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Chapter 50: Does Iq Need To Be Taxed? Shen Fei Will Never Suffer!

Chapter 50: Does IQ need to be taxed? Shen Fei will never suffer!

"The title talks about the injury to the back of Buddha's head. There were so many bumps on Buddha's head. How could the back of his head be injured? Shen Fei, what you're saying is that this title doesn't hold water at all, right?"

Fang Qiuwan seemed to have discovered something remarkable.

There was a light in his eyes, an expression of understanding.

Shen Fei subconsciously glanced at the tall golden Buddha in front of him.

Showing a look of pity.

"Buddha, I'm sorry for you!"

…

"Has any donor figured out the answer?"

After waiting for a long time and receiving no reply, Yan Qing couldn't help but ask.

"Sleep on your stomach?"

Someone made a sound to test.

Yan Qing shook his head helplessly.

"Sleep on your side?"

Yan Qing shook his head again.

"Sleeping while sitting?"

"Sleeping standing up?"

Everyone has talked about various postures, and by the end of the performance, I didn't even bother to shake my head.

"Alas~"

Seeing that there was no normal person with up to standard IQ, Shen Fei couldn't help but sigh.

Finally stood up.

"The back of my head is injured, so of course I slept with my eyes closed!"

0.0!

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes widened.

"Wu Cao? Is it him again?"

"Visual IQ is 180! It can't be any less! If it's any less, I'll be sorry for my IQ of 160!"

"Ah! Sleep with your eyes closed...the point is actually to sleep! Damn it!"

Fang Qiuwan covered her head with a look of regret.

Shen Fei is already used to these two people's stupid heads.

Before Yan Qing could say anything, Shen Fei walked up silently.

He put his hand into the basin and dipped it.

Then he walked back expressionlessly.

Acquiescing to Shen Fei's behavior, Yan Qing continued to the next question.

“What will a butterfly become when it gets fat?”

Hearing this, Shen Fei, who was extremely disappointed with everyone, no longer gave them any time to think.

He said directly: "Butterfly!"

"Why did you say that when you attacked a city in ancient times, you would kill all the chickens and dogs but leave no one behind?"

Shen Fei: "Additional food!"

"What can I use to solve all mysteries?"

Shen Fei: "The answer!"

…

Ten questions are over.

Shen Fei wiped his fingers that were already turning white.

He accepted the adoring gazes of everyone present without any expression on his face.

Yan Qing looked at Shen Fei with an equally complicated look.

Why is it this guy? Is there any reason for this?

"I have to say that Donor Shen and my Buddha are really destined! Don't worry if you haven't bathed in the Buddha's light. Next, we will distribute the benefits of our Buddha Bathing Festival to each invited guest!"

After Yan Qing finished speaking, a group of young monks, each holding a donation box, appeared in front of everyone.

"The legendary fundraising incense ceremony?"

Seeing this battle, Shen Fei immediately thought of the donation mentioned by Mr. Yuan before.

See you soon!

There were nearly a thousand invited guests in the venue, but none of them had any strange expressions, and they were even a little eager to try.

After all donation boxes are ready.

Yan Qing then smiled and said to the guests: "It is a consistent tradition of the Buddha Bathing Festival to donate incense. As the same saying goes, you don't need to spend a lot of money, just do what you want! It is necessary to remind you that we will donate the money to the fifty people who have raised the most money." The names of the pilgrims and the amount of donations will be announced for passing pilgrims to pay their respects! Lingyun Temple will give a consecrated Buddhist gift to all pilgrims who participate in the donation!"

"I announce that the fundraising has begun!"

As soon as Yan Qing finished speaking, people at the venue spontaneously formed a long queue.

"Hey, people are really stupid and have too much money! Are there people queuing up to give away money?"

"This is marketing! Lingyun Temple is very smart. The posting of the top 50 list instantly aroused the desire for comparison among these rich people!"

"In addition to your name, if you disclose the amount of donations, you don't dare to donate too little! Tsk, no wonder Lingyun Temple is as big as it is now!"

"So, the current Monk Temple can be said to be a for-profit enterprise. The key is that one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. Those of us who don't believe in Buddhism have nothing to say!"

"There's really nothing to say. I just see them using the banner of compassion and saying things to save all sentient beings, but doing things that are more philistine than anyone else. This feeling... ha, I just don't feel good!"

"Hahaha, the key point is that so many people believe it, are you angry or not?"

"It feels like this money is the IQ tax they pay!"

Lingyun Temple's behavior really aroused the audience's disgust.

Looking at the celebrities in front of me putting checks into the donation box one by one.

Shen Fei touched his pocket silently.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, do you have any cash with you?"

"Cash? Who carries cash when they go out now?"

Hearing Shen Fei's words, Yuan Xiaoyu was a little confused.

"I have a few change here. I originally planned to throw it into the wishing fountain..."

Fang Qiuwan took out a few coins from his bag.

Shen Fei took one from it.

"Thanks!"

"Hey, Shen Fei, why do you want cash?"

Hearing Xiaoyu's question, Shen Fei smiled.

"What else can I do? Donate money!"

As he spoke, he ignored everyone's dull gazes.

He jumped in line and walked to a merit box, and threw the coin in under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Then he shamelessly took away a consecrated gift from the bewildered young monk.

This line was a textbook shameless act and shocked the jaws of everyone present.

The noisy venue was eerily quiet for a time.

"Mist grass! It's great!"

"Hahaha, that's how it feels! I'm back, I'm all back! Shen Fei Niu beep~ [Broken Sound]"

"Although you don't have much money, don't you feel a little... gan, piao, liang with this dollar? Hahahaha~"

"The key point is that Shen Fei also took gifts from people... Is his IQ subject to tax? He, Shen Fei, will never suffer!"

"Oh my belly, Shen Fei, can we have some baggage? Then you are also an anchor with millions of fans! How can you make us face our identity as your fans [face covering]"

"Because of that cross talk, who knew it turned out to be a bottomless pit! Shen Fei, let me out!"

"You can buy a bottle of wine worth 800,000 yuan, and you can give it away without frowning. With this dollar of yours... you really have to force the Buddha to appear, right?"

"Hey, this is what you want, don't let it get used to you. This Lingyun Temple has grasped the vanity of these people. I really don't know how much profit they have made over the years. I just don't know whether they will pay taxes on the incense money raised from donations. !【funny】"

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Gulu~

I don't know if he swallowed his saliva.

There was finally a sound in the strange hall.

Everyone slowly recovered from their sluggishness.

Thinking of Shen Fei's previous operation that made no sense at all.

Everyone's eyes came to Master Yan Qing.

The latter's big face turned red.

By doing this, Shen Fei slapped him in the face in public.

Is it tolerable or not, Yan Qing, I can bear it!

"Mist grass?"

Seeing the redness on Yan Qing's face gradually receding.