Gong Hong couldn't let this deal fall through—how could he let go of the delicious meal just as it was about to be served? But recalling that earlier, they had demanded a staggering jump—from 100,000 to 1 million—she felt uneasy and said, "Actually, 100,000 would be fine! 100,000 would be fine!" The big-bearded director and Wang Accounting were delighted. The big-bearded director immediately reported to Gao Huang and then turned to Gong Hong, saying, "Hey! Actually, we only need to take a few shots—we can do it entirely within the studio!" Worried that the deal might fall apart, Gong Hong quickly panicked and said, "I can reduce the price! I can reduce it even further!" The big-bearded director added that they would need to consult with the investors. After a phone call, he held up his hands and said, "We're dropping the project—because recently, the news has been running this story everywhere. We're afraid the influx of audiences will affect our filming schedule." "Gong Honglai nodded, yes, that made sense. But this greedy fellow—knowing that recently many viewers have come specifically to see the temple, bringing in a steady stream of visitors, and that the temple's offerings—receiving guests, providing lodging, and meals—have been generating substantial profits—well, if the 'Dream Broken at the Red Chamber' production team doesn't stay, how could he possibly make a profit? This is no small income. So he asked the tall director, 'Alright, you stay and film then! I won't charge you anything! I won't charge you anything!' From initially demanding 100,000, to 1 million, then back down to 100,000, and finally to zero—shouldn't that be enough to secure the deal? Yet after a phone call with the investors, the tall director sighed and said, 'The investors say they're now confident, because during filming, the viewers have caused quite a bit of inconvenience and disrupted our schedule.' 'How about this,' Gong Honglai wiped the sweat from his forehead, 'we charge the visitors a ticket fee to come and watch the filming, and split the revenue equally—50% each The director with the full beard finally made a phone call in front of everyone, then, with a look of resignation, said to Gong Hong, "Well, that's lucky for you!" "So you're staying, then? Staying? Excellent! Excellent!" Gong Hong had come this time with the intention of serving the growing number of pilgrims from all over the country visiting the Shaolin Temple, while also observing the filming of the television series *Dream Broken at the Red Chamber* and personally engaging in face-to-face conversations with well-known Chinese film and television stars—thus allowing her to raise the fees, even though the revenue would be split five-fifty. As the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, she had the authority to set her own pricing. This way, her personal finances would improve significantly. My goal as abbot is to become the wealthiest abbot in Shaolin Temple's history. Now that the entire country is striving for prosperity and a better standard of living, I want to seize this opportunity and make my own share of gains—move toward a comfortable life. And while I'm at it, I'll also find a beautiful wife. Who nowadays still lives a life of quiet devotion under a single lamp and ancient Buddha images? I want color The production team began filming, with the director with the big beard leading the original cast of "Dreaming of the Red Chamber" to quickly capture scenes at several well-known sites within the Shaolin Temple. This immediately attracted a large number of tourists arriving from all over the country. Gong Honglai raised the ticket price from 50 yuan to 100 yuan, and then further increased it to 150 yuan. Yet, the higher the ticket price, the more visitors came—because "Dreaming of the Red Chamber" is a television series that has captured the attention of audiences across the entire nation. Most visitors came specifically to watch the filming, and if they missed it, they would feel they had lost a significant opportunity. Therefore, no matter how expensive the tickets were, people still came to see the show. Each evening, Gong Honglai counted the stacks of colorful bills, feeling particularly delighted. "Ha! I'm rich now! Daily revenue amounts to 100,000 yuan, with a 50-50 split—so I make 50,000. If the production stays for 20 days, I'll have 1 million! Ha! Then I'll keep 10 That night, Gong Honglai went to sleep holding the 100,000 yuan in his hands. The next morning, one of his disciples reported: "Master! Master! The former practicing monk has arrived! He immediately said he wanted to see Hongda the Abbot!" "Oh? It's Gao Liang! Good! Good! I've been looking for him everywhere! Last time he stayed at Shaolin for nearly a month, always making me feel embarrassed. This time, I'll really give him a good dressing-down!" Gong Honglai shattered the teacup handed to him by another disciple, his eyes filled with envy and resentment. Raising both hands, he roared, "That old man should have died long ago! Once he's gone, I'll become the Abbot, and then you all will follow me—enjoying fine food and fine living, prosperity for the whole family! Hah! Hah! Go! You! Go to the rear mountain and lock up the divine cave where that old man is staying. Stop delivering meals to him for these days—let him starve! Better still, let him starve to death! Hah! With Gao Liang here, I'm going "Gong Honglai's laughter had not yet subsided when a disciple rushed in. "Report the Master—Gao Liang has arrived!" "How come you didn't stop him?" Gong Honglai's face was as pale as iron. "We simply couldn't hold him back—his Diamond Fist technique is simply too powerful!" The messenger pointed to a bruise on his face, a clear blue mark from the punch. Usually, this disciple had taken advantage of Gong Honglai's dependence on him, acting arrogant and domineering—walking with his nose in the air, making others afraid of him whenever he passed. He would behave recklessly and impose his will. To those who directly approached the Master, he demanded bribes; without them, he wouldn't even let them through. Not this time—when Gao Liang arrived and asked to see Gong Honglai, the man immediately stretched out his greedy hands, saying, "Our Master isn't someone you can just walk in and see—he must go through me, report to me, report to me, do you understand? I can't just let my legs run in vain!" High Liang felt a deep resentment. Back when he had only spent a month studying at the Shaolin Temple, Master Hong Da—the abbot of Shaolin—had never treated it this way. Clearly, this was all due to the influence of Gong Hong. If things continued like this, Shaolin’s centuries-old reputation would be ruined by Gong Hong’s arrival. So, he suppressed his anger and gestured, saying, “Come here!” Naturally, the plump monk reported that Gao Liang had arrived, weeping bitterly and emotionally distraught in front of Gong Honglai, constantly flattery and showing off to his master. Seeing his young protegé being bullied by his long-time rival, the master grew furious: "Well then! Gao Liang! Gao Liang! This time you've come—by heaven, I'll have you dead!" With that, he delivered a solid iron palm strike that shattered the newly-made oak square table right in the center. "Hear me now, Gong Honglai! What a bold claim! Come, let's settle this!" Gao Liang regained his composure and stepped forward with determination. Gong Honglai chuckled heartily, a subtle, barely perceptible smile playing on his lips as Gao Liang entered, his nose coldly sniffing, and said to him, "Hah! With your mere third-rate skills, do you think you can beat me? Go back to your mother's womb!" "High light can't bear anyone disrespects his mother. Damn it, Gong Hong has to be scolded—otherwise, with his such arrogance and self-importance, he simply doesn't behave like a proper host. Many disciples have been spoiled by such hosts. I'm determined to uphold justice. High Light roared, "Fine! Let's pick a date—battle in three days!" "Agreed! At the rear mountain peak, Tian Du Peak! Young man, you're finished! Hahahaha!" "Don't get too confident yet! I've already won!" High Light stood face-to-face with Gong Hong, their positions sharp and tense, neither willing to yield. This caused arguments and physical altercations between the crew members and the disciples who insisted on being searched, especially the young and beautiful female actors, who couldn't bear to be searched by the handsome, attractive monks assigned by Gong Hong. As Dong Jiao and her usual sisters passed by, one of the monks actually spilled saliva.