The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

Paul digested Ye Zhibing's words, and then smiled, "Oh, did Mr. Ye go up the mountain to find Master Huo for something?"

Ye Zhibing didn't deny Paul's words, and continued, "Yes, I went up the mountain to find Master Huo to get something."

Paul believed Ye Zhibing now, "Mr. Ye, then I will accompany you to find Master Huo."

Ye Zhibing thought to himself, there is no problem going, but Master Huo doesn't have what Paul wants, so how to deal with it at that time will take a lot of thinking.

But that's for tomorrow, let's get through tonight first.

Maybe tomorrow with a little wit, the crisis will be over, maybe.

"Okay, no problem, let's get up together tomorrow."

Ye Zhibing readily agreed to Paul's request.

Paul was very happy, and was about to thank Ye Zhibing when he heard the little Taoist shout: "Dear friends, dinner is ready."

Ye Zhibing was hungry, so he changed the subject, "Mr. Paul, where is your guide? Let's go eat together."

Paul said yes, and shouted a few times towards the room where the guide lived, and saw the guide open the door sleepily and walk out of the room.

Ye Zhibing smiled at the guide in a friendly manner and told him, "It's time for dinner."

The guide was also very happy. It was so late and he was hungry, so he agreed.

The three followed the little Taoist priest to the dining room of the Taoist temple.

The dining room is actually a small room next to the kitchen, with a few long tables and a few wooden benches, very simple.

The little Taoist smiled at the three of them, "Fellow Taoists, find a seat and sit down. I'll go to the kitchen and ask my brother to deliver the food."

Seeing that the little Taoist priest was very friendly and cute, Paul called to stop the little Taoist priest who was going to the kitchen.

"My friend, you have been so kind to us, I think it is necessary for me to give you some tips."

Ye Zhibing knew that tipping is a rule and habit of foreigners, so he stood aside and watched Paul quietly.

Be generous or petty.

Paul took out a bulging wallet from his pocket and opened it in front of everyone, revealing a thick stack of US dollar bills and several hundred-dollar bills inside.

Ye Zhibing was also amazed, why did Paul carry so much cash with him, and showed it to everyone.

Those U.S. bills are all in hundred-dollar bills, such a thick stack, at least tens of thousands of U.S. bills, very valuable.

Coupled with multiple black cards, it seems that Paul's purse is very thick.

Mr. Paul took out two hundred-yuan bills and prepared to give them to the little Taoist priest.

Unexpectedly, when the little Taoist saw the other coins in Paul's wallet, his eyes widened and he was almost drooling.

This appearance made Ye Zhibing sigh slightly, isn't this damaging the image of the Chinese people?
In front of foreigners, at least you have to show a little demeanor. It's not good to look at other people's money so greedily.

But Ye Zhibing is a guest of this Taoist temple, so it is not easy to come forward and reprimand the little Taoist priest.

Not to mention reprimanding one's own people in front of outsiders.

Although he felt uncomfortable, Ye Zhibing held back.

Paul discovered the little Taoist's actions and knew that he had taken a fancy to the banknotes in his wallet.

He smiled, as if deliberately teasing the little Taoist: "Do you like dollar bills?"

The little Taoist nodded unabashedly, "Yes."

Paul glanced at Ye Zhibing in a blink of an eye, smiled smugly, and then took out three hundred-dollar bills, which together with the original two hundred-dollar bills totaled five bills, and handed them to the little Taoist priest.

The little Taoist reached out to grab it without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, Paul suddenly withdrew his hand holding the banknote, leaving the little Taoist priest with a blank hand.

The little Taoist felt a little embarrassed, frowned and asked Paul, "Didn't you agree to give it to me? Why doesn't it count?"

Paul laughed, "Yes, I want to give it to you. However, I suddenly changed my mind. I don't want to give it to you together. I want to give it to you one by one."

The little Taoist thought about it, what is the difference between giving together and giving one by one, isn't it all for yourself?
If you think so, it is obvious that the little Taoist misunderstood Paul.

Paul pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and as soon as he let go, the bill fluttered to the ground.

The little Taoist didn't understand Paul's meaning, "Fellow Taoist, did you ask me to pick it up before it belongs to me?"

Paul nodded, "Little friend, you are very smart, that's exactly what I mean."

The little Taoist hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and saw that there were only Ye Zhibing and the guide, and no Taoists, so he gritted his teeth, bent over and picked up the hundred-yuan bill and quickly put it into his pocket.

Paul pulled out another card, threw it on the ground, and looked at the little Taoist priest.

The little Taoist didn't care about the second time after the first time, and continued to bend over to pick up the big bills and put them in his pocket.

Paul did the same, and left the remaining three big bills on the ground one by one, watching the little Taoist pick up the money he threw like a monkey.

After picking up the money, the little Taoist quickly turned around and left.

Ye Zhibing kept looking at the little Taoist priest without saying a word, until when he saw the little Taoist priest leave, the moment he turned around, he saw a look of resentment in his eyes.

Therefore, Ye Zhibing felt that what Paul did was unethical, a good thing, and he insisted on causing people to have opinions on him.

Although I didn't put it forward, the opinions hidden in my heart are still opinions, and the ghost knows when it will explode.

After playing with the little Taoist priest, Paul felt at ease, so he graciously helped Ye Zhibing move the bench and asked Ye Zhibing to sit down.

Ye Zhibing thoughtfully exchanged polite words with Paul, and then sat down.

Not long after the little Taoist went to the kitchen, he took a middle-aged Taoist and brought out several pots with food in them, and invited everyone to eat.

The food was not very good, but considering the limited conditions here, Ye Zhibing started to eat happily.

After eating, Paul took out his wallet to tip another Taoist priest.

This time he didn't play tricks on him, but he just took out his wallet, and after showing off his rich assets, he gave him a change note of 20 yuan.

Originally, how much money was given to this matter was his wish, but the middle-aged Taoist priest seemed to have heard what the little Taoist priest had said just now. Although he took the money, he was obviously unhappy.

Paul didn't care if he was happy or not, he gave a tip, which was already a gentleman's behavior, and he shouldn't be grateful.

He respectfully invited Ye Zhibing to go back to his room with him.

Ye Zhibing went back with Paul and the guide.

Not long after returning to his room, Ye Zhibing felt that he should take a bath, but he didn't know where to find the bathroom.

Just as I was about to open the door to ask someone from the Taoist temple, I heard noises from the next door. Paul was living next door to him.

Ye Zhibing couldn't figure out what this Paul was up to, so he eavesdropped on the wall for a while.

Only then did I figure out that it was the little Taoist priest who was in Paul's room, but their voices were so low that Ye Zhibing couldn't hear what they were saying clearly.