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"Haha, Beauty Xiong, didn't you say you wanted a bodyguard? It seems that the bodyguards I brought this time meet your requirements," Qian Wenwu laughed, and the others joined in the laughter. Their playful banter was harmless.
After chatting for a while, the food arrived, and they shifted the topic back to the Sacred Mountain.
"Brother Wu, since this Sacred Mountain is so mystical, there must be many people who come to worship it, right?" Li Chengdu continued to inquire.
"Of course! Every year at the end of December, during sunset, the Sacred Mountain emits a golden light that turns the white snow into gold, resembling the golden halo above Buddha's head. It's truly extraordinary. Scientists have previously gone to investigate it, but there's a Tibetan Buddhist Monastery nearby, and the Lama there is the guardian of the mountain, preventing anyone from climbing it. However, the scientists eventually made it up there. They analyzed that it was due to sunlight and snow refraction. But I believe there must be something mystical about that mountain. I've heard many legends about it, especially from the local Tibetan people who firmly believe in its wonders. When we get closer tonight, I'll share more stories with you. For now, let's eat; we still have a journey ahead," Qian Wenwu said.
Once they finished eating, Jiang Chen also completed his meal. As they were about to leave in their cars, Jiang Chen stepped forward and smiled, "I heard you talking about the Sacred Mountain earlier. Would it be possible for me to join you and see it for myself?"
Qian Wenwu and the others looked at Jiang Chen, noticing his ordinary attire that suggested he was just another hiker on the Tibet Plateau.
"Hehe, the Sacred Mountain has nothing to do with you. Don't overthink it; let's go," Qian Wenwu said with a smile as he got into the car.
The others turned their attention away from Jiang Chen with indifferent expressions, showing disdain. As rich second-generation heirs, they naturally looked down on ordinary people. Besides, they had encountered too many hitchhikers along the way; although they weren't afraid of bad people, they preferred to avoid unnecessary trouble.
"I can offer you money; consider it a good deed while you're out," Jiang Chen said again with a smile.
"Do you think we're short on cash? But you're right; one should do good deeds when going out. Here’s two hundred yuan; take a taxi yourself. You should recognize our cars; they're not suitable for someone like you," Qian Wenwu said as he rolled down his Mercedes-Benz G-Class window and tossed two hundred yuan at Jiang Chen in a mocking tone.
"Qian Wenwu, stop wasting time with him; let's get going," Chen Shuifeng called impatiently from behind in a Lamborghini Ur.
"Alright, alright, kid, don't block the road; we're in a hurry," Qian Wenwu said dismissively.
In truth, Qian Wenwu and his friends' attitude was understandable; Jiang Chen wasn't really upset. He simply thought that meeting him was an opportunity for them, but it seemed that Qian Wenwu and his group didn't know how to appreciate it.
"Hey, I don't know if the Sacred Mountain can help fulfill your wishes, but perhaps I can help you achieve something. Are you really unwilling to give me a ride? It would be convenient for me and beneficial for you—just an opportunity?" Jiang Chen spoke again.
"Haha, are you trying to make me laugh? Have you been blown silly by this Tibet Plateau wind and sand?" Qian Wenwu laughed heartily before stepping on the gas and driving away first.
Jiang Chen stood by the roadside and shook his head slightly.
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