When Liu Peng heard the number Zhang Youfu reported, his mouth twitched, and he was utterly stunned.
"Daoist Zhang, what you're doing isn't right, is it?"
"You're the one who's wrong. This money isn't for me; it's for buying incense to honor the gods. As a Zhengyi Temple Daoist, don't you think the Three Pure Ancestors deserve respect?"
Taken aback by Zhang Youfu's high talk, Liu Peng felt as if he was caught between a rock and a hard place.
With so many people watching, if he didn't fork over the cash, Zhengyi Temple would lose face and tarnish its reputation.
"Daoist Zhang, please wait a moment, I need to make a call for instructions."
"No problem, but hurry up! The incense priced at 1999 is about to sell out, and then you'll have to buy the 2999 ones."
Liu Peng's mouth twitched, itching to kill Zhang Youfu right there.
But for the sake of his plan, Liu Peng held back and made a call to Zhou Jinbo, returning after a few minutes.
