Liu Di was momentarily at a loss for words.
This man truly was pitiful.
After a moment, Liu Di still asked in confusion, "The city lord is getting married today, and they're still running something as absurd as this?"
The disheveled man's snot and tears had become a complete mess. "You think too highly of those escort girls. How could they possibly get close to the city lord?"
"The only people they can get near are ordinary wealthy men beneath the City Lord Tower. Those men met the city lord once or twice, or shook his hand, and now they throw their weight around. Really, they're no different from gatekeepers!"
"Heavens, sob sob sob."
"No matter what, my woman still went off to be a hooker."
"Hello, Suicide Company?"
But Liu Di grabbed the disheveled man's brick phone, sighing softly. "I'll sign with you."
After a pause, Liu Di asked again, "In that case, can you earn a bit of commission from the money I make?"
The disheveled man held the brick phone, his face streaked with tears, and froze.
A full two minutes passed before he sniffled. "Brother, you're a good man. But it's not that I don't trust you. I simply look down on you."
Liu Di shot him a sideways glance. "I'll give you another five minutes to think it over."
The disheveled man sighed faintly, two streams of tears running from the corners of his eyes. He suddenly seized Liu Di's hand. "Maybe you still have a future, but I don't. Here's 250,000 mental power. Take it and buy yourself a few days' worth of filling meals."
As he spoke,
the disheveled man was about to transfer mental power to Liu Di through his watch.
But Liu Di frowned. "250,000? You're that rich?"
"Even you're mocking