Chapter 11
The group of men with weak crowns were all wearing silk and satin gowns, and they looked very wealthy. Facing their request, Lin Zhao just agreed. "The poor monk has received the proposals from all benefactors for the development of this monastery." A few impatient ones stepped forward, forced them to the desk where the lottery was released, and asked, "When will the squatter be repaired?" Lin Zhao couldn't help moving like the wind, his face is still calm, his eyes are peaceful, and the corners of his mouth are smiling. "The poor monk doesn't know either." Hitting a nail that was neither soft nor hard, the wealthy young masters couldn't press him anymore, they were not robbers, and no matter how much they wanted, they had to respect their masters. They all backed out slowly. One was of medium height, with a round body, and his eyes were cleverly placed at the back, and he retracted his legs before stepp