At the beginning, he crossed over to become the cannon fodder villain's father

Zhao Chengfeng couldn't help being a little puzzled, is there something unspeakable about hosting?
"Host, you'd better just tell me, is there any difficulty?" He saw that the expression on the host's face seemed to be a bit embarrassed, so he asked proactively.

"Oh, Qing Shui, I really didn't intend to tell you these things, but since you asked now, I can only tell you!"

The host then continued.

"Our Shaolin Temple is very poor now. In the past, if the funds in the temple were relatively sufficient, I would give them some subsidies!"

"But now, let alone subsidies, it would be nice to be able to eat enough!"

The host's words sounded so helpless.

In fact, Shaolin Temple has always relied on the incense money from pilgrims to maintain its livelihood, and sometimes it is invited by some people to do rituals and so on to earn some money.

This was quite popular in the past when the society was not very developed, so life in Shaolin Temple is quite good.

But with the development of society, there are fewer and fewer pilgrims, and even fewer people can come to Shaolin Temple to offer incense in person.

Moreover, there are almost no people who invite monks to do ceremonies.

So the quality of life in Shaolin Temple has been getting worse year by year.

Zhao Chengfeng was a little surprised when he heard it, no wonder he saw such a scene just now.

Therefore, Zhao Chengfeng also decided to help Shaolin Temple.

Although he said that he has nothing to do with Shaolin Temple, after all, he has been with the host for so long, and Shaolin Temple has helped him a lot.

And in some matters, Shaolin Temple has always supported him, which also saved him from a lot of pressure from public opinion.

"Master, if this is the case, then I can't stand by and watch. After all, I am also a member of Shaolin Temple. If Shaolin Temple encounters difficulties, I must help!"

Zhao Chengfeng said, and then directly took out a check from his pocket.

"Master, here is 1000 million. I funded the Shaolin Temple. I hope to improve the living conditions of the monks in the Shaolin Temple. Please don't think too little, the host!"

"No, no, Qing Shui, this is absolutely unacceptable!"

"Your money is all earned by you. I can't ask for your money. Take it back!"

The host refused to ask for Zhao Chengfeng's money even if he said nothing, and directly rejected his funding.

Seeing that the host's attitude was very firm, Zhao Chengfeng couldn't say anything else, he could only take back the check.

But this does not mean that he no longer manages Shaolin Temple.

If sending money to Shaolin Temple is not enough, then it is better to give Shaolin Temple the opportunity to make money.

Therefore, Zhao Chengfeng couldn't help thinking about how to help the Shaolin Temple people earn money so that they can improve their own living conditions.

At the beginning, he thought of martial arts.

After all, there are several monks from Shaolin Temple serving as martial arts masters in his own martial arts gym, and it is also very good to get a salary.

But after thinking about it, the salary of this martial arts gym seems to be just a drop in the bucket for the entire Shaolin Temple, and it can't solve any substantive problems at all.

So Zhao Chengfeng could only think of another way.

He thought, during this time, he has been dealing with antiques.

So he also understood that now because of the rise of the antique industry, the escort industry has also stood up again.

Quite right, antique dealers and some antique collectors, after buying an antique overseas, will use these marks to send antiques to each other for safety reasons.

As for the price, it must be very expensive, and the wages of the martial arts competition hall must be much higher.

Moreover, Zhao Chengfeng felt that if he was allowed to do this business, he would definitely not just send antiques to each other.

After all, there is still a job now, which is the security industry, which can provide bodyguard services to some celebrities to ensure their safety, and can also escort some important people with precious jewelry.

Therefore, if Zhao Chengfeng opens a brand new security company, it will not only provide security services for those stars, but also send jewelry to some wealthy people, and also send antiques to some antique dealers.

In this way, many aspects are carried out at the same time, and the business must be very impressive.

Moreover, Zhao Chengfeng also learned that the salary in this security industry is not low, and it must be enough for these monks to support themselves.

In this way, it can bring great convenience to Shaolin Temple and greatly improve their quality of life.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chengfeng immediately told the host about his idea.

"Host, I know that you will definitely not want the money I give you, but if I don't help the temple, I will definitely feel sorry."

"So I was thinking just now, I can start a security company and let the monks in the temple go to work in the company, and those monks can serve as security personnel!"

"Being bodyguards for some celebrities, giving each other some valuables and so on, so that you can get a lot of commission, do you think it's okay?"

When the host heard this, he couldn't help but fell into hesitation.

Finally, seeing the sincerity on Zhao Chengfeng's face, he nodded.

"Okay, Shimizu, you've got a heart too!"

"Since this is the case, then I can no longer refuse. This matter can be done according to what you said. Just ask me to do what you need!"

The host agreed.

In fact, he knew in his heart that Zhao Chengfeng was doing this for the good of Shaolin Temple, and wanted Shaolin Temple to improve conditions through these things.

Besides, the way Zhao Chengfeng said was to let the monks in the temple create wealth with their own hands, which was not considered a charity at all, so he agreed.

Zhao Chengfeng smiled and nodded.

"Okay, host, then I will prepare after I go back, and then I will come to you to confirm!"

Zhao Chengfeng then prepared to leave.

At this time, a monk rushed to the host's side in a hurry.

"Master, it's bad. The roof of our six-room dormitory collapsed suddenly. Now we must repair it in time. Otherwise, we won't be able to live in the temple. The people in the six-room dormitory will have to go to the main hall to sleep!"

The monk said anxiously.

The host frowned upon hearing this.

"What, the house collapsed? Did anyone hurt?"

"No one was injured, but now we have to worry about the repair costs. Our monastery's funds simply cannot support our repairs! What should we do?" the monk looked puzzled.

The host immediately stopped him.