"I understand, Mr. Bill!"
Zhang Yuanqing picked up his iced cola and took a sip, then looked at the blonde woman standing behind Bill.
Mr. Bill smiled.
"She is my personal assistant. You can say anything in front of her."
Oh, a milking assistant. Zhang Yuanqing smiled knowingly. Single, wealthy middle-aged and older men were never short of so-called personal assistants.
They did not need to be particularly capable, but they had to be young, beautiful, and well-built.
Although Mr. Bill was an extremely wealthy big shot, his personal assistant was still far inferior to my Sister Guan Ya. Zhang Yuanqing compared them silently, then withdrew his thoughts in satisfaction and said, "Mr. Bill, I will offer you something you cannot refuse."
Mr. Bill replied with a chuckle, "That remains to be seen."
Then, he saw Yuanshi Tianzun take out a stack of Yellow Paper Talismans. They were thin, around ten in total.
"Talismans?" Mr. Bill gave them a cursory glance, crossed his legs, and laughed. "Mr. Yuanshi, if I remember correctly, talismans are consumables."
Consumables vanished once used, making them far less valuable than items—especially a life-saving item like the Slide-Tackle Shoes.
"They are indeed consumables, but they are Sovereign-level consumables," Zhang Yuanqing said.
Sovereign-level? Mr. Bill uncrossed his legs and sat up straight, asking impatiently, "What exactly do they do?"
"They contain Solar Power. Their primary function is purification. Once spiritual power is infused into them, it activates the energy within the talismans, cleansing all negative effects and suppressing toxins to a certain extent." Zhang Yuanqing drew out one talisman and held it between his fingers. "You can stick one up at home as a heater. Ghosts and yin creatures will not dare approach. Most importantly, Solar Power can restrain Drunkards. Mr. Bill, surely you do not want