I was dumbfounded and said: "So expensive? It's just an iron plate."
Pei Chuan lowered his voice and said, "Is it expensive? Your wife has set the rules. If you are not convinced, you can ask her for advice."
"Um..." I suddenly understood and suddenly felt that it wasn't expensive at all.
Emma, it's so cheap.
Soon, the elevator door opened and Pei Chuan pushed me in.
"Meng Fan and Xiao Minghe will come over in the afternoon. I will arrange for them to stay in the guest area on the 20th floor."
"They are free and can go out for a walk at any time. But you can't. You have to wait until after five o'clock in the afternoon."
"If you don't have permission from the hall steward, you will still be punished if you leave without permission."
"It can range from a fine to a slap in the face. I can't help you."
Pei Chuan said seriously: "It's my senior sister's wish, so don't blame our brothers for being ruthless and unrighteous."
I thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Minghe has to help me with my classes. Can I go to the reception area on the 20th floor?"
Pei Chuan replied: "You can go if the guest agrees."
"How long can I stay?" I asked next.
Pei Chuan raised three fingers and said, "You have to leave in three hours, that is, before eight o'clock in the evening."
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Three hours was enough to make up for the class.
"Ding."
When the elevator door opened, Pei Chuan patted me on the shoulder and said, "Do you have any more questions? Ask as soon as possible. I will leave you alone after I send you to the fortune-telling hall."
I stood at the elevator entrance in silence for a while, raised the identity token in my hand and said, "How much is the monthly salary of an outer disciple?"
"puff......"
Pei Chuan smiled, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Don't you regard money as dirt? Why do you care about this?"
I said in embarrassment: "It's the first time in my life that I'm making money, so I'm quite excited."
Pei Chuan said happily: "Food and accommodation are included, and the basic salary is four thousand yuan."
After saying that, he left me and strode forward.
Until a transparent glass door appeared in my sight, Pei Chuan stopped and explained: "There is a sensor on the door. Paste your identity token on the sensor, and the door will open automatically."
"Right, that is it."
...
The steward of the fortune-telling hall is named Ma, and his last name is Shan.
He is a lean old man in his sixties, wearing a simple green shirt and old cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles.
When Pei Chuan took me to find him, Manager Ma was lying comfortably on the sofa, enjoying a gentle massage from two maids.
One person squeezes the shoulders, and the other person taps the legs.
Humming and humming, paired with a pot of tea, is called a comfort.
Pei Chuan knocked on the door politely and coughed dryly: "Ma Shan, the treatment is good. You are almost as good as my master."
The thin old man, who was humming with his eyes closed, felt excited all over and stood up suddenly.
"Pei, Mr. Pei." He ran over humbly and said with a flattering smile: "It's a rainy day, and the arthritis broke out again. No, I just have a little free time, so I asked the two girls to help me clean up."
Pei Chuan got straight to the point and said, "Okay, stop pretending to be serious in front of me. I know who you are like better than anyone else."
"Ha, Mr. Pei was joking." Ma Shan lowered his head, as humble as he wanted.
Pei Chuan seemed to not want to waste time here, and said lazily: "Suning, the outer disciple who became Kunlun last year, was temporarily seconded by senior sister to run errands, and now I leave it to you."
Without waiting for Ma Shan to ask questions, Pei Chuan left without looking back, looking impatient.
"Pei, Mr. Pei..." Ma Shan shouted anxiously, but there was no trace of Pei Chuan anywhere.
He scratched his head depressedly, returned to the office, looked me up and down, his eyes rolled, and a flash of light passed away.
