A plastic washbasin, with big red flowers and green leaves, evokes childhood memories for so many people.
"Is this... something for washing?" Lin Daiyu asked with disappointment, knowing full well that Lin Ruhai couldn't possibly have used this basin to wash his face and then recovered.
"Keep drawing," the little God of Wealth said casually, not feeling guilty at all about spending ninety-nine taels of silver on a washbasin.
Then one box after another was opened, and Lin Daiyu received mineral water bottles, two toothbrushes, a bar of soap, a can of cola, half a pound of millet, and so on.
In the system's view, they are all collectively referred to as "cheap goods".
Lin Daiyu, however, did not see it that way. Although she did not draw what her father needed, the things she did draw were extraordinary!
At least Lin Daiyu had never seen that crystal-clear bottle that was as light as a feather.
There are also cylindrical jars filled with water, made of neither gold nor jade...
It's astonishing; only a god could sell such "goods."
But no matter how extraordinary these things were, Lin Daiyu did not draw the one she needed most.
She was anxious, fearing she wouldn't be able to buy any more and would miss the chance to rescue her father. She quickly organized her thoughts and asked:
"God of Wealth, can I draw another one?" she hurriedly added, realizing she didn't have enough money.
"When I get home, I want to buy more money."
For the first time, the ethereal Lin Daiyu worries about money.
They've taken the bait!
Ling Xiao was secretly pleased. Her method was indeed superior. Look, she bought something for one tael of silver and directly exchanged it for nine hundred and ninety taels of silver. Moreover, the buyer was even begging her to sell more.
As the saying goes, with a 50% profit, capital will take risks; with a 100% profit, it will dare to trample on all human laws.
If there's a 300% profit margin, capital will sell even the rope that would hang itself!
The profit from the treasure chests is far more than 300%, Ling Xiao thought to himself, he must protect this business.
First, the image of the God of Wealth must be maintained; second, some incentives should be offered to buyers.
"Of course you can keep buying," the little god of wealth said, waving his hand as he put the empty box back into his personal space.
Before Lin Daiyu could even smile, the young fortune teller, leaning against the bedside, casually fiddled with her fingernails and said:
"I came down to the mortal world to complete my meritorious deeds and trials so that I can successfully become a formal God of Wealth. Of course, the more money I earn, the better."
The beginner treasure chest costs 100 taels per use, and the level of items inside is limited.
She looked at Lin Daiyu, her face half-lit and half-shadowed by the lamplight, her rosy lips parted:
"For example, Jiangzhu, the item you need to save your father isn't in the beginner treasure chest. I only put it there because I gave you special treatment."
How are you going to thank me?
They fabricated something out of nothing and forcibly implanted the idea that the buyer had already gotten a good deal.
She also conveniently categorized her treasure chests into levels: beginner, intermediate, and advanced, making it easier to exploit buyers.
Lin Daiyu was restless, biting her lip lightly. For some reason, she sensed a sense of danger.
This girlish God of Wealth exudes a sense of danger in every word and action.
Seeing her conflicted expression, Ling Xiao chuckled, her emotions flowing freely. She pressed her face against the still-warm quilt, and a muffled voice came from within:
"If it were anyone else, I'd make them skin half alive. But Jiangzhu, consider this the first good deed I've done in the last hundred years."
Lin Daiyu, who had been tense, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
At the same time, she was puzzled. It was the name Jiangzhu that had saved her again. She felt an urge to know who Jiangzhu was, what her identity was, and whether she was her past life.
The next thought was that this God of Wealth was indeed not a benevolent deity.
The idea of having to peel off half a layer of skin and then wait a hundred years to do one good deed is enough to send chills down your spine.
The next second, a tinkling sound caught her attention. She saw that jewelry such as pearl hairpins and ruby forehead pendants had been casually taken off and thrown on the ground.
The little god of wealth rolled into the quilt, revealing a pretty, fair face from beneath the brocade covers. His long sleeves, without any wind, automatically pulled Lin Daiyu into the bed.
"The spring night is too short, let's go to sleep. Didn't you say you could only get the silver by going home with me? This God of Wealth will reluctantly stay here."
Lin Daiyu was bewildered, not knowing how things had developed to this point.
Shouldn't the immortals simply ride the clouds and take her home in a flash?
After a long silence, she asked softly:
"So there are formal and informal versions of the God of Wealth?"
Ling Xiao perked up. This point was the root and explanation for all her actions—the intern God of Wealth, which was why she descended to earth to make money, hoping to become a full-time employee.
“Of course,” Ling Xiao rolled over and began to make up a story:
"The gods in Heaven are all in one place, and every year countless wandering immortals and spirits want to join Heaven."
Of course, there's a selection process first, then learning, and finally, I'm here to accumulate merit and become a formal celestial being.
Lin Daiyu said, "This is not the same as the imperial examinations in the human world." It is probably even more difficult. The difficulty of becoming an official and becoming a deity are naturally different.
"Uh-huh"
Lin Daiyu heard the laughing voice of the young girl, the God of Wealth:
"The God of Wealth is a righteous deity in Heaven, and also a god of fortune. I fought my way from the Southern Heavenly Gate to the Jade Pool, overcoming numerous obstacles to finally succeed."
Her voice grew sweeter and sweeter:
"Therefore, if anyone disrupts my trial, I will extract their soul and burn it in the ghostly fire for thousands of years to vent my hatred!"
Lin Daiyu was frightened but also relieved. This meant that the Little God of Wealth would not break the rules on his own, and her father could really be saved.
I don't know how I fell asleep afterwards...
The next morning, Zijuan was preparing to enter the cabin to serve the young lady when she looked up and was startled. She quickly covered her mouth tightly.
The sight of all these rare and precious treasures, so dazzling and magnificent, made Zijuan's heart pound with fear. But that was not all; the most important thing was that these things clearly did not belong to her young lady!
There are two shadows inside the bed curtains!
The loyal maid's first thought was to prevent anyone from discovering what was happening here, so she closed the doors and windows tightly.
Lifting the bed curtains, Zijuan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the scene inside; it was a young lady—
That won't do! How did she get in?
Lin Daiyu woke up groggily and, seeing her head maid's appearance, nimbly got out of bed, not daring to disturb the God of Wealth.
After explaining the situation in detail, Lin Daiyu understood that, as a young lady from a respectable family, she couldn't possibly hide a living person so well.
Zijuan believed it to be mostly due to the effects of the things she had taken out yesterday—things she had never heard of or seen before, plus the fact that she had entered the cabin without anyone noticing.
When Ling Xiao woke up without being grumpy, Jia Lian, with a serious expression, was anxiously waiting outside.
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