Chapter 22: Chapter 22: The Ancestor Does a Divination for You
Xu Yang and Liu Rongrong had just left.
Seeing them go, Wang Xinjun still felt a bit of pity, “Judging by their looks, it’s going to take them a long time to recover.”
“Instead of worrying about others, you might as well worry about the boss himself.” Jiangli said, giving him a meaningful glance.
Wang Xinjun was confused, “Abbot, what do you mean by that?”
Could it be that something else was following him?
Wang Xinjun’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately looked around.
Seeing his sneaky expression, Jiangli clicked his tongue, “It’s not that there’s a little ghost following you.”
Wang Xinjun turned to look at Jiangli, and although he should have felt relieved to hear this, for some reason, he couldn’t feel at ease when he met Jiangli’s eyes.
Wang Xinjun anxiously asked, “Then, what does it mean…”
“Seeing as you are the first person of fate I encountered after coming down the mountain, how about I give you a fortune-telling at a discounted price?” Jiangli suggested, blinking but not directly answering.
Upon hearing this, Wang Xinjun nodded eagerly, “That would be great; how much do you charge for a fortune-telling?”
After all, he had just heard from Xia Xin, it was only a few hundred yuan; for such a spiritual master, a few hundred yuan for a fortune-telling wasn’t too much.
Wang Xinjun was calculating in his heart, when he heard Jiangli say, “Let’s make it ten thousand yuan for one reading.”
Wang Xinjun almost threw out his back.
This, this must be a rip-off, right?!
He looked quickly towards Xia Xin.
At the moment, Xia Xin was also staring with wide eyes, incredulously looking at Jiangli.
“This price is actually quite low.” Jiangli glanced at him, “Your master is incompetent, charging thousands for a reading, so shouldn’t mine be worth at least ten thousand?”
He made it sound as if there was some logic to it…
He turned his head and gave Wang Xinjun a dry laugh, “The price is set by the Abbot himself, boss… there’s nothing I can do…”
Ten thousand yuan for a reading…
Wang Xinjun felt the pinch, not wanting to spend that much, and hesitated, “Abbot, how much cheaper can you make it?”
“How do people here say it when it’s cheaper?” Jiangli asked Xia Xin.
Suddenly cued by Jiangli, Xia Xin pondered, “Usually, that means giving a discount or knocking off some change?”
“What does giving a discount mean?” Jiangli inquired again.
Xia Xin explained, “Well, it’s a way to make things cheaper, usually by giving a ten percent or twenty percent discount, and sometimes my master also drops the price a bit for regular customers with serious problems.”
Jiangli rubbed his chin, not quite understanding, “So, how much of a discount do you think would be appropriate?”
Xia Xin had no idea what Jiangli was thinking.
But the ancestor suddenly quoting such a high price was likely due to the enormous debt they were under.
Although a few thousand or ten thousand wasn’t a lot, it adds up over time.
And with the ancestor here, they would definitely be able to pay it back.
After calculating in his mind, Xia Xin held up two fingers to Wang Xinjun, signaling an eight, “How about this, boss, since we’re familiar with each other, let’s give you a twenty percent discount, eight thousand, how’s that?”
Wang Xinjun still hesitated, “Eight thousand is still quite expensive…”
“You have a daughter who’s away most of the time, right?” Jiangli asked all of a sudden, a seemingly unrelated question.
Wang Xinjun replied blankly, “Yes, my daughter is in college, she usually lives on campus…”
Afraid that Jiangli might not understand, Xia Xin quickly ran over and whispered in his ear to explain the meanings of ‘college’ and ‘living on campus.’
Jiangli got the gist, “I’m afraid she’s not just living on campus; she might be in mortal danger recently.”