After taking a stroll outside, Jiang Mu and Dadalia returned to Heyu Teahouse.
Pushing open the door and seeing the scene before him, Jiang Mu's lips curled into a smile.
Zhongli remained calmly seated, sipping his tea, just as before, while Gan Yu sat beside him, also enjoying the performance and drinking her tea.
At this moment, Gan Yu's expression had returned to calm, and perhaps it was Jiang Mu's imagination, but there seemed to be a hint of joy on her face...
"It seems that I've convinced them."
Seeing this, Jiang Mu breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Zhong Li staring straight at him. Although he didn't say anything, the displeasure in his eyes was almost palpable...
"Oh no, I hope this guy doesn't hold a grudge against me..."
Seeing his expression, Jiang Mu felt a chill run down his spine and knew something was wrong.
"Well then... cough cough... Mr. Zhongli, Xiaomu and I will be leaving now."
Upon seeing Jiang Mu and Dadalia return, Gan Yu quickly stood up, bowed deeply to Zhong Li, then took Jiang Mu's hand and hurried away.
"..."
Zhongli simply sipped her tea and did not reply.
"Mr. Zhongli, what's wrong with you...?"
"D'Artagnan sat down, picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and asked."
"It's nothing," Zhongli shook his head and said calmly.
“By the way, Mr. Tadalia, since you happen to have some free time today, how about… we have a little sparring match?”
"OK!"
Upon hearing this, D'Artagnan's eyes lit up, and he said...
"Okay, after we finish watching this show, let's find a place outside Liyue Harbor."
Zhongli said calmly.
"Um!"
We don't know the outcome of this exchange, but according to an unnamed employee of the Northern Bank, on that day, a tall, thin man with a blank expression grabbed their CEO and dumped him at the entrance of the Northern Bank...
………………
"Xiao Mu, thank you so much this time."
After the two left the Heyu Teahouse, Gan Yu said to Jiang Mu with a face full of gratitude.
"It's alright." Jiang Mu waved his hand. "As long as you can cheer up, Sister Gan Yu."
As he spoke, Jiang Mu said, half-jokingly.
"Sister Gan Yu, do you still want to work on my farm?"
"why not?"
Upon hearing this, Gan Yu smiled and said.
"ah?"
Jiang Mu was a little confused.
"Didn't you... already know that Zhongli didn't die...?"
"yes."
Gan Yu nodded and continued to look at Jiang Mu with a smile.
"Then why..."
Jiang Mu asked in confusion.
"The Emperor has already told me."
Gan Yu tilted her head and said playfully.
“I have worked for Liyue for a thousand years, and the contract he signed with me was originally not meant to have a time limit.”
"In other words, if I want, I can continue working for Liyue indefinitely."
"At the same time, if I don't want to... I can leave at any time."
"Then, Sister Gan Yu, you..."
Jiang Mu said in disbelief.
"What are you thinking about..."
Gan Yu chuckled and patted Jiang Mu's head.
"No matter how you look at it, this is a job I've held for thousands of years. It's absolutely impossible for me to suddenly give it up."
"That's good……"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Mu breathed a sigh of relief.
If the people of Liyue found out that he had tricked away the Seven Stars Secretary who had worked for them for a thousand years, who knows what kind of trouble it would cause...
Pshaw, what do you mean by "tricking someone into leaving"? If it's a matter of mutual consent, how can it be called "tricking someone into leaving"?
"However, Xiao Mu, I will keep an eye on your farm."
Gan Yu looked at Jiang Mu and said with a smile.
"no problem."
Jiang Mu said with absolute certainty.
Just kidding, his farm is a legitimate "enterprise" registered with the General Affairs Department, and with Yan Qiao and others keeping a close eye on it, how could anything go wrong?
Seeing Jiang Mu's appearance, Gan Yu nodded in relief, reached out to straighten his clothes, and then smiled.
"Alright, you've spent so much time with me, I'm satisfied. You still have a lot to do, so go on, I need to get back to work too."
"Oh." Jiang Mu nodded, turned and left without any hesitation.
Gan Yu is right, he still has a lot to do...
"hehe……"
Watching Jiang Mu's departing figure, Gan Yu smiled gently.
"Thank you, Xiaomu."
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