The Way of Spiritual Journey

Chapter 25, Li Lang Distributes Rewards

Shi Butong lost the seat-grabbing contest, but he didn't go crazy; on the contrary, his mind was unusually clear at that moment.

"Young master, what do you think?" The woman in the white dress looked troubled. This matter of adding seats was unprecedented in Qifeng Tower. She had no say in the matter and could only look at Li Lang with pleading eyes.

"Is this alright?" However, Li Lang did not offer any help to the woman in the white dress, and instead passed the problem on to her as well.

The woman in the white dress was completely stunned. "This person is quite good-looking, but he's probably an idiot. He paid a fortune for this seat; surely no one would just let someone else have it for free?"

"This... I can't make this decision myself. I'd like to consult with the master." The woman in the white dress regained her composure.

"Okay." Li Lang nodded.

The woman in the white dress left in a hurry, and reappeared in everyone's sight a moment later.

"Okay." The woman in the white dress nodded directly to Li Lang without saying a word, indicating that she had received the approval of her master.

"Then let's add a seat." Li Lang nodded upon hearing the affirmative reply.

"Hehe, well, let's add two more. I have another friend who's a nice guy." At this moment, Shi Butong smiled slightly awkwardly and asked again tentatively.

"I see, that works then." Li Lang understood perfectly; he had already seen through Shi Butong's tricks, and simply nodded without showing any emotion.

"Haha, you're so generous! I knew you were extraordinary, brother. I've decided to be your friend. Please, two seats." Upon receiving the affirmative reply, Shi Butong's expression relaxed, and he laughed heartily.

"Brother Shi, I'm here! You're my idol!" At this moment, among the group of playboys, one of them held up a large handful of silver notes and ran towards them excitedly.

This person was the one who opened the market and solicited registrations; it turns out he and Shi Butong were in cahoots.

"Just as I thought." Li Lang watched with a slight smile. "These money-making methods are quite something."

"Depend on......"

"Grass......"

"Damn it..."

Inside the hall, there was a chorus of curses, all from those who had bet on Shi Butong's no-seat ticket and lost money.

Zhu Huaiyu, sitting at the table, saw this scene and his face turned bright red, as if he had eaten excrement.

This wasn't a case of winning a seat; it was a complete swindle by that bastard Shi Butong, leaving him speechless.

"Brother, brother, you're really something! We've struck it rich this time, we won a whole two thousand one hundred taels of silver!" After successfully adding seats, the two took their seats, and the young man who opened the betting pool was still excited and couldn't wait to start showing off his achievements.

"Tsk, Ma Zi, I always tell you to be honest and low-key. What are you doing? You're so impulsive. Don't let this brother laugh at you." Shi Butong glanced at Ma Zi, his brows furrowed slightly, his words carrying a rather earnest tone.

Ma Zi was taken aback, wondering what was going on? He hadn't done anything wrong.

Shi gave Chao Mazi a wink, and the latter understood and obediently shut up.

Of course, Li Lang didn't miss their little schemes, but he didn't say anything. He just smiled and looked at Shi Butong with a meaningful expression.

"Ahem, brother, thank you for inviting us to sit down. We won't say anything else, but this hundred taels of silver is our way of thanking you. Let's all be friendly and amicable, and we hope you will accept it."

When Shi Butong saw the look Li Lang gave him, he looked slightly embarrassed, but his actions were without hesitation. He took a hundred-tael silver note from Ma Zi's hand and handed it over, then quietly looked at Li Lang.

Shi Butong's meaning was very clear: accept the money, and let's not hurt feelings; consider it making friends. Otherwise...

Li Lang remained silent, only chuckled softly, then extended two fingers, gently pinched the banknote, and casually shook it, feeling that it was not a banknote, but an ordinary piece of white paper.

Seeing that Li Lang had accepted the money, Shi Butong and the other man breathed a sigh of relief; the matter had finally come to a satisfactory conclusion.

Li Lang waved again to the woman in the white dress not far away, and she quickly came over.

"Thank you for tonight. Take this and buy yourself some new clothes." Li Lang's smile was warm and his words gentle and kind, and his generosity was almost inhuman. One hundred taels of silver were given away just like that.

The woman in the white dress trembled violently, staring at Li Lang in shock, unable to believe what she was seeing.

In places of pleasure, it's not uncommon to find people who are generous, but to have such audacity in tipping a mere maid is something I've never even heard of, let alone seen.

"Miss, is it too little?" Li Lang chuckled inwardly when he saw the woman in the white dress standing there dumbfounded; this was exactly the effect he wanted. So, his eyes and brows were full of smiles, and his gentle voice became even softer.

"No, no, young master, this is too much. Rou'er dares not accept it." The woman in the white dress came back to her senses, her words tinged with a sense of bewilderment.

However, the woman in the white dress was not the only one at a loss. Shi Butong and Ma Zi also stared wide-eyed, not understanding what Li Lang meant.

The young nobles present whispered amongst themselves, speculating about who Li Lang was and why his actions were so extraordinary.

You know, they've tipped maids before, but only with two or three taels of silver. They've never even heard of a tipping one hundred taels.

Not only them, but even those who were already seated at the four tables cast curious and admiring glances at Li Lang.

Zhu Huaiyu, who was at the last table, also cast a glance over. Of course, it was a displeased glance. Tonight, he had even taken out the gold notes he used to suppress his anger, but he had left people with the impression of being a wronged child.

In contrast, Li Lang was different. He used other people's banknotes to make a name for himself, and he did so flawlessly.

"Your name is Rou'er?" Li Lang's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something. He then grabbed Rou'er's hand, forcefully stuffing the silver note into it, and took the opportunity to gently stroke her hand a few times. A look of relish appeared on his face. "Hmm, so delicate and soft, like a spring onion, indeed very gentle!"

Rou'er blushed, hurriedly withdrew her hand, secretly spat, then quickly performed a deep curtsy of thanks and left in a panic.

"Huh—" Upon seeing this scene, the group of playboys present collectively burst into laughter.

Of course, there was no malice in those sneers. We're all in the same boat; we've already given away a lot of money, so it's only right that we touch hands a few times. Otherwise, it would really be a bit like someone trying to act big.

Those who act superior are cutting themselves off from heaven and earth, and will be struck by lightning.

At this moment, the way everyone looked at Li Lang changed, and they all secretly thought, "This guy is not bad; we can get to know him."

At this moment, Shi Butong was in a real awkward position. Li Lang had played this move extremely well. By taking the money, he had essentially failed to save face for the former.

As for giving the money back to the maid, it was because Li Lang couldn't let people look down on him. He was a man who cared about his reputation, and he didn't care about this small amount of money.

That's why he came here tonight.