Chapter 12: Sis, are you scolding me like a little brat?
【Longquan Sword, ancient forging method, cuts iron like mud; ¥23.4】
【String of Five Emperor Coins, five pieces: ¥1.05】
【Beginner Tea Art Instructor, zero-basic teaching, guaranteed mastery in 30 minutes: ¥0.12】
【Dupont Lighter: ¥16.2】
In the early morning, Lin Mo took off his headphones, fulfilling his promise of helping Yuan Meng rank up, and glanced at his phone, where new items had indeed refreshed.
How should he put it, the quality of today’s refreshed items was clearly higher than the last time, but it was also speechless—why did there always have to be dangerous items?
If it wasn’t firearms and ammunition, it was restricted knives.
What was he supposed to do with those, slaughter pigs?
Even if it cut iron like mud, so what?
It’s not like he could go to the scrapyard every day to chop things for fun.
As for selling them, it probably wouldn’t be easy, at least harder than gold.
He immediately searched on his computer and discovered that the most valuable item was actually the lighter, worth around two thousand.
As for the Five Emperor Coins, the internet said they fluctuated between a few hundred to over a thousand, though sometimes even tens of thousands, depending on supply and demand.
He himself didn’t really understand antique coins.
Besides, even if he wanted to sell them, he’d still have to find buyers, which was troublesome and not as good as real gold and silver for him.
As for the lighter, although worth two thousand, if he sold it, it would be considered second-hand, without any invoice or receipt.
This fact had already been evident from the gold bracelet and sulfur facial cleanser last time.
No packaging, no receipt, no certificate—just simple three-no products.
As for the value of a second-hand lighter, he had no clue.
If he kept it, he had no habit of showing off with such an expensive lighter anyway.
After thinking briefly, Lin Mo decisively chose the beginner tea art instructor.
Although it didn’t sound very nice, it wasn’t like it was asking him to act like some playboy.
On the contrary, it was a practical skill.
He was still a student, and he positioned himself as someone trying to improve.
Learning something new wouldn’t harm him.
After all, in life, having more skills was never a disadvantage—who knew when it might come in handy?
What’s more, ever since selling the gold bracelet last time, he wasn’t short on money for now.
He wasn’t the type to spend extravagantly.
In the past, he still topped up in games, but now someone else even bought him skins.
The only expenses left were food and drink, which weren’t much at all.
Once the twelve cents payment succeeded, a teaching video appeared on his phone.
Lin Mo quickly lay down and watched the video.
It was simple, just a woman dressed in tea attire brewing tea while explaining.
The content was basically just “blah blah blah, beep beep beep…”
But magically, Lin Mo’s mind quickly filled with corresponding knowledge, including tea art techniques, movement essentials, and basic appreciation of tea leaves and teaware.
Of course, these were just entry-level basics.
But even so, if one didn’t deliberately study, ordinary people wouldn’t know them either, since they weren’t something encountered in daily life.
Although the woman in the video kept talking, her tea-brewing movements were smooth and flowing.
She gave off a very quiet, soothing feeling, with a calm and unhurried aura.
Soon, half an hour passed.
Putting down his phone, Lin Mo rubbed his head, feeling sore and swollen, as if his brain was overloaded and having trouble digesting the information.
But this feeling of going from nothing to quickly learning something was truly addictive.
Because he had just learned a new skill, he even had the impulse to get up immediately and brew a pot of tea.
But thinking about how he had no tea at home, he gave up.
After tossing and turning for a while, Lin Mo finally fell asleep.
Although in school, staying up late had been common for him, after graduating and working, his schedule had become more regular, since after staying up late, it was really hard to get up the next day.
The next morning, with the alarm ringing, Lin Mo got up as usual and washed up.
It was already the third day of using the facial cleanser.
His facial skin looked even better, and the acne scars had almost disappeared—if one didn’t look closely, they couldn’t even be seen.
Among guys, his skin was definitely fair and delicate, even whiter than most girls’.
His pores had also shrunk, and even though it was summer, his face didn’t get oily all day—truly nice.
Right on time, Lin Mo sat at his workstation, ready for the day’s work.
Suddenly, Yuan Meng’s voice came from beside him.
“I don’t understand!”
The sudden words startled him.
Luckily, it was Old Yuan and not Old Jiang.
“Yuan-jie, don’t scare people like that, what don’t you understand?” Lin Mo asked as he turned on his computer.
As for Yuan Meng spending every day in his department instead of her sales department, he had already grown used to it.
Before Liu Rushuang arrived, no one could control her.
Now that Liu Rushuang was here, who could?
Even though Yuan Meng didn’t like her, the woman’s connections were undeniable.
Big shots’ matters weren’t his concern.
“I don’t get it. Someone like you who never even cared about skincare is almost catching up to me now. I spend a fortune on skincare products and haven’t stopped since elementary school—I should be the one with the advantage!”
Yuan Meng stared at his face, her little head full of big question marks.
And she was certain Lin Mo’s skin was even better than yesterday, since she had observed closely the day before.
Lin Mo: …
“I told you, it’s sulfur facial cleanser, but you’d better not try it randomly. Maybe it just suits me better.”
He was afraid Yuan Meng would impulsively buy it online.
If it didn’t work, that would be fine, but if there were side effects, that would be disastrous.
After all, many bloggers had already tested it and called it a scam.
“I’m not stupid. What if my face gets ruined?” Yuan Meng gave him a glare, but when she looked again at Lin Mo’s increasingly good skin, suspicion grew inside her.
“You brat, there’s something off about you!”
“I’m not!”
“No, you are! I heard after that kind of thing, skin improves. Could it be you’ve been… moisturized?”
Lin Mo: Σ(⊙▽⊙“a
“I did not!” (super loudly)
Like Tang Monk getting emotional upon hearing Pigsy say he wanted to return to the Woman Kingdom.
In an instant, the whole department looked over.
Terrified, he quickly shrank his neck and explained softly.
After all, such a joke couldn’t be made—he, Lin, was the only son of his family.
“I don’t believe it. Here’s the deal—tell me the secret to your better skin. If it really works, Yuan-jie won’t treat you poorly, how about that?”
As she spoke, Yuan Meng opened her WeChat wallet, the string of zeros making him dizzy.
Lin Mo swore, the last time he saw that many zeros was in Chengdu.
“Yuan-jie won’t give you empty promises. As long as it works—100,000 yuan! No matter what, I’ll give you 10,000 up front as deposit, how about it?”
Before she even finished speaking, Lin Mo’s phone lit up with a 10,000 yuan transfer from Yuan Meng.
“Ah, this!”
“What ah? Don’t you believe me? Yuan-jie spends far more than that on her face every year! Come on, are you insulting me? A mere hundred thousand—what can that do? Nothing! Do you think I’d be tricked by such a small amount?”
Lin Mo fell into deep thought.
Suddenly, he realized—this might really be a business opportunity!
He couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“Jie jie jie…”
The next second, Yuan Meng punched him.
“Jie your ass! Damn it, give me a straight answer. Do you agree or not?”
Lin Mo: …
“Sis, are you scolding me like a little brat?”
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