The Boss of the Boss

The old monk pushed him toward the door. "You'll figure it out. Don't waste this gift you've been given."

The door swung open.

Assistant Cheng, who had been waiting outside, immediately straightened up, as did the young monk who had led Fei Chuan to the prayer room earlier.

Fei Chuan turned back. "Can't you just tell me? I'll expand the temple and make sure you receive donations every month for as long as any of my company stands." He spoke solemnly.

Assistant Cheng, who had been mentally preparing to step in and apologize in case his boss became too disrespectful, froze at what he just heard.

What did he just say? Donation?!

His boss—who refused to even greet monks, let alone give them a single cent—was now offering monthly donations?!