Guan Zhongyuan's gaze lingered on the beggar's old books, feeling quite delighted. Damn, these... these are priceless arts that have been lost! Didn't this beggar just say something? Apparently, my bones are extraordinary, making me a genius born to show off? I've always felt that I'm destined for greatness.
So, Guan Zhongyuan asked the beggar, "Is it really ten bucks a book? Are these secret manuals fake?"
"If they're fake, may I have the luck to win the lottery!" said the beggar seriously.
Upon hearing this, Guan Zhongyuan felt jubilant in his heart. Damn, this oath is quite gutsy; it must be true, right? But... but damn it, I only have one dollar and twenty-five cents.
"Xiao Guan, this is your chance; you must not miss it!" At this moment, Qiu Qianren patted Zhongyuan's shoulder earnestly, saying, "The boss has money; you can borrow it!"
