So, even reluctant to put a little sothing on the line, right? Charging at prices for vegetarian dishes is a big no-no in honest business.
Although for a tourist city, this kind of approach actually reduces mishaps.
With the sudden change, Fu Qian looked down at the heavy Ice Species Glass around his neck, making a quick judgnt.
Such a developnt is, of course, not surprising. The guide’s warning of "don’t talk to strangers" wasn’t given for nothing.
When he ca along with Brother Zhang, he had already considered potential business models and pricing standards.
Unfortunately, these days, businesses are so heavy-handed with cost-cutting that they’ve practically reached the point of Deviation.
Even though they hired such a classic image like Brother Zhang’s, they stubbornly refuse to spend a bit more on the actual product experience.
Cost doesn’t matter, but if this approach continues, it would be difficult to gauge the effect of the dancer’s belly insignia.
"Alright, can I have that too?"
Under the gaze of the crowd, Fu Qian had no issue with being called a "VIP," and pointed at the ring on the dancer’s belly.
"The veil gift signifies you have won the dancer’s favor, and you will be able to have a private eting next—"
The three individuals who erged from the shadows each exuded significant Montum, now surrounding them from various angles.
One of them, although not very burly and even wearing real prescription glasses, had a nacing look in his eyes, speaking with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes.
Regrettably, Fu Qian’s reaction seed to mismatch his worldly experience, glancing up and down with squinted eyes as he further elaborated on the cultural customs.
"I ant that ring."
Sadly, Fu Qian clearly had little interest in listening and interrupted directly.
Falling to such a place to watch over things, regardless of their presentation, expecting intelligence out of them is asking too much.
In situations a bit unclear, cracking a perfunctory joke in response is all too normal.
Of course, if the "VIP" actually believed in the supposed private exchanges, they could indeed sit at the sa table.
"Huh? That’s not possible..."
As expected, with such an outrageous request, Brother Glasses montarily had nothing to say.
And without his cue, the dancer was left to improvise, instinctively covering her belly and shaking her head.
"So, is it effective?"
Fu Qian, still not insistent, gave a slight nod, as if inquiring about user experience.
"Just average..."
The dancer seed to be ntally stalled, only responding automatically.
Is the evaluation really that low? This clearly implies it’s not a standard safety practice.
Without saying anything else, Fu Qian’s expression resembled that of soone whose product received a poor review.
Hmph, if that’s the case, such an untrustworthy user...
The next mont, as his mind stirred, the dancer’s broken connection was no more.
...
Indeed, casually controlling.
Depriving the dancer of the "third cause" blessing, Fu Qian was quite satisfied with the effect.
Even though the decoration on her belly hadn’t been removed, she was no different from anyone else now.
Furthermore, a certain special mark was imprinted on her at his will.
Specifically, it described her as the "third cause" abandoner.
Even if she were covered in blue eyes later, it wouldn’t have any effect anymore.
The will of God is unpredictable, it’s just the sa as ever.
Given these test results, theoretically, even without clarifying everything, could he complete the task by branding everyone as outcasts?
Just that, as a part of Lan Fyla’s culture, the total number of people to process seems a bit excessive.
Secondly, without the ability to use Extraordinary Perception, long-distance operation is impossible.
Otherwise, before leaving here, the task might already be completed.
"You must leave a gratitude gift, or it will be seen as insulting our tradition."
While analyzing the task scenario, Brother Glasses seemingly regained his senses and chose to speak frankly without any creativity.
"So, do you have one?"
Fu Qian asked without demanding, glancing at the female team mber.
"What?"
She seed awkward, apparently not used to such situations.
"Gratitude gift."
"...But aren’t you the VIP?"
Only then realizing Fu Qian’s intention, she paused and questioned in surprise.
"So, just asking if you’d like to."
Fu Qian remained calm, pointing at his neck.
"Sorry, I really don’t want to."
Unfortunately, the female mber appeared to be thinking clearly and, after a brief silence, gently declined.
"What a pity."
Fu Qian didn’t insist on it, and with a sigh, he simply pulled out a thick stack of cash from his pocket and placed it aside.
"Here, take it yourself."
...
However, Brother Glasses didn’t rush to count it, instead scrutinizing Fu Qian again with the sa curious eye as before, pondering if there was sothing amiss or if he was just acting tough.
"Thank you for your patronage, it’s just right."
Once again reflecting human limitations, under the watchful gaze of the group, he chose to maintain his original judgnt, assuming the person before him was rely pretending not to be intimidated.
Then he dragged the entire stack of cash in front of him.
"That’s too much, this money could buy your whole place."
But before Fu Qian could speak, the woman in the white dress, having observed the entire process, finally couldn’t hold back any longer, coldly indicating for him to return the money, while pulling out two notes from her own pocket and slapping them onto the table.
"And now, I’m suddenly interested in being the VIP, giving you a chance; I’ll pay the money."
Though she appeared sowhat delicate, her words were domineering, and there was a faint threat in her ntion of "giving you a chance."
While saying this, she cast a glance in Fu Qian’s direction, perhaps differently from Brother Glasses’ judgnt, worried that he might not be all bluff.
Fu Qian sowhat understood the aning behind those eyes given such an unexpected reversal.
But you are actually overthinking, aligning values differs among individuals.
For him, what he gained from this trip far surpasses a national dance performance.
Even if it indeed used up all the cash he had on him.
"Hmm... thanks for your opportunity, this is also just right."
Besides, this young person might have so Observation skills, but his worldly experience is notably lacking.
No surprise, after his initial shock, Brother Glasses soon wore a squinting grin, reaching over to pull out those two relatively large-denomination bills, pressing them under his hand.
"Get one for this lady too."
He clearly had no intention of refunding the earlier paynt, already signaling to the dancer.
You...
As the dancer complied, the woman in the white dress appeared sowhat flushed with frustration.
"So, is it done?"
Amidst the subtle tension, Fu Qian casually confird.
"Looking forward to your next visit."
Clearly satisfied, Brother Glasses even switched to using professional language.
"Alright."
Fu Qian stood up, tapped the table.
"Robbery."
He previously ntioned that dues should be settled accordingly.
What needs earning, gets earned; what needs spending, gets spent.
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