Money or Face?

Seeing Boss Lin's eyes bulge like silver ingots, Yi Xuan was somewhat amused.

He said nothing, simply looking at Boss Lin.

The fat man could hardly stand Yi Xuan's silence. Growing anxious, he said, "Come on, tell me! Little Brother Yi? Immortal Master Yi? Grandpa Yi?"

Hearing that Boss Lin was actually willing to be his grandson for the sake of money, Yi Xuan hurriedly raised a hand to stop him. "Please don't. I don't want a grandson older than me. Besides, you might be happy being my grandson, but how would we divide the accounts from our business in the future?"

The fat man chuckled and said no more.

He really did want to become closer to Yi Xuan.

After all, the two had made quite a bit of money working together over the years, and he was a man who loved money as much as his life.

As long as he could get closer to Yi Xuan, wouldn't Yi Xuan think of him first whenever he had something good in the future? Wouldn't the silver come rolling in then? And who would ever complain about having too much money?

"Brother Yi, let's stop joking. Hurry up and tell me what that air conditioner you just mentioned actually is. How much money can it make?" The fat man's attention was still on making money, and he hurriedly brought the conversation back around.

Yi Xuan smiled, rummaged through his Storage Bag, and took out a rectangular box. It looked like a sleeping pillow, though it was considerably longer than an ordinary one, about the length of two pillows.

The box was flat overall, and four of its sides were smooth. Only the two long faces at the front and back were different.

One face had two button-sized bumps, while the face opposite it had a long, narrow opening. It was pitch-black inside, and there was no telling what was in it.

Looking at the strange object, Boss Lin asked in puzzlement, "Little Brother Yi, what's this for? It looks like a pillow. Is it for sleeping?"

He examined it some more and reached out to feel it. "If it's for sleeping, it might make a lot of money. After all, what household doesn't sleep? This thing would definitely sell well. But wouldn't such a hard pillow be too uncomfortable? Have you considered making it softer? Someone might buy it then."

Yi Xuan could already tell from Boss Lin's words that he had little confidence in the thing he had brought out. Rather than explain, Yi Xuan watched Boss Lin constantly wipe away sweat despite sitting in front of a fan and drinking iced tea. "Fatty Lin! Have the servants shut all the doors and windows! Don't leave a single place for air to get into the room!"

Hearing Yi Xuan's words, Boss Lin stared at him in disbelief. "Little Brother Yi, have you gone mad? These are the dog days of summer! You're an immortal cultivator, so you don't have to care about the weather. But I, Fatty Lin, am flesh and blood, and there's a whole room full of servants here too. We don't want to turn into steamed buns!"

Yi Xuan said nothing, merely looking at Boss Lin. In the end, Boss Lin could only nod helplessly and order the servants to do as Yi Xuan had asked.

Soon, the sitting room was completely sealed. Although the fan in the room was still turning, the temperature inside had clearly risen.

Fatty Lin had even more sweat on his face now. Constantly wiping it away made the already uncomfortable fat man even more irritable. "Little Brother Yi, whatever you're going to do, hurry up and start," he said impatiently. "In weather like this, it's really unbearable with the doors and windows shut!"

Yi Xuan nodded and pressed the air conditioner a few times. Only then did Boss Lin notice a few inconspicuous little bumps above the long slot on it.

As Yi Xuan operated it, the air conditioner beeped, and several characters and numbers appeared above the slot.

Boss Lin recognized the characters; they were the script commonly used in the cultivation world. The numbers, however, only looked somewhat familiar. After thinking for quite a while, he finally understood. "Th-this isn't that thing you mentioned... ah... ah..."

"Arabic numerals!"

"That's right! They're on the fan too. I remember they're one, two, three, four, right? Anyway, all I remember is that the farther down they go, the bigger the numbers get."

Having finished setting the air conditioner, Yi Xuan sat back down, poured himself a cup of tea, and resumed drinking.

Beside him, Boss Lin saw that after all Yi Xuan's fiddling, the only change was that a few characters and numbers had appeared on the little box called an air conditioner. "Brother Yi, you don't just want me to look at the characters and numbers on this box, do you? Those can be embroidered onto a pillow too. If that's all it does, this thing won't sell."

Even now, Fatty Lin still thought Yi Xuan's air conditioner was for sleeping. Perhaps, to him, something that shape could only bring a pillow to mind.

Yi Xuan chuckled. "Don't be impatient. Wait a moment, and you'll see what happens."

Thirty breaths later, Boss Lin was still staring intently at the air conditioner, but he couldn't see anything different. Apart from constantly making a very faint sound, the little box did nothing.

Boss Lin had no choice but to ask again, "Brother Yi, there still doesn't seem to be any change. This box isn't even moving!"

Yi Xuan smiled at Fatty Lin. "Has nothing really changed?"

"Nothing has changed, has it?" After saying that, Fatty Lin looked around at the others in the sitting room. They were all looking at the air conditioner with equally bewildered expressions.

Suddenly, one of the servants spoke up. "Master, something seems to have changed!"

Fatty Lin looked at the air conditioner again, then said unhappily, "What's changed? Got a hair in your eye?"

Seeing that Fatty Lin was displeased, the servant hurriedly said, "Master, it's not the immortal master's box that's changed. It's not as hot in the sitting room as it was just now."

As soon as the servant finished speaking, Fatty Lin realized that the hand he'd been using to wipe his sweat seemed to have been lowered for quite a while. His face and body now felt wonderfully fresh, and the feeling of being drenched in sweat was gone.

He felt the temperature in the room. It was as though spring had returned in an instant, making Fatty Lin very comfortable.

"Now you know what this thing is for, right?" Yi Xuan asked, looking at Fatty Lin, who had closed his eyes to enjoy it.

Hearing Yi Xuan's words, Fatty Lin reached up and slapped his own chubby face. Looking at Yi Xuan with a fawning expression, he said, "Brother Yi-no, Grandpa! Your grandson had eyes but failed to see, and didn't even recognize an immortal treasure. You must let me sell this thing. I'll kowtow to you right here!"

As he spoke, he actually started to kneel, but Yi Xuan caught him. "All right, that was a pretty convincing act. You'd even throw away your face for silver."

Seeing Yi Xuan's expression, Fatty Lin knew the deal was settled. He smiled and said, "What do I need that thing for? How much is it worth?"

Yi Xuan shook his head helplessly. No wonder this fat man had amassed the wealth he had today. That one remark alone put him above who knew how many people.