Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1708: Chapter 1703: Professional Ethics

"Then I’ll wait for your good news."

Facing Fu Qian’s empty promise style, Cecilia was silent for a while, but when she spoke again, she didn’t raise any doubts.

"Also, it sounds like I should give you a bonus."

Not only that, she even immediately showcased the virtues of a patron.

"The more, the better."

And Fu Qian was unceremonious, directly indicating that more strange items could be brought at any time.

Although no obvious Extraordinary Elements could be seen yet, this tormented wealthy woman was undoubtedly a special character in this world.

If it weren’t for this, she probably wouldn’t have had that experience, thus enduring such suffering.

Life is resilient yet fragile; anything excessively special, including Talent, could become the Poison that corrodes it.

"There’s one last question, your father seems absent from your upbringing?"

Reflections on life didn’t affect Fu Qian’s consultation.

"The reason isn’t very complicated; my father was equally good to me. The only issue... he wasn’t just a good father to one person."

Compared to Fu Qian’s tactful inquiry, Cecilia’s response was even more straightforward.

"After divorcing my mother, I rarely saw him, even less after my mother’s passing. The last time was three years ago when he died."

"No need for regrets, this was my choice."

Not only that, the next moment, she even reversed roles, looking over with a special gaze.

"Speaking of which, this seems to be a common point between us?"

...

"Rest assured, I’ve never done any boring investigations, but some things between the same kind are easy to sense."

Not waiting for Fu Qian’s response, Cecilia explained immediately.

"The first time I saw you, I thought your parents probably aren’t around anymore."

"Or are they the parents of this ’role’?"

It turns out Cecilia underestimated the weight of the doctor’s empathy.

Not only was there no displeasure, but Fu Qian even shook his head, giving an odd counter-question.

"Indeed, you could say that."

For a moment a bit dazed, but Lady Cecilia promptly showed a charming smile, tilting her head to think seriously.

"If you truly are an Actor, you undoubtedly have acting skills that others can’t match."

"Thank you for the compliment, it makes a lot of sense."

Fu Qian remained courteous yet unmodest, like a breath of fresh spring air.

"When a person seeks such resonance from someone of the opposite sex... shouldn’t a polite response be an invitation to enjoy the night together, discussing life?"

However, Cecilia still seemed dissatisfied with his response.

Running her fingers through her long hair, bringing out the fragrance of her shower, the next moment she flashed her eyes, her tone almost ambiguous.

"You don’t understand, it’s called professional ethics."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian was already standing up, playing leisurely with the crown in hand, fully in farewell mode.

"Can’t date patients? But you’re not a real doctor."

Cecilia furrowed her brow slightly, not hiding her frustration at being rejected.

"But I’m a real bookstore owner."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian’s expression was impeccably calm, gesturing towards the window.

"It’s midnight; my shop should open."

...

Cecilia naturally did not continue to request a tour of the Late Night Bookstore, instead satisfactorily seeing Fu Qian off.

As she waved goodbye, she mentioned she would return tomorrow, meeting again next time.

To this, Fu Qian responded with a warm "Lincheng welcomes you," not bothering with even a "next time for sure."

The reason is simple, not that he is unsociable, but that all social obligations have been fulfilled.

Lady Cecilia’s goal had long been achieved.

The night tour wasn’t important; what was important was proposing the tour, just like the newly discovered message before.

Under that alluring demeanor, Fu Qian was quite certain she was still practicing under doctor’s orders, and he played the role of a prop.

Of course, the farewell wasn’t due to any aversion to being a tool.

Whether Lady Cecilia believes it or not, the professional ethics claim is entirely true, and he had to go back and open the shop.

The Shangjing turmoil had just died down; it was best for him, a mysterious Night Watchman consultant, to light up a lamp and ensure stability at night.

If he directly went on vacation like that, Chief Yuan would curse.

...

Looking more and more presentable.

Returning to the warehouse, lightly placing the crown on the long table before him, Fu Qian contentedly admired his collection.

The crown was indeed no ordinary item, showing no signs of color loss upon arriving at the warehouse.

And compared to previous collections, like the statue, Headcage, the broken Rattle Bell... this new acquisition undoubtedly looked more legitimate.

Especially when compared to the Bronze Headband beside it.

As expected, attractiveness is justice.

With admiration, Fu Qian directly put on the Messenger.

...

For a nighttime business to do well, regular customers are almost a necessity.

But evidently, even with his dedication, due to excessively fickle operating hours, this aspect hasn’t cultivated yet.

Adjusting the lighting to perfection, leaning comfortably behind the counter, Fu Qian examined his injuries while analyzing the current business landscape.

The gift from Red Moon was fitting; although Chief Yuan’s whipping was brutal, with this regenerative addition, the internal and external wounds had almost healed, showing no traces.

Of course, the store’s customers were the same.

Clearly, no one had discovered this urban treasure trove of the late night yet.

But it doesn’t matter, developing a business requires a flexible mind; if people don’t seek you, you can seek them.

Fingers gently tapped the counter, and the next moment, Fu Qian responded to a call in his mind.

...

"Are you crazy? Why are you involved in such matters?"

A familiar voice promptly came from that side, clearly belonging to Fangthroat Lay Buddhist, one of the Abandonment King’s most staunch believers among the Greedy Worm group.

And she was obviously displeased, almost shouting at another person.

"Yasui is clearly planning some major action, and that’s why he needs to recruit people. Do you want to be used like a pawn?"

"The main point is that I don’t see any benefit; what can Yasui give you? Miracle Elixir?"

"Are you thinking of dragging everyone to risk adventures while using everyone as free test subjects?"

"How could I have such childish ideas."

After enduring her violent outburst, the figure on the opposite side finally spoke.

"Miracle Elixir holds no value to us; ordinary Extraordinary Materials and items are of little significance."

The voice was cold, yet the person sounded much more emotionally stable.

"Then why? What’s the reason?"

Perhaps shocked that the other person still had a clear mind, Fangthroat Lay Buddhist’s tone finally calmed down.

"But they have one resource that is meaningful to us — an intelligence network."

The person on the opposite side didn’t keep them guessing and gave the answer directly.

"I just think Yasui could possibly help us find that blessed person faster."