Chapter 5: Snow Ear Mushrooms Worth Three Million per Bag

Feng Ye stared, his eyes fixed, and another curse slipped out: "Holy sh*t!"

Qin Jingchen suddenly opened his eyes, and Feng Ye immediately corrected himself: "Holy—I mean, I'll go get her some tissues!"

Feng Ye’s hand was blocked.

He looked at Qin Jingchen in surprise, only to hear the sound of the prayer beads, which usually never ceased, stop with a *click*.

After a silence of several seconds, the sound of the beads resumed, but the rhythm was not as calm and steady as usual.

Qin Jingchen handed his own towel to Jiang Zhe: "Please accept my apology on behalf of my driver. Use this."

The muddy stains dyed Jiang Zhe’s fair, slender legs with mottled marks, evoking a desire to ruin something.

It also caused the sound of Qin Jingchen’s prayer beads to falter slightly.

The driver and Feng Ye were stunned.

Qin Jingchen was giving his own towel to a stranger?

Was it really necessary? A tissue would have solved the problem.

The key was, that fox... no, that girl, she didn't even take it!

Jiang Zhe looked up, her eyes meeting Qin Jingchen’s. The man’s stunning, high-impact features entered her line of sight.

She recognized him as the man she had seen on the bus yesterday; his two apologies could be considered sincere.

"Forget it, no need."

She opened her bag and pulled out a tissue.

The snow ear fungus she hadn't taken out yesterday was flipped out, revealing a corner.

Qin Jingchen’s gaze narrowed slightly: "Pardon my intrusion, but where did you buy this snow... mushroom?"

Jiang Zhe looked down. This was the snow ear fungus Jiang Yaowang had wanted to give to Jiang Fanyue yesterday. Since Jiang Fanyue didn't want it, she had stuffed it in her bag and forgotten to take it out; it was hers now.

"Found it," Jiang Zhe said calmly, her cheeks moving slightly.

"Since you found it, why not sell it to me?" Qin Jingchen opened the car door and stood beside Jiang Zhe.

The slender girl wasn't short, but in front of him, she barely reached his chin.

Feng Ye thought "Holy sh*t" again in his heart. Was this still the same Master Qin who was devoted to Buddhism and completely uninterested in women?

"Sure," Jiang Zhe agreed immediately.

The thing was just taking up space in her bag anyway.

"Two bags, give me thirty," Jiang Zhe said, generously pulling them out.

Qin Jingchen reached out: "A gentleman does not take what others love; one bag is enough."

His fingers were very slender, his nails trimmed round and neat, clean and tidy.

Jiang Zhe pulled up her payment code and handed it to him.

Seeing him scan it, Jiang Zhe put her phone away without much thought and walked forward.

Hearing the payment notification sound, Jiang Zhe looked down and glanced at it. The amount received was three million!

Five zeros more than what she had asked for.

With such a large difference, it couldn't have been a slip of the finger.

She turned back, but the luxury car had already glided away.

Rich people!

Did he recognize that it was snow ear fungus?

It was normal for someone that rich to recognize it.

It was just that the number made her feel slightly uncomfortable.

In the car, Feng Ye held that bag of pitch-black mushrooms, doubting his life: "Such a big bag! Such a big bag!"

He had only seen a bag of snow ear fungus this large back when production hadn't dropped.

In the years since the decline, it had become truly hard to find.

"Brother Chen, I’m not questioning your judgment; what you’ve set your sights on must be right. But snow ear fungus looks black, cooks up black, and doesn't have any special taste when eaten. Many people who have tried it can't even describe its texture, which makes it hard to distinguish the real from the fake on the black market. How did you recognize it at a glance?" Feng Ye looked left and right. Could Brother Chen have been blinded by beauty and made a misjudgment?

"Won't we know once we eat it?" Qin Jingchen’s voice was calm, yet possessed an indisputable firmness.

"True. Anyway, it’s just a mushroom; it won't do any harm to eat it. I hope that after Grandma Qin eats it, she can at least sleep peacefully for a few nights."

...

Jiang Zhe arrived at Huaishu Street Middle School quickly. Class time had already started. She reached her dormitory, but there were still people inside who hadn't gotten up.

Accustomed to this environment, she sat down at her desk, took out her phone, and logged into a webpage.

She checked the tasks posted there and casually selected three.

Immediately, a message came in.

*Yang Feiliu Won't Fly: Little Zhe, you're only taking these few tasks? This only adds up to nine million. Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken?*

*J: My hands are itching.*

*Yang Feiliu Won't Fly:...*

*Yang Feiliu Won't Fly: Last time Country F offered a billion for you to take out the neighboring country's military radar system, I didn't see your hands itching.*

*J: A gentleman loves wealth, but obtains it in the right way.*

Yang Feiliu Won't Fly’s lips twitched. A gentleman...

Jiang Zhe closed the chat box and began to complete the tasks casually.

Fifteen seconds later, the three tasks were finished.

*Yang Feiliu Won't Fly: Abnormal hand speed!*

*Ding*, a notification of nine million arriving appeared on Jiang Zhe’s phone.

She took a look and transferred it, along with the previous three million, into an account.

...

The September sun was still a bit blinding, and the afternoon heat made one inexplicably irritable.

Jiang Zhe carried her bag out of school, bought some things at a pharmacy, and then arrived at a corner of the farmers' market.

A woman in her early fifties was hauling oil and rice onto a small truck, sweating profusely.

Jiang Zhe walked up and lifted several heavy items, placing them onto the truck.

"Little Zhe, leave it, I'll do it!" She hurried over.

Jiang Zhe didn't stop and quickly finished loading the items for her.

"Are you alone again?" Jiang Zhe asked.

"The new aunties hired at the home complained about the poor environment and quit. The others have to take care of the children, don't they?" She smiled very magnanimously. "But let me tell you, we just received a huge donation of 12 million, from that same anonymous philanthropist. This time, the library, the playground, and the therapy equipment are all covered. When the time comes, hiring a few more aunties will be a breeze."

She spoke with a smile. Seeing that Jiang Zhe didn't seem to care, she stopped talking and handed a bottle of water to Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe took it and opened her bag: "Auntie Kang, these medicines are for the children."

Auntie Kang was the director of the orphanage. When Jiang Zhe was there, she had spent her earliest days under Auntie Kang’s care.

Director Kang took the medicine and saw that the usage and dosage were carefully categorized on the labels, with some even having the children's names written on them.

The children in the orphanage who were physically and mentally sound had basically all been adopted.

The ones left all had irreversible congenital diseases and needed to take medicine year-round, making the cost of medicinal materials very high.

She smiled: "That's great. Your medicine is always more effective. But Little Zhe, you have to take care of yourself first. I heard you moved out of the Jiang family?"

"Small matter." After giving the medicine, Jiang Zhe casually stuffed the remaining bag of snow ear fungus into Director Kang’s hands. "Take this back to nourish your body."

Director Kang treasured the items and put them away. The quality and effect of the things Jiang Zhe gave were always different from what could be bought on the market.

"By the way, Little Zhe, if you see Xiao Meng, help me persuade her. I think her mental state has been very poor lately."