Oh!
So you want this old man to work as a guard!
That was what Dugu Bo thought, but he rubbed his hands together with a grin and asked, "Little Yue, how much does this job pay?"
"This much."
Qian Renyue made a gesture for eight.
"Eight Gold Soul Coins?"
Dugu Bo sounded a little disdainful. "Little Yue, aren't you being a bit stingy?"
"If you'll do this hard labor for eight Gold Soul Coins, I'd be delighted to hire you." Qian Renyue rolled her eyes at Dugu Bo. "Can't you stretch your imagination? Is your work only worth eight Gold Soul Coins?"
"Not eight? Then eighty?" Dugu Bo ventured.
Eighty? Tsk, that's too little, too!
Qian Renyue shook her head. "Guess higher."
Dugu Bo suddenly shifted, drawing his head back with a horrified expression. "Don't tell me... it's... eight million?!"
"Pfft-"
Guang Ling sprayed out the coffee he had just taken into his mouth.
Ye Lingling sensibly moved to one side.
It was easy enough to tell that Dugu Bo was the one facing Guang Ling.
Fortunately, he had pulled back quite a distance.
Only a little coffee splashed onto his clothes.
"..."
At a look from Qian Renyue, Ye Lingling pulled out a tissue and handed it to Dugu Bo.
Dugu Bo took the tissue and wiped the coffee off his clothes.
Although he was rather annoyed, the other party was Guang Ling, and there was nothing he could do about him.
So he simply held his temper.
At worst, he could get Qian Renyue to give him a little extra money afterward to buy new clothes.
"Old Poison, are you trying to rob her?!"
Guang Ling slammed his hand on the table.
Eight million Gold Soul Coins? Why not just rob a bank!
"What do you mean,