Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 330: Too Complicated

In the private restaurant.

Jiangli and Fu Shiyan sat together, while Xia Xin and Wen Zishu tactfully chose seats to the side.

While waiting for the gourmet food to be served, Jiangli and Fu Shiyan casually chatted about Jiao Yingyun’s situation.

Jiangli wanted to know how Jiao Yingyun was doing.

As Fu Shiyan poured Jiangli a glass of water, he said, "She contacted my secretary, and we’ve already started arranging a job for her."

Hearing this, Xia Xin’s eyes sparkled, genuinely happy for Jiao Yingyun.

Jiangli also nodded in agreement, "That’s good to hear."

Fu Shiyan smiled faintly, "According to the Abbot, considering her work experience, we’re arranging an appropriate job. The Abbot needn’t worry."

"Alright, then I’ll toast with tea instead of wine, a cup to Mr. Fu, thank you for your generous assistance!" Jiangli raised his glass of water and made a toast to Fu Shiyan from afar.

Fu Shiyan raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile on his lips, and picked up his glass to clink it against Jiangli’s in the air.

The two conversed happily.

The others seemed to merely serve as a backdrop.

Wen Zishu, who normally loved to talk, couldn’t find a chance to interject today and could only sulkily sit there, focusing on his meal.

By the time their gathering came to an end, it was already past eight o’clock. Shang Junxiao had just finished up as well, and he contacted Duan Jianchuan.

Duan Jianchuan relayed the message to Fu Shiyan. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

The group was just about to leave the front door of the private restaurant.

Fu Shiyan glanced at the time and said, "It’s so late, let him go back to rest. No need to come over, Jianchuan. Go pick him up, and be cautious these next few days."

Duan Jianchuan agreed, nodding, "Then I’ll head over now."

Fu Shiyan gave a nod of approval.

Duan Jianchuan nodded to Jiangli as a gesture of respect, then got into his car and drove off ahead of the others.

Seeing this, Fu Shiyan turned to Jiangli, "Abbot, let me give you a ride back."

Jiangli expressed his thanks and got into Fu Shiyan’s car.

As usual, Wen Zishu drove, with Xia Xin in the passenger seat.

The two exchanged glances, then looked at the pair sitting together in the back seat. At some point, it had become an unspoken agreement that they would sit in the front.

Meanwhile, at the same time.

At the entrance of Jiaoyang Temple, Yao Xuanhang and Cui Wenzhe were facing off with a high school student in a bit of a stare-down.

"You said you’re here to get what Talisman from the Abbot?" Yao Xuanhang looked at the young boy in front of him, short in stature, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, looking timid.

Yao Xuanhang and Cui Wenzhe had just returned from a walk and were checking to see if Jiangli and the others had come back. But as soon as they arrived at the entrance, they saw the young boy pacing back and forth, seemingly wanting to knock but too afraid to do so.

Upon questioning the boy, he said he was there to see the Abbot.

"Yes, that’s right..." Facing the two adult men, the high school student seemed somewhat scared or perhaps just shy, barely speaking up, "We talked online yesterday. The Abbot told me to come get a Calming Talisman... I, I came right after my evening tutoring class ended..."

Yao Xuanhang was quite surprised, "You’re just getting out of tutoring class now?" He checked the time; it was over eight o’clock.

These kids nowadays are really pushing themselves too hard.

The high school student’s face was visibly tired and downcast, "Yeah, I came here as soon as class ended. Isn’t the Abbot here?"

"Hmm..." Yao Xuanhang didn’t want to disappoint him, but had to say, "The Abbot is out on business and hasn’t returned yet. Though, we have keys. Do you want to come in and wait? I guess the Abbot should be back soon."

At this, the high school student glanced at his watch and murmured softly, "But my mom gets off work at ten, and she has to check my homework. I don’t have much time..."

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