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Su Xiao entered the shop. It was an equipment store, and on the counters inside, he saw the low-grade equipment he had previously sold to the Black Merchant. Was this a coincidence? Of course not.
Qian Dapang invited Su Xiao to the reception room at the back of the shop. The two sat opposite each other on sofas, with a redwood tea table between them. Someone had apparently designed this unconventional arrangement.
"Leave."
Qian Dapang waved his hand, and the Black Merchants temporarily serving as doormen left.
"To be honest, Brother Byakuya, I was greedy before. Those ten Soul Crystals you brought out really dazzled me."
Qian Dapang poured Su Xiao a cup of hot tea and gestured for him to drink.
"That was your personal problem. I paid you in real money."
Su Xiao picked up the tea and downed it in one go, white steam escaping his mouth. He seemed completely unconcerned by its scalding temperature.
"That's true. Here are 900,000 Paradise Coins and the Soul Crystals."
Qian Dapang took out a Paradise Coin savings card and ten large Soul Crystals. He only needed to pay 880,000 Paradise Coins, but he had paid 900,000 instead. Anyone could guess what was going on. As for when he would pay the remaining twelve large Soul Crystals, he did not mention it at all.
"Brother Byakuya, have you heard of Little Flower Fish?"
Qian Dapang suddenly changed the subject and started gossiping.
"I've heard of her. A Worker who likes courting death."
How could Su Xiao not have heard of Little Flower Fish? Forget about third-tier contractors—even fifth-tier contractors might have heard of her.
Little Flower Fish was a cute seventeen-point-eight-year-old Worker. Her profession was exceptionally bizarre. Put simply, she was a "war correspondent."
Combined with that strange profession, Little