Isn't this better than having a lot of skills but nowhere to use them?
Seeing that the two men's expressions seemed to soften, Zhang Shaozhong continued to increase the stakes:
"And this job is so flexible! We can do it whenever we want, and we can quit whenever we don't want to! If we make money, we can eat and drink well and stay in better hotels!"
"Maybe we can even save up enough money to solve your identity problem, or even... find clues to go back?"
That last sentence truly touched the two powerful figures. They exchanged a glance, both seeing in each other's eyes a longing to regain their power and return to their homeland.
Ling Qingxue was silent for a moment, then spoke with great difficulty:
"...There should be curtains to shield one from the noise."
Night Enchantress awkwardly added:
"...Stay far away from that fake Qing! And I want the lion's share of the profits!"
Zhang Shao was overjoyed to see that they had changed their minds:
"No problem! Everything you say! The curtains are no problem! We can set up separate stalls! We can discuss how to split the money!"
Let's do it!
Zhang Shaozhong used his last bit of money to buy an old bed sheet, two small stools, a pen, and a piece of cardboard from a general store.
Then, in a corner of a small park on the edge of town with a decent flow of people, they began to "set up" furtively.
He hung an old bed sheet between two trees, barely creating a small space for Ling Qingxue to use as a "clinic".
Small stools were placed outside as a "waiting area." A few steps away, another small stool was placed for Ye Meier, with the cardboard sheet spread out in front of it.
"What should I write?"
Zhang Shaozhong held a pen, pondering advertising copy.
Finally, on Ling Qingxue's bed sheet, he wrote in crooked handwriting:
"A family-trained traditional Chinese medicine doctor, specializing in treating difficult and complicated diseases, regulating qi and blood, and curing diseases with medicine."
He then wrote on the cardboard in front of Night Enchantress:
"Mysterious divination can discern the secrets of heaven, guide one through confusion, and help one avoid misfortune and seek good fortune."
The two bigwigs looked at the extremely shabby "stall" and the exaggerated advertising slogans, and their expressions were quite interesting.
Ling Qingxue's lips twitched slightly as she looked at the words "old Chinese medicine doctor".
Ye Meier looked at "Mysterious Divine Calculation" and burst out laughing:
"The Xuanmen? I'm from the Demonic Sect! Kid, can't you even write?"
Zhang Shaozhong:
"...Just get the gist of it! Keep it low-key! Keep it low-key!"
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