Listening to Mo Weiran’s question, Gu Zhiqi’s lips quirked up into a lazy, sly smile as he spoke in a carefree and casual manner, "I can give you a 9.8% discount on the second divination."
This is... such a rip-off.
"Deal!" Mo Weiran gritted his teeth and, in agony, said so to Gu Zhiqi.
He might have agreed reluctantly, but Gu Zhiqi wasn’t about to let it slide easily, "I suspect you don’t have that much money, so, please, settle the payment for the first divination first."
How coincidental, he really didn’t have that much money.
Mo Weiran stayed silent for a long while before he finally opened his mouth hesitantly, "Can I, uh, write an IOU?"
At this moment, Mo Weiran felt that the person who needed to find a part-time job was him.
Miscalculation, he actually encountered a pauper who couldn’t even afford to pay ten thousand.
"Then, let’s never meet again." Gu Zhiqi promptly turned around and walked away.
What the heck! Is the young lady this materialistic?
Having walked a few steps, Gu Zhiqi remembered his talisman paper was still in Mo Weiran’s hands. He stopped, turned around, and asked, "Are you going to return the talisman paper to me, or pay me within three days?"
Mo Weiran "... I’ll pay within three days!"
Gu Zhiqi nodded lightly, "If you don’t pay up in three days, you’ll be plagued by bad luck."
After saying that, he didn’t linger any longer and directly turned to leave.
As soon as Gu Zhiqi left, Mo Weiran immediately hurried after him, "Hey! Young lady, wait up, could you also do the second divination for me?"
"I can work for you."
Gu Zhiqi didn’t pay any attention to Mo Weiran at all and kept walking forward.
While it seemed that Gu Zhiqi was strolling leisurely and Mo Weiran was jogging to catch up, in the blink of an eye, Gu Zhiqi had left him far behind.
In the end, at a corner, Mo Weiran lost track of him.
Mo Weiran stood there, looking left and right, and eventually, he couldn’t find him.
What’s the deal here?
How did he disappear in the blink of an eye?
Could it be that he was hiding nearby?
While Mo Weiran was looking around the garden for Gu Zhiqi, wondering whether he was concealed nearby, he heard a familiar cool voice.
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Mo Weiran immediately pushed the matter of Gu Zhiqi’s disappearance to the back of his mind, "Eh? Brother Zhou, what are you doing here?"
Ling Yuanzhou was standing under a tree not too far away, with a green belt separating them. Ling Yuanzhou, carrying a backpack, stood upright under the tree and didn’t move or speak again.
Meanwhile, Mo Weiran took two steps back, pinched his backpack strap, took a running leap, and then jumped over the green belt to land near Ling Yuanzhou.
When he got closer to Ling Yuanzhou, Mo Weiran noticed that Ling Yuanzhou didn’t look very happy, so he asked with some curiosity, "Brother Zhou, what’s wrong? Who annoyed you?"
"What are you doing here?" Ling Yuanzhou didn’t answer Mo Weiran’s question and only asked that.
Upon hearing the question, Mo Weiran’s expression flickered slightly, feeling somewhat guilty. Thinking that Ling Yuanzhou didn’t like Gu Zhiqi, Mo Weiran didn’t tell the truth, "Just, strolling around."
Ling Yuanzhou, listening to Mo Weiran’s words, gave a cold laugh, "Is that so?"
"Yeah, but Brother Zhou, what brings you here?" Mo Weiran replied with a tinge of guilt, trying to dodge further inquiry, he quickly changed the subject.
"I came to see since when you and Gu Zhiqi got so close," Ling Yuanzhou said coldly.
Upon hearing that, Mo Weiran’s heart skipped a beat, and then, scratching his head with some guilt, he said, "Did you see that, Brother Zhou?"