Chapter 226: Everyone in Oracle Knows NINE the God (3)
Translator: _Min
Is this even possible?
“Cooking,” Si Fuqing replied with a light tone. “That’s why I say we’re a perfect match. Together, we’re unbeatable!”
Jiang Changning remained cold and indifferent.
There she goes again, this flirty woman.
“Wow, Sister Qingqing, you’re too amazing!” the boy exclaimed in admiration, his eyes shining like stars. “Can you make one for me too? I’ll pay you!” Si Fuqing pondered if she had encountered a male version of Yu Tang.
But that didn’t matter much.
In the end, each member of the D6 received their own personalized clay figurine.
“Miss Si’s control over the situation is remarkable,” the host marveled. “We must collaborate with her more in the future. She makes our job worry-free.” The day’s shoot ended smoothly.
The boy bid her a reluctant farewell, “Remember to have dinner with us tonight, Sister Qingiqng.”
“I can’t tonight, ” Si Fuqing gently refused. “I have other commitments after the shoot. ”
She indeed preferred to lay flat, but she always honored her commitments.
The boy, slightly disappointed, said, “Alright, see you tomorrow then!”
At six o’clock, following the address given by the old man, Si Fuqing navigated through several alleys to reach her destination.
It was a spacious courtyard, surrounded by a faint fragrance of flowers.
The old man sat in a rocking chair in the courtyard and immediately straightened up when he saw her, “Ah, young lady, right on time. Come in, come in. We’re informal here; no need to be stiff.”
“Hello,” Si Fuqing, out of professional habit, assessed the Feng Shui of the place. “This is a nice spot.”
“Indeed, I chose it specially,” the old man said, handing her a prepared box. “Here, this is for you. Don’t refuse it. You can even sell it if you want.”
Si Fuqing accepted it.
“Oh right, you’ve come at the perfect time,” the old man continued. “I need one more like on my latest post. Give me a like, will you?”
“Sure, no problem,” Si Fuqing checked his social media.
The latest post was for a like-collecting advertisement. Thirty likes would earn a free large milk tea.
Si Fuqing fell into silence.
She glanced at the embroidery needles and threads the old man had given her, then at the original price of the milk tea, and couldn’t help but admire his wisdom.
Indeed, the older, the wiser.
This habit ofsaving where necessary and spending where needed was something she must learn!
Si Fuqing quickly liked his post.
Then she copied his message and posted it on her own social media.
Her friend list wasn’t extensive, barely reaching 40 people after a cleanup.
Since Si Fuqing rarely posted, her new update caused quite a stir among the few who followed her.
[JI]: ?? Have you become this poor?
Is this the same top-ranked Master of Yin -Yang? Even worse off than him. [Pei Mengzhi]: Miss Si, I’ll ask my dad to send you money right away… No! I’ll ask my dad to buy the milk tea shop for you! You saved our family; what milk tea shop do you want?
I should have given Miss Si more money in the past. My dad said she didn’t like worldly things like money, but look, she can’t even afford milk tea now.
[Jiang Changning]: ? Where are you? I’ll buy you a milk tea.
Maybe I should sell some of the grass my dad grew.
[Feng San]: Miss Si, you should have told Brother Nine! There’s no need for this.
[Yu Tang]: Wuu, Qingqing, this is so sad. Uncle Nine must be mistreating you again! I’ll help you beat him up when I get back!
Si Fuqing:
Whats going on?
She replied to everyone.
[If you’re going to waste my time, just like the post.]
Right after replying, a call came in.
“Boss” flashed on the screen.
Si Fuqing answered, cautious in his tone, “Hello, boss?”
“Meet me at Cross Street,” Yu Xiheng paused. “There’s a milk tea shop nearby. What flavor do you want?”
“I…” Si Fuqing conceded, her voice soft. “Can I have a lemon sparkling water?”
“Okay,” Yu Xiheng replied blandly. “A large one, I know.”
After the call, Si Fuqing sighed.
She just wanted to experience the joy of exchanging likes for milk tea.
Next time she posted something like this, she would definitely block her boss.
“Old sir, my family is calling for me. I must go,” Si Fuqing looked up. “I’ll keep the embroidery thread for you. It’s impossible for me to sell it. How could I sell something that’s part of our culture?”
The old man’s eyes narrowed, then he smiled: “Alright, go ahead.”
After leaving the alley, Si Fuqing headed to Cross Street to the address Yu Xiheng had given her.
Entering the shop, she immediately saw the lemon sparkling water on the table.
But that wasn’t the main point.
Next to it lay a black gun.
“Try it,” Yu Xiheng nodded towards it. “How’s the weight?”
Si Fuqing gazed at the gun in silence.
She remembered mentioning during her bodyguard interview that she didn’t Imow how to use firearms. Had her research in mechanical engineering somehow given her away?
Indeed, having too many skills can sometimes be a burden.
<em >She didn’t want another job.
“I’m not familiar with this, boss,” Si Fuqing approached and picked up the gun, examining it. “It’s of good quality, too fancy for me to waste.”
“I know,” Yu Xiheng replied slowly, sipping his tea. “That’s why I’ll teach you.”
Si Fuqing’s heart sank.
Oh no.
She had never imagined her busy boss would have such “leisure and interest”.
“Come here,” Yu Xiheng gestured towards her, his tone indifferent. “Stop hiding, come out.”
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Loud thuds echoed as several figures dropped from the ceiling, landing in a heap on the floor, looking utterly disheveled.
Feng San gazed at the people on the ground, “Are you guys out of your minds?” Hiding in the ceiling, did they think everyone was deaf?
“Let me teach her, Brother Nine,” one of them jumped out. “This is a trivial matter. You shouldn’t bother yourself with it.”
“And if she can’t learn, she should be fired! Look at us, Brother Nine, all of us know how to use guns. It’s a basic skill!”
Incredulous at the idea of Si Fuqing being taught by Yu Xiheng, they argued that a girl, especially one who didn’t know how to use a gun, couldn’t possibly become a guard like them.
“You?” Yu Xiheng set down his teacup leisurely. “You can’t teach her.”
The young man was taken aback, “Why can’t I teach her? Brother Nine, you know my skills with a gun!”
He prided himself on being a sharpshooter.
Before Yu Xiheng could respond, Si Fuqing had already loaded the gun expertly, leaving Feng San slightly bewildered.
Wasn’t Miss Si Rllnnnqed tn he nnfamiliar with firearms?
“Actually, I do know a bit,” Si Fuqing held the gun firmly. “So there’s no need for lessons. ”
“Just a bit?” The young man crossed his arms skeptically. “That’s not enough. Do you realize how much this gun cost in materials? You need to be able to hit a target a kilometer away.”
Si Fuqing loosened her shoulders, took aim at the farthest target, “Alright..”
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