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"Haha, Beauty Xiong, didn't you say you needed a bodyguard? The ones I brought this time seem to fit your criteria," Qian Wenwu laughed, and the others joined in the laughter. Their banter was harmless among friends.
After a while, as the food was served, they shifted the conversation back to the Sacred Mountain.
"Brother Wu, since this Sacred Mountain is so extraordinary, there must be many people who come to worship it, right?" Li Chengdu continued to ask.
"Of course! Every year at the end of December, during the evening hours, the Sacred Mountain emits a golden light that turns the white snow into a golden hue, resembling the golden halo above Buddha's head. It's truly mystical. Scientists have gone to investigate it before, but there's a Tibetan Buddhist Monastery nearby, and the Lamas there are the guardians of the mountain; they don't allow anyone to climb it. However, in the end, the scientists managed to go up. They analyzed that it was due to sunlight and snow refraction. But I believe there’s something extraordinary about that mountain. I've heard many legends about it, especially from the local Tibetan people who firmly believe in its mystique. Once night falls near the Sacred Mountain, I'll share more stories with you. For now, let's eat; we still have a journey ahead," Qian Wenwu said.
After they finished eating, Jiang Chen also wrapped up 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 and noticed his ordinary attire; he seemed like just another tourist hiking on the Tibetan Plateau.
"Hehe, the Sacred Mountain has nothing to do with you. Don't overthink it; let’s go," Qian Wenwu said with a chuckle as he got into his car.
The others turned their gazes away from Jiang Chen, their expressions indifferent and dismissive. As rich second-generation heirs, they naturally looked down on ordinary people. Moreover, they had encountered too many hitchhikers along their journey; while they weren't afraid of bad encounters, 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 money? 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 you," Qian Wenwu said as he rolled down his Mercedes-Benz G-Class window and tossed two hundred yuan at Jiang Chen with a mocking tone.
"Qian Wenwu, stop wasting time with him; let’s get moving," Chen Shuifeng called impatiently from behind in a Lamborghini Urus.
"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 angry about it. However, for Jiang Chen, encountering people like Qian Wenwu was an opportunity for them—one they didn’t seem to appreciate.
"Hey, I don’t know if the Sacred Mountain can help fulfill your wishes, but perhaps I can assist you in achieving something. Are you really unwilling to give me a ride? It would be convenient for me and beneficial for you—a chance worth taking?" Jiang Chen spoke again.
"Haha! Are you trying to make me laugh? Have you been blown silly by this Tibetan Plateau wind?" Qian Wenwu laughed heartily before stepping on the gas and driving off first.
Jiang Chen stood by the roadside and shook his head slightly.
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