My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 80

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Now though, thinking about it... Du Xinliang was his son, sure, but he was also his own person. It wasn't right to force his own regrets onto him and expect him to fill in the gaps.

Just now, while facing Qiao Chun, Du Qinxue had figured all of that out in a flash.

Honestly, being able to come to that conclusion already put him ahead of a lot of parents—some never figure it out their entire lives, never accept that their kids are separate individuals.

Now that everything was settled, Jiang Yiqing said his goodbyes. Du Qinxue came over with a grin and handed him a red envelope.

"Brother Wen already gave me the heads-up about the going rate. Good thing my wife reminded me, or I would've totally forgotten," Du Qinxue said cheerfully.

He could tell this Master Jiang had the real skills. Who knew if they might need his help again someday, so Du Qinxue kept his tone humble and respectful.

Going rate? Jiang Yiqing raised an eyebrow. Didn't expect Wen Xiuyan to even mention that. Now he was a bit curious what exactly the "market price" was.

It was money he'd earned fair and square, so he took it without hesitation. Before leaving, his smile widened. "If you ever need anything, just hit me up."

"For sure, for sure. I'll add you on WeChat—same number, right?" Du Qinxue asked right away.

They exchanged WeChats, and Jiang Yiqing turned down Du Qinxue's offer to walk him out. On the way, he passed by a self-service bank and, holding the card Du Qinxue had given him, walked in—curious about how much was inside.

The second he saw the number, Jiang Yiqing's calm, otherworldly-master act fell apart. His eyes widened slightly, and he muttered, "This much? Did he give me the wrong card or something?"

He pulled out his phone, ready to text Du Qinxue, but halfway through typing, he deleted it. Maybe better to ask Wen Xiuyan first—wouldn't want to come off all flustered and uncomposed.

So, Jiang Yiqing messaged Wen Xiuyan instead, asking what was up. Why was there so much money in the card Du Qinxue gave him? Could it have been a mistake?

Wen Xiuyan replied almost instantly, completely calm: "You didn't get the wrong card."

Jiang Yiqing: "?" Seriously? That much?

Wen Xiuyan simply said it wasn't that much—in fact, Jiang Yiqing had been undercharging all this time.

He told Jiang Yiqing to just take it easy and accept it. His final message basically summed up to: Rich guy. Bleed him dry.

Jiang Yiqing: ...Alright then.

Still, getting paid that much? He really had Wen Xiuyan to thank. So Jiang Yiqing texted: "Thanks, President Wen. I'll treat you to a meal sometime!"

Among friends, the highest form of gratitude—treating someone to food.

Wen Xiuyan smiled and typed back fast: "Sure. I'm free anytime."

Seeing that reply, Jiang Yiqing rubbed his chin. Huh... why did it kind of feel like the guy was just sitting there waiting for him to ask him out to dinner?

Truth be told, with someone like Wen Xiuyan, people probably lined up for a shot to take him out. No way he was hurting for a free meal.

But that reply from Wen Xiuyan made Jiang Yiqing take it a bit more seriously. What was just a casual offer before now felt like something he should actually plan. He started thinking about when would be a good time.

Eventually, the two agreed on dinner the day after tomorrow.

On the way home, Jiang Yiqing was in a pretty good mood, casually scrolling through his phone, looking up nice restaurants.

Unfortunately, the good vibes didn't last.

Because the second he got home, poof—the money he just received had already been redirected... to the Ancestral Temple construction fund.

What he had left was just enough to cover his basic living expenses.

He had originally wanted to take Wen Xiuyan to somewhere fancy. Now? Yeah, forget about that. One upscale dinner and he'd be dining on air for the rest of the month.

Fuming, Jiang Yiqing stormed over to the Ancestral Temple. It was nighttime now, and the ghost construction crew was still hard at work, moving bricks and hammering away. Not far off, the designer ghost was sitting down, doodling on some paper with a grin, clearly busy with something.

Jiang Yiqing marched over, full of righteous anger—only to be met with the designer ghost's beaming face.

Just as Jiang Yiqing was about to say "You've still got the nerve to smile?", the designer ghost beat him to it: "Boss Jiang! Look, I saved you a ton of money!"

Jiang Yiqing: "???"

Is this guy kidding? Saved him a ton? His entire paycheck had vanished in one go.

At least leave him enough to buy someone a meal!

But once the designer ghost finished explaining, Jiang Yiqing realized... the guy really had saved him a bunch of money.

Jiang Yiqing trembled. "If you saved me so much... why does it still cost this much?!"

The designer ghost just gave him a goofy smile, completely missing the point. Then he eagerly shared how he'd recently started recruiting programmers in the underworld—and, sure enough, quite a few ghosts had applied.

Now all they needed was official approval from the underworld authorities and to get all the proper certifications, and they'd be good to go.

That said, the underworld bureaucracy was a total nightmare these days. No clue when those certificates would actually be issued.

Talking about that bummed the designer ghost out.

Normally, Jiang Yiqing might've offered a few words of ghostly solidarity to cheer him up. But not today. Not when he'd just gotten rich for half a second before going broke again.

He ignored the designer ghost's dramatic sighs and, since he was already there, decided to check on the construction progress.

Right as he walked over—just his luck—a ghost construction worker flung a brick slightly off aim. It went flying sideways and smacked another ghost right in the head.

That ghost's head instantly caved in a little. He let out a dramatic yell and struggled to pull the brick off his skull. He grumbled, annoyed, "Can't you be more careful? Great, now I gotta go buy beauty water from Granny Meng* again. This whole day's work down the drain. So annoying!"

(*Granny Meng orMeng Po. She is the goddess of forgetfulness in the Chinese underworld (the Dìyù, or hell). Her main role is to serve a special soup, known as 孟婆汤 (Mèng Pó Tāng), or Meng Po's Soup, to the souls of the dead before they reincarnate.)

Jiang Yiqing frowned. "Why don't they have helmets?"

He might be human, but seeing something like that still triggered his safety instincts hard.

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