"Then this time you can't secretly learn anymore."
The saying goes that knowledge shouldn't be passed on lightly, especially these days no one willingly teaches their skills to others.
Especially when they're unaware.
"Daoist Suiyun!" Qi Hao grabbed him and asked, "Do you know how much my endorsement fee is annually?"
"No idea."
The fake Daoist wouldn't know about this kind of thing.
"Eight million!"
Actually, eight million is for two years, but as long as Qi Hao doesn't mention it, he can let the misunderstanding deepen.
"That much! I'd have to work for sixty years to match your endorsement!"
The fake Daoist works as a bodyguard for Gao Yang, as a Daoist consultant, making barely ten thousand a month.
Gao Yang is a businessman, not a fool.
He wouldn't casually throw away a million just because he has billions.
"When I promote your Daoist culture on TV programs, do I charge you?"
Qi Hao followed up with another question.
"You..."
