Chapter 188: Chapter 150: Lottery Sales Are Stagnant, Please Help Us! (Part 2)

For writing work, Master Penman is quite knowledgeable. After briefly scanning the content of the manuscript, she pointed out an urgent issue to be addressed:

"Our Lust faction, wanting to promote marriage contracts between people, is a good thing!

There are people outside the city who have the need for marriage, with clear prices, and we have male and female resources on hand, so...

Why not send people out through a marriage agency? Also, why do we have to charge only when the match is successful?

The meeting fee, dowry commission, technical services for added physical disability, etc., are all basic.

Why can’t we let people outside the city come in for packaging? We provide the venue, and once pregnant..."

What Master Penman said made the House Madam’s eyes light up.

No wonder she is Master Penman; she has a unique understanding of "words," and compared to their strong methods, Master Penman’s suggestions are much gentler...

Note it down and report it!

This also provides guidance for their future work.

...

Inside the Celestial Fragrance Pavilion.

After singing twenty songs in one go, Vice Captain Xiyu finally felt a bit tired.

He carried a freshly opened bottle of white liquor and, supported by several women, slowly approached the sofa...

His eyes were already a bit blurry as he tried hard to open them, only to see that everyone wanted him to sit on a woman. Xiyu frowned:

"Move aside, I want to design an ergonomic sofa, not sit on a person."

Saying this, Xiyu broke free from the people supporting him and swayed to the corner where Li Chuchu and Lin Hao were sitting.

"Brothers, sisters, let’s have a drink."

Saying this, Xiyu picked up the liquor and took a swig himself.

Under Lin Hao’s observation, each time Xiyu drank the liquor from the club, his spiritual power would become chaotic due to the Emotion Severing and Desire Enhancing Order.

Once his spiritual power stabilized a bit, Xiyu would continue drinking again.

He truly is an interesting Martial Artist.

Compared to Lin Hao’s Divine Thought observations, Li Chuchu handed Xiyu a bottle of mineral water to sober him up:

"Vice Captain Xiyu, you really had a bit too much to drink today."

"How can you drink water while drinking? That’s disrespectful to the liquor."

Saying this, Xiyu picked up a pair of chopsticks from the coffee table, waved them around in front of himself, and said: "I have my own way of sobering up, singing and eating."

Saying this, Xiyu reached for a dish with the chopsticks.

I grab, I grab, I keep grabbing...

No matter how he tried, even switching dishes, Xiyu couldn’t pick up anything from the dish.

Not even a piece of ginger...

What’s going on? Why is it all just plain soup?

Usually, when eating, isn’t there always plenty? Could it be that the chef saw the amount of food wasted in my private room and gave fewer ingredients?

Xiyu tried hard to open his eyes and looked clearly at the dishes on the coffee table.

Just as he wondered if he was drunk, a server knocked and entered, bringing in steaming plates of food: small steamed buns, braised pork, sweet and sour pork...

In the club, why is there always filling food?

But Xiyu couldn’t care so much now, he just wanted to eat something to avoid vomiting, then go to the bathroom.

But when he reached out with his chopsticks, I grab, I grab, I keep grabbing...

What’s going on?

Xiyu tried hard to open his eyes again, looking at the newly served dishes.

Why is it all empty?

Perhaps...

No one brought new dishes?

He really is drunk, hallucinating and all.

Xiyu rubbed his slightly swollen temples, telling Lin Hao and Li Chuchu that he was going to the bathroom, then walked over the flower path, touching every petal along the way.

He spent money.

After Xiyu walked a bit farther, Li Chuchu patted Qianqian and said:

"Qianqian, you’ve already eaten several rounds, you should take a break. Also, next time someone wants to pick up food, don’t grab so quickly. You see, when Vice Captain Xiyu reached out his chopsticks, there was nothing left to eat.

Also, if you need to go to the bathroom, go, don’t hold it."

Finished speaking, Li Chuchu looked at Lin Hao, then at Qianqian—one she worried would stay too long in the bathroom, and the other who seemingly never went...

[After observing for many days, Li Chuchu noticed that Servant Disciple Qianqian only eats without excreting, possibly awakening a Taotie Bloodline]

[Taotie, one of the four great evil bloodlines of ancient times]

[Legend has it that in ancient times, a Taotie could swallow billions of creatures, comparable to Upper Realm gods and immortals]

[Now, with disciples bearing Taotie Bloodlines in the Sect, the Sect’s future will surely prosper]

[Li Chuchu congratulates Ke Chen City Happy Milk Tea Limited Sect!]

[Li Chuchu cheers for Residual Pill Ancestor Lin Hao!]

[Nine Heavens and Ten Realms—Ke Chen City Happy Milk Tea Limited Sect will surely reach its peak]

[Compared to disciples with suspected Taotie Bloodline, Li Chuchu is more concerned about Residual Pill Ancestor Lin Hao’s complicated hemorrhoid issues]

[Residual Pill Stage is still inferior to Golden Core Stage, the formed Dharma Body cannot even cure hemorrhoids]

[If Residual Pill Ancestor Lin Hao tours the Ten Thousand Realms and engages in Magical Combat with experts from various sects, races, factions, and realms, what if hemorrhoids bleed—what then...what should be done?]

[Will the Sect’s reputation be completely ruined?]

[Invited 1 person to enter the Hell of Affairs (Prosperity Wind)]

[...]

Looking at the log updates before him, Lin Hao raised his eyebrow, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

Li Chuchu sometimes thinks quite a bit, huh~

Sometimes, the content in the log updates is truly unbearable.

To avoid having his eyes attracted by the log, he had to shift his attention...

Without Xiyu’s wailing singing, Lin Hao asked:

"Weren’t we talking about trying to make milk tea?"

"Vice Captain Xiyu, who always gives commentary, hasn’t stopped yet, has he?"

"So can we start now?"

"Yes, we can."

Saying this, Li Chuchu got up and led Lin Hao to a corner of the private room, lightly tapping a "hand" on the wall, which revealed a hidden door on the wall.

"Magical, right? I realized during my stay in River Debris City, every mature club has a secret room."

Regarding this secret room, Lin Hao’s Divine Thought had scanned it and was not very surprised.

What surprised him was the hand that Li Chuchu just tapped...

Under Lin Hao’s Divine Thought, the hand was always perceived as a "specimen," but when Li Chuchu tapped it, Lin Hao felt it seemed to still have vitality.

"Lin Hao, doesn’t this hand look almost real? When I first saw it, I was startled and almost thought it was a real hand chopped off. The lines on the hand are very clear, very detailed, but in fact, it’s a sculpture by a renowned artist from River Debris City..."

Saying this, Li Chuchu waved to Lin Hao, showing him around once he entered the secret room:

"Here we have all the normal milk tea preparation equipment and ingredients ready; the liquor is outside, just waiting for Vice Captain Xiyu to come out and see his taste."

At this, the voice of Devout Buddhist came from behind Lin Hao:

"Milk Tea Master, don’t wait for Xiyu, make a cup for Rich Monk first; Rich Monk spent the afternoon and evening praying, doing homework, chanting scriptures until my mouth almost ran dry."

Devout Buddhist heard Li Chuchu talking to Lin Hao as he entered, and it happened that he was thirsty too.

"Buddha’s Son, what scriptures did you chant this afternoon, mind chanting them for me to hear?"

Lin Hao was a bit curious about Buddhist Scripture.

Mainly curious about whether Buddhist Scripture could become Cultivation Technique according to the log’s judgment.

So, taking this opportunity to ask wouldn’t be rude.

Devout Buddhist naturally began:

"With lottery tickets not selling, Rich Monk purchases a ticket not for the ticket itself, but to give hope to the lottery shop, and it shall be judged by Buddha."

"If the lottery ticket wins, Rich Monk and Buddha share fifty-fifty."

"If Rich Monk wins, I will lead...."