the flower in his hand into A Da's ear.
"So pretty."
"So pretty."
"Hee hee hee…"
Then he left with a silly smile.
A Da stood there, stunned, then bowed slightly towards the receding figure, his hands clasped together.
"Giving flowers to others, fragrance remains in the hand."
"Director Hao, this benefactor has a very high state of mind."
Director Hao blinked, smiling, "Not bad. There are many such talented people. If Master likes, you can interact with them more in the future. Letting them feel the Buddha's love is a very good thing."
Director Hao had some doubts about whether this guy's mind was normal.
He always felt something was wrong.
"Good, then this humble monk will impose on you in the future."
A Da decided to stay here. To become a leader among the top ten missionaries, he had a clear strategy: widespread dissemination. Once these people believed, he would tell them, "There are too many suffering people in the world. Your responsibility is great. You should travel far and spread the teachings to every corner."
One spreads to two, two spread to four, four spread to eight…
If you calculate carefully, you'll know how terrifying it is.
"Director Hao, I wonder if there are any individuals with exceptionally high spiritual roots here?" A Da inquired.
Spiritual roots represented the degree of compatibility with the Buddha.
This was a very important thing.
Director Hao thought, spiritual roots?
Why did this term sound so familiar?
"Yes, we have one who should meet your requirements."
"Who?"
"We call him Professor Xingkong, but he usually hates being disturbed. When you have the chance, if you see him come out, you can chat with him."
Walking, walking.
Director Hao stopped at a ward and pushed the door open.
"Master, this will be your sick… room from now on. Three meals a day will be delivered to you. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. You can look around as you please. It's fine."
He almost made a slip of the tongue out of habit.
Don't say anything, he's definitely sick.
"Thank you for your trouble, Benefactor Hao." A Da was very grateful. It was all going so smoothly, everything was so effortless. His first step was to start from here, bringing everyone into the Buddha's embrace, letting them experience the true meaning of the Buddha's path.
Director Hao said, "You're welcome, it's what I should do. I personally support Master very much."
Back in his office.
Director Hao dialed One-Eyed Man's number.
"Hey! I have something to tell you. Do you want to know?"
"Tell me if you want to. I'm busy."
"Sigh, we've all been missing Lin Fan lately. I feel it's time to bring them back."
Silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.
"Big brother, please speak. I'm all ears."
One-Eyed Man's voice was strained, heavy, as if he had taken this shameless act to heart.
Director Hao chuckled mischievously, "Wouldn't it have been better to be like this earlier? You had to throw a tantrum. Just now, a rather strange monk came to my place. I suspect he's from the Xingkong Clan. He said he wanted to preach here. I thought he seemed like a decent person, so I arranged for him to stay in the ward with a group of mental patients."
"I'm just telling you, nothing else."
"Bye bye!"
One-Eyed Man listened to the dial tone, his expression somewhat angry.
"Crazy."
He didn't even want to talk to Hao Ren, but there was no way around it. This guy had a death grip on Lin Fan. You couldn't refuse him; sometimes you had to appease him.
August 31st!
Lin Fan's team, since Ginseng joined, had gradually grown stronger. Their heads turned wherever they went.
Ginseng rode on the Evil Chicken, holding the reins. He wore a cape, shorts, and walked with his chest puffed out, majestic and imposing, rather like a general inspecting his troops.
They usually wandered around the city center to see if there was anyone who needed help.
If they encountered someone in need, they would do their best to assist them.
In front of a shop.
Lin Fan and the others stood at the entrance.
"What do you want to eat?"
Old Zhang said, "I want milk."
Ginseng said, "I want instant noodles."
"I want to eat sausages." Lin Fan stated his needs.
As for the Evil Chicken, every time it went out, it would seize the opportunity to search for the scent of its compatriots. There were many compatriots in Yanhai City, but it knew that these guys had been tamed by humans, even becoming friends with humans. In its view, this was a humiliation for Evil Creatures.
Unlike him, who was in the abyss, acting as an undercover agent by humans, enduring all kinds of torture, but still hadn't extinguished the undercover flame in his heart.
His motto was: As long as I'm still alive, I won't give up my dignity as an undercover agent.
Outside.
Wu Sheng and the Clan Elder came to find Lin Fan. When they stood outside the store, they happened to see Li Yanyan and the others. Their expressions immediately changed, a sense of competition arising.
"Woman, don't overthink it. Withdrawing won't do you any harm." Wu Sheng said.
Li Yanyan replied, "I'm just here to chat with Senior."
"Hehe."
"Say 'hehe' one more time."
"Hehe!"
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