Gu Mengyang’s brows furrowed slightly after a few seconds of silence, "My destiny was taken away?"
Gu Zhiqi nodded gently.
Seeing Gu Zhiqi nod, Gu Mengyang fell silent again.
After several seconds of silence, he asked another question, "When did it happen?"
"During the time you just went out."
Before he went out, his destiny was tinged with a faint purple hue. Now, the light purple was gone, and it was faintly shrouded by ill luck.
Hearing this, Gu Mengyang fell into silence once more.
"Go to the company tomorrow, those three people we talked about just now, you need to meet them all tomorrow, remember to arrange it." Gu Zhiqi had no time to join Gu Mengyang in his silence and left him with this instruction before he got up, "I’m going to sleep."
Then he left Gu Mengyang alone in the living room to ponder.
After finishing his washing up, Gu Zhiqi lay in bed and looked at the new messages on his phone.
When he saw the transfer message of six hundred million, the fingers holding his phone paused ever so slightly.
His eyes moved to the transferrer’s field, and the name Su Yunling came directly into view.
The transfer message had been sent three minutes earlier.
With a row of question marks above his head, he took a screenshot of the transfer message and then opened the WeChat conversation with Su Yunling.
[Child: Are you sure you didn’t transfer it by mistake?]
Su Yunling replied to his message very quickly.
[Su Yunling: Earning seven hundred million a day, quite impressive.]
[Su Yunling: Picture]
The picture was the one that Gu Zhiqi had sent. The upper half of the picture was circled in red, highlighting Fu Xiyan’s transfer message.
The one billion transfer and the name Fu Xiyan were both circled emphatically.
Even through the screen, Gu Zhiqi could sense the teasing in his words.
He silently withdrew the picture he had sent just now and then continued to message Su Yunling as if nothing had happened.
[Child: Why did you transfer the money?]
He skipped over the topic of earning seven hundred million a day entirely.
[Su Yunling: You helped me complete the tome; I can’t let you work for nothing.]
[Su Yunling: The money might be a little less, but it’s also a token of my heart.]
[Su Yunling: Take the money, and in the future, if you need anything at all, you can always find your brother.]
Gu Zhiqi looked at the messages from Su Yunling and raised his eyebrows, then sent him four words in return.
[Child: Thank you, brother.]
[Su Yunling: Don’t mention it.]
Since he was sure Su Yunling had not made a mistake in the transfer, Gu Zhiqi accepted the money and continued to reply to other people’s messages.
After replying to all the messages, he logged onto the ’Fortune-telling Network’ App, where many people were still seeking him out for fortune-telling. Gu Zhiqi randomly selected ten individuals to perform his readings for.
Shengyuan Hotel, room 808.
After not receiving any further messages from Gu Zhiqi, Su Yunling exited the chat.
He hadn’t even had time to look at the cultivation technique since receiving it from Gu Zhiqi at noon; he had immediately been called to shoot a scene.
He had been busy the entire afternoon and evening.
Once his part was done, it was already ten o’clock at night.
It was only when he had some downtime that he remembered to look at the completed cultivation technique.
Glancing over it briefly, he could tell that the updated cultivation technique was worlds apart from the previous one.
No wonder none of his subordinates had been able to break through the fourth order; there had indeed been issues with the original technique.
Recalling that during the day Gu Zhiqi had said, "Just give me the money," Su Yunling indeed transferred six hundred million to Gu Zhiqi.
These completed cultivation techniques were priceless treasures, whose value far exceeded six hundred million.
So, when he said six hundred million was a mere token of his regard, he truly hadn’t spoken inaccurately.
Remembering he had seen a transfer message from Fu Xiyan in the screenshot from Gu Zhiqi, Su Yunling opened the WeChat conversation with Fu Xiyan.
[Ah Yun: Did you transfer one hundred million to the child?]
Thinking it over, Fu Xiyan might not know who he was referring to as ’the child,’ so he followed up with another message.