"Mm-hmm..." Fang Yinuo unconsciously began curling his lip again. "Then I'll prepare a few tens of thousands for you to use first..."
"..."
Zuo Xiaoduo was now beginning to suspect that this fellow had betrayed him again.
Was he throwing out such enormous bait just to capture him once he went over?
How could he be so filthy rich?
A few casual words, and he was offering tens of thousands of high-grade stones...
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
"Also, young master, you needn't worry about money in the slightest. I can produce even a few hundred million without any difficulty," Fang Yinuo continued.
"..."
Lord Zuo, who had always treasured money as dearly as his life and regarded amassing wealth as his lifelong career, instantly suffered a million-ton critical hit.
For a moment, he felt utterly listless, suddenly losing interest in making money.
Fuck, with this fellow around, why should I bother making money?
"All right, get on with your business. I'll come over when I find the time." Zuo Xiaoduo no longer even wanted to talk to this fellow. Clearly, that critical hit had struck hard.
"Yes, young master. I don't usually go out. I've set up a private tearoom upstairs, where I drink tea and read when I have nothing to do, cultivating my finer sensibilities."
After a few more words, Fang Yinuo hung up.
Zuo Xiaoduo's face was covered in dark lines.
Drinking tea and reading... cultivating his finer sensibilities...
What the fuck? Have I actually turned a great fiend of the Witch Alliance into a man of culture?
After bathing and brushing his teeth, Zuo Xiaoduo looked in the mirror and saw that he still wore the expression of someone struck by lightning.
During the next day's combat practice, Zuo Xiaoduo was once again abandoned and left