"Dare I ask the senior's honored surname and name?"
Curious about the so-called magnetic force, Yu Ci was observing the surrounding environment and reacted a bit slowly, only turning back after a moment. By then Wan Quan had already put on an astonished expression, bustling and smiling, "It is this junior who was being abrupt. Speaking of this ghost place of the Northern Wastelands, those who walk about with their real names and surnames are actually in the minority. Most wear nicknames, and people only remember those nicknames..."
Yu Ci laughed in spite of himself and did not explain. This Wan Quan was overly cautious, and if he stated his name again it would not hold much meaning, so he asked, "Then what about your..."
Wan Quan chuckled and said, "This 'Wan Quan' of junior's is both my real name and surname, and a nickname. It amounts to nothing more than being attentive in one's deeds and ensuring matters are handled thoroughly in business."
"Oh, and what kind of business do you run?"
"Junior is a matchmaker—that is, I do some work bridging connections, and relying on the care of seniors from all paths, I scrape together a meal. Pointing the way for senior just now was indeed my proper duty... Ah, but I truly wrecked my signboards."
Yu Ci's eyes actually lit up at that. "Then how about you draw a connection for me?"
Wan Quan patted his chest and said, "Even if senior did not speak, junior would still salvage his signboard. It is settled, I shall lead the way in front and guarantee I find an excellent shop, absolutely not one of those deceitful, customer-fleecing merchants. Of course, I also ask senior to be forgiving; if today's affair spreads out, little Wan will truly become a laughingstock