Today, as soon as the God of Wealth arrived, he gave her another crystal core. Although it was only a level-one crystal core, it was still worth two hundred points!
The God of Wealth said it was for the water bill, but… her conscience felt uneasy!
She felt she couldn’t be too stingy!
After all, if she was too stingy, the business wouldn’t last long.
She felt she should also show some appreciation.
Therefore, Qian Chuanchuan had just spent 99 points in the System Mall to buy a super-sized thermos cup for the God of Wealth!
Look! How considerate she was!
“Here!” She handed the super-sized thermos cup to the man and said, “This is new, never been used. It’s for you, a customer perk!”
The God of Wealth deserved it!
Ling Zhanlou took the light-blue giant water cup printed with strawberry patterns from the girl’s hands. He looked up at the girl whose face was full of expectation, and the corners of his lips twitched imperceptibly.
“…Thank you.” His voice was low. As his long fingers brushed over the cup’s lid, he suddenly felt that this cup wasn’t that ugly after all…
“You’re welcome!”
Actually, Qian Chuanchuan had also wanted to pick a wildly cool and badass thermos cup for the God of Wealth. But she was the only buyer in the System Mall, and the items inside leaned towards being feminine. This was already the most gender-neutral one!
After giving the gift, Qian Chuanchuan was ready to make a sale.
“Are you going to buy buns?”
Ling Zhanlou glanced at the price board standing to the side. The types of buns on it had already changed.
Among them were the two fillings he had mentioned yesterday.
The other fillings were also ones she didn’t have yesterday.
It seemed this shop had a wide variety of ingredients.
“Yes, how many shrimp-and-three-delicacies buns and preserved-vegetable-and-pork buns do you have? I’ll take them all.”
“There are thirty in total for these two fillings. Do you want them all?”
The man nodded.
“My shop opens every day, and starting today, I’ll be selling in both the morning and afternoon. Actually, you don’t need to stock up on so many at once. They don’t taste good when they get cold, and they aren’t easy to carry.”
“Of course, if you plan to leave the area, pretend I didn’t say that.”
If it were anyone else, Qian Chuanchuan wouldn’t have reminded them of this. After all, the more they bought, the more she earned.
But the man was just too generous; it was hard for her heart not to be biased.
Moreover, like those four people yesterday morning, anyone could tell they were leaving, so it was normal for them to buy more.
But the man in front of her didn’t look like he was going anywhere.
Because if he were leaving, he should have bought all the buns, just like those four people.
“Don’t worry, Boss. I have a spatial item. The buns won’t get cold inside it.”
A spatial item?
Qian Chuanchuan was a bit dazed.
This was the apocalypse, not a cultivation world. How did spatial items pop up?
Sensing its host’s confusion, System San San immediately jumped out to explain: [Host, in the apocalypse, not only do zombies have crystal cores, but ability users actually have crystal cores too. And spatial items are crafted by extracting the crystal cores of spatial ability users.]
Hearing the system’s explanation, Qian Chuanchuan gasped, “Then aren’t these spatial ability users just fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered in everyone’s eyes?”
[*You could say that, but it’s not that easy to extract them. Out of a hundred spatial ability users, it’s considered good if even one can be successfully made into a spatial item, so generally, people won’t try.
Because more often than not, they’ll just end up suffering a double loss.*]
“I see, then that’s a bit better.”
Although Qian Chuanchuan felt this kind of behavior was very cruel and a wave of discomfort inevitably rose in her heart, she quickly calmed down.
This was a world where all order had completely collapsed. As an outsider, she had no right to judge, let alone the power to change anything.
However, for this man to actually possess such a thing, it seemed he was far from simple.
It’s just… shouldn’t someone hide and conceal having such an item?
Why did he just casually say it out loud?
One must know, this was a good item. Wasn’t he afraid she would rob him?
Or did he think she didn’t have the strength?
Fine, she indeed didn’t have the strength.
She was just an ordinary, weak bun shop owner without the strength to truss a chicken.
What Qian Chuanchuan didn’t notice, however, was that after the man finished speaking, his eyes never left her.
But Ling Zhanlou only saw confusion in the girl’s slightly upturned peach-blossom eyes, followed by what seemed to be surprise, and finally, a trace of helplessness flashing through the depths of her eyes before settling into calmness.
From beginning to end, there wasn’t a hint of greed.
Or condemnation.
“I’ll go pack the buns for you.” Qian Chuanchuan gathered her thoughts, turned around, and went into the shop to pack the buns for the man.
Soon, thirty buns were packed.
She handed over the plastic bag full of buns, her face once again hanging up a professional, business-like smile.
At this time, Ling Zhanlou also took out two level-five crystal cores and handed them over.
Qian Chuanchuan happily accepted the crystal cores.
This was two thousand points!
Ling Zhanlou took the bag, and then it disappeared at his fingertips.
Qian Chuanchuan merely glanced at this scene before withdrawing her gaze.
After all, she had already seen it once yesterday.
Furthermore, she actually still found the spatial item the man mentioned a bit hard to accept in her heart.
Consequently, there were some subtle changes in her attitude when facing the man.
Qian Chuanchuan herself didn’t notice it.
But Ling Zhanlou acutely perceived it.
His movements paused imperceptibly.
“Boss,” he suddenly spoke, his voice deeper than usual.
“Hmm, what’s wrong?” Qian Chuanchuan looked up at the man through the window.
Her eyes were a bit bewildered. Her amber pupils appeared exceptionally clear in the morning light, as if she didn’t understand why the man suddenly called her.
“It’s nothing.” Ling Zhanlou’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his gaze shifted away from her face. “I’ll be going now.”
“Oh, okay, goodbye.” Qian Chuanchuan subconsciously flashed a professional smile, the small dimples at the corners of her mouth faintly visible.
The moment Ling Zhanlou turned around, the color of his eyes darkened at a visible rate. He unconsciously stroked the thermos cup with the strawberry pattern with his long fingers. The cartoon pattern under his fingertips suddenly became exceptionally glaring.
Very ugly!
In a flash, the thermos cup was directly stored away into his space.
Qian Chuanchuan watched the man’s retreating back, his straight shoulder line gradually blurring in the morning mist. She tilted her head and couldn’t help but ask in her mind: [San San, why do I feel like the God of Wealth seems angry?]
System San San’s electronic voice carried its unique mechanical feel: [I don’t think so? Why would he be angry? Did the host do anything just now?]
System San San did not have a function to detect other people’s emotions, nor did it understand human feelings, so naturally, it couldn’t tell if Ling Zhanlou was angry or not.
But it still tried its best to analyze the situation for its host.
Qian Chuanchuan thought back for a moment, then finally shook her head. “No!”
[Then it should be the host’s illusion.] San San’s electronic voice was resolute and decisive.
Qian Chuanchuan murmured doubtfully: “Is that so?”
Probably…
After all, she really hadn’t done anything.
It was probably really just her illusion.