As soon as Xu Yi finished speaking, people in the audience began rising one after another to question Elder Yu Zhi Qiu. Their focus was exactly the same as Xu Yi's.
Elder Yu Zhi Qiu smiled from the podium. "Someone will answer that question. Thank you, everyone."
As she spoke, she dissolved like a wisp of smoke and drifted away from the podium.
Xu Yi looked at Chu Qiushan. "This press conference keeps getting more interesting, Dean. If I told you I could guess what they're about to do, would you believe me?"
"Oh? Do you have the gift of foresight?"
Chu Qiushan's interest was piqued.
Xu Yi said, "Why don't we make a bet? If I guess right, Brother Chu can do me a small favor. It won't cost you anything. If I'm wrong, I'll give you two gourds of that Spirit Wine. What do you say?"
Chu Qiushan's eyes lit up, and he smiled. "A 'small favor' is vague. If you asked me to slit my own throat, that would still be a small favor."
Though he raised an objection, he was genuinely tempted.
It was a perfect way to make a bet: it wouldn't violate their oaths, and it might get him the spirit liquid he'd been craving. Brilliant.
Xu Yi said, "Since I called it a small favor, I wouldn't play word games. Besides, there's no need for us to swear an oath, so nothing is binding. What do you say?"
Chu Qiushan said, "Since you're so eager, you must be very confident. I'd disappoint you if I didn't play along. Tell me, what have you guessed?"
Xu Yi said, "If I'm not mistaken, the next person to appear is going to announce a new currency."
Chu Qiushan's eyes widened. He mulled it over, and the