The Man Pursuing True Lord Guqi

While Tao Tingfeng was eating skewers, he happened to see a boy about his age walk into the barbecue shop. The boy was filthy, his clothes in tatters, and he looked like a street beggar.

"Shopkeeper, are you hiring?" the dirty boy asked.

"I don't need much. Just pay me the lowest wage." Seeing how busy the barbecue shop was, the boy figured they must be short-staffed. This was his chance.

"Shoo, shoo! Where'd this little beggar come from? We're not hiring." The shopkeeper drove him away. After all, on the surface this was a barbecue shop, but in secret it was a base for the Nine Nether Cult. They couldn't possibly hire outsiders.

"I'm not a beggar!" the boy shouted furiously.

Who did they think he was? If he hadn't been down on his luck and robbed by villains, how could he have ended up in this state, mistaken for a beggar?

It was a humiliation beyond words!

The shopkeeper wasn't going to listen to another word. He grabbed the boy by the collar and hauled him outside.

"Out you go."

The filthy boy felt the money in his pocket. He had just enough to stay at an inn, but not enough to take a flying boat or carriage to his destination.

He sighed. The most urgent thing was to find a job as soon as possible.

Tao Tingfeng didn't pay much attention to the dirty boy and continued focusing on his skewers.

Another half month passed in a flash. Tao Tingfeng performed better and better in the clan's school. He could answer all his uncle's questions in class, and he even got a perfect score on the school's semiannual exam, earning the admiration of everyone around him.

Before, Tao Tingfeng's grades had been decent at best, but never