Chapter 973: Chapter 973: Scheming
"Package deal?"
Li Feng glanced up and down at this beautiful woman, and if she hadn’t explained her intentions before coming in, he might’ve misunderstood her profession.
The beauty slightly furrowed her brows; obviously, Li Feng’s gaze made her quite displeased.
"It seems this is really your first time."
"Heh, you seem pretty skilled at your job."
Li Feng teased as he looked at her, then walked over to the sofa to sit down.
Zhao Xiaohui raised an eyebrow, wondering if this guy was being cheeky. She snorted coldly: "If you’re not sincere, then forget it."
Having said that, Zhao Xiaohui turned to leave.
Li Feng watched her S-shaped silhouette without opening his mouth to stop her. Zhao Xiaohui went straight to the entrance without noticing him calling her.
What’s going on with this guy?
Doesn’t he want to go to the Dharma Conference?
Zhao Xiaohui’s tried-and-true tactics surprisingly didn’t work, but if she turned back now, what face would she have?
Grinding her teeth in thought, Zhao Xiaohui reached out and grabbed the door handle.
"Wait."
Zhao Xiaohui inexplicably felt relieved inside; hmph, thought you could hold out, but in the end, you still had to give in.
As long as he compromised once, then after...
"What else do you want to say? I feel that we have nothing more to discuss."
Zhao Xiaohui replied coldly, then opened the door and walked out, in her heart waiting for Li Feng to chase her.
"Could you please close the door on your way out."
Li Feng didn’t even get up from the sofa, this woman actually using psychology on him - calling her a novice would be flattering.
Upon hearing Li Feng’s words, Zhao Xiaohui’s face instantly fell; she felt "humiliated" and abruptly turned back.
"Bang."
The door slammed shut.
Li Feng looked up at the cold-faced Zhao Xiaohui returning: "Why are you back again."
"What do you mean?"
Zhao Xiaohui stared angrily at Li Feng and asked.
Li Feng leaned back in the sofa, looking Zhao Xiaohui up and down: "You’re asking me what I mean?"
"Do you think I’m a fool, or just some idiot?"
"From the moment I got in the car and said I wanted to go to Wanjin Hotel, that taxi driver was already trying to dig a hole for me, even deliberately offering information about the Changsheng Dharma Conference."
"I thought it was the hospitable nature of people in Zhongtian City, so I accepted his goodwill."
"But just after he got me settled in this hotel, you’ve come to my door immediately."
"Are you working with that taxi driver?"
"He previously told me his cousin is the manager of Wanjin Hotel; did he mistake your gender?"
"You think I’m a fraud."
Zhao Xiaohui looked at Li Feng.
"I never said that, you’re the one who said it." Li Feng shrugged.
Zhao Xiaohui took a deep breath, her cold face glanced at Li Feng: "Alright, let’s lay it all out."
"You want to attend the Changsheng Dharma Conference, right."
Li Feng nodded: "That’s right, I came to Zhongtian City specifically for the Changsheng Dharma Conference. Are you telling me you have a way to get an invitation?"
"I heard before that the invitation to this conference is very hard to come by, why does it feel like the invitations have become commonplace now."
"Even random people claim they have a way."
Zhao Xiaohui, listening to Li Feng’s sarcasm, was also a bit enraged but suppressed her anger and sat on a single sofa nearby.
"Heh, from what you’re saying, it’s obvious this is your first time attending the Changsheng Dharma Conference."
"Oh, how so?"
Zhao Xiaohui snorted.
"The Changsheng Dharma Conference isn’t just a single event, it lasts at least a week, with Heavenly Master Lin hosting only one session, and for the rest of the time it’s hosted by Lin’s protectors and disciples."
"So, over the course of this week, multiple Dharma Conferences of varying scales are held."
"An invitation is an invitation, but if you want to attend these conferences, you’ll need to make a contribution."
"You didn’t even know that."
Zhao Xiaohui gave him a few disdainful glances; clearly, he wasn’t devout.
Li Feng watched Zhao Xiaohui roll her eyes: "Oh, I actually hadn’t heard that, I only knew there were inner and outer sessions."
"You seem knowledgeable about this conference, and pretty well-connected; if I wanted to go to an inner session, could you arrange it?"
Zhao Xiaohui looked at Li Feng as if he were an idiot.
Her words carried cold sarcasm: "You want to attend an inner session?"
"What, you can’t arrange it?"
Li Feng said.
Zhao Xiaohui chuckled contemptuously: "That’s not even the issue; the issue is whether you have the qualification."
"Since you know about the inner session, you should know how high the threshold is; it’s hosted by the Heavenly Master personally."
"And yet you, a newbie who’s never attended even one conference, dare mention going to the inner session, heh, you’re delusional."
"It’s best for people to have some self-awareness."
Zhao Xiaohui glanced at Li Feng, her nostrils in the air; a first-time attendee arriving by taxi, daring to ask.
Do you know your own worth?
"The qualification you’re referring to, is it money?"
Zhao Xiaohui looked at Li Feng: "What, you think you’re wealthy?"
"Speak up, let me hear how much you have."
Zhao Xiaohui might not have much money herself, but she’s associated with wealthy people; she doesn’t even bother with those with merely billions to their name—a billion won’t even get you a glance from the Heavenly Master or his Four Guardians."
Too low-level.
If you don’t have a hundred billion, can you really consider yourself rich before the Heavenly Master?
"How much do you think is needed to enter this inner session and chat alone with the Heavenly Master?"
Zhao Xiaohui looked at Li Feng with contempt.
This guy truly doesn’t know his limits; she’s been clear enough, yet he remains stubborn.
Alright, since you insist on knowing, let’s show you complete hopelessness.
"Inner session entry requires a minimum of a hundred billion; I’m talking personal wealth, not company assets."
"Throughout Yan Country, those qualified for the Heavenly Master’s inner session are less than three hundred."
"And I’m very certain, you’re not among those three hundred."
"As for the Heavenly Master having a private session with you, you’d have to offer a donation of a billion for the Heavenly Master to spare ten minutes."
"Forget about a hundred billion, do you even have a billion?"
"I’ve got the connections; do you have the money?"
Zhao Xiaohui aimed to trample Li Feng, thinking anyone could act superior, treating the Heavenly Master like cabbage anyone can meet.
Do you imagine you can just ’fly up’ to the inner session."
Li Feng looked at the inexplicably arrogant Zhao Xiaohui: "If I could come up with that hundred billion, could you lead me to see the Heavenly Master?"