As they made one call after another.
Bu Yun, Yang Liu, Xiao Yu, and even Fan Baixing and the female ghosts in the Fortune-Telling Shop all grew grim-faced.
By the time they had notified 100 people.
Yang Liu was already smiling bitterly, ready to give up. "Master Xiao, why don't we just forget it? It feels like we're shamelessly begging them to come thank him. They all act like they're somebody important-this one refuses, that one's busy. We could easily persuade fewer than half of them.
"Only one or two in ten were willing to come thank him without any persuasion.
"I really don't understand. What's wrong with society? He helped them, and asking them to thank him in person is this difficult? Do schools only teach knowledge, not how to be decent people?"
Xiao Yu fell silent too.
This situation was completely different from what he had expected.
He knew there were bound to be ungrateful wretches in this world.
People like that should have been one in ten thousand.
But he had never expected there to be so many in reality.
Originally, if there had only been two or three "isolated cases," he could have called each of them with a warning, and if that failed, had someone go tie them up and bring them over. That would have been nothing.
But in reality, out of just 100 people, as many as eight had refused to discuss it at all, explicitly saying they had "no time" or that coming was "impossible."
Xiao Yu gritted his teeth. "Society is even colder and more heartless than I imagined. That's all the more reason for us to promote positive values like this. Keep calling! But you can be firmer. If they refuse, just tell them, 'If you want to be an