Chapter 572: Pants are almost sold out at 572.
Chapter 572 of "Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return" begins unfolding events: Wu Qiuyun, Mu Cheng, and Yan Yuchu also hooked the corners of their mouths, barely... Continue reading!
Wu Qiuyun, Mu Cheng, and Yan Yuchu also hooked the corners of their mouths, barely holding back laughter, but seeing how invested the young man was, they didnât voice any ridicule about the name.
"Wait, it should be âno precedent before, no followers after,â" Mu Hanyan corrected.
"Oh, really? Seems the meaning is about that. But when my third master taught me, thatâs how he taught it. Could he have taught it wrong?" Ling Baobao scratched his head as he spoke.
"Nonsense, whoâs ever heard of âfollowers before, precedent afterâ?" Mu Hanyan said impatiently. She figured either his third master was ignorant and incompetent, or he was deliberately making fun of him. Yet this guy hadnât noticed and was even smugly proud of it.
"Yeah, thatâs true. So my third master not only likes to write nonsense, he canât even remember proverbs correctly," Ling Baobao muttered, then perked up again, "Anyway, Iâve dominated the gambling scene for over twenty years; Iâve never met my match, itâs true. Itâs just a bit far away, otherwise, you could go and inquire about it."
"Wait a minute, arenât you under twenty years old? How could you have gambled for over twenty years? Surely, you didnât start gambling in the womb?" Mu Hanyan interjected once more.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Ling Baobao clapped his forehead, excited as if heâd found a kindred spirit, "My mother gambled everywhere while she was pregnant with me. I really did start gambling from the womb."
A black line ran across Mu Hanyanâs forehead. What kind of people were this family? A mother who gambled everywhere with her unborn child and a master who not only wrote nonsense but also couldnât remember proverbs. What on earth had he learned in these twenty years?
"But my mother also said that what she did wasnât gambling. If you know youâll win without losing, can that still be called gambling? Hmm, actually, Iâm the same. I donât like to gamble either, but I always win. People give me money, and I canât just not accept it," Ling Baobao added as if talking to himself.
"Then who just said that they almost lost their pants?" Mu Hanyan asked, amused.
"Itâs not the same, itâs really not the same, completely different from back home. I donât know why, but ever since I arrived here, itâs just not the same," Ling Baobao complained like a deflated rubber ball.
"Where are you from?" Initially, Mu Hanyan thought he was just a braggart, but after talking with him, he seemed genuine, which piqued her curiosity.
"Iâm from... never mind, I wonât say, itâs too far. You wouldnât know it anyway," Ling Baobao was about to answer, but then he hesitated and mumbled vaguely.
Mu Hanyan never had the habit of prying into othersâ privacy, and seeing that he didnât want to talk about it, she didnât bother asking more.
The group followed the crowd and quickly entered the main hall.
"Eh? Why is he here?" In the hall, a young man dressed in luxurious clothing saw Mu Hanyan enter and exclaimed in surprise.
This person was none other than Mu Hanyanâs old nemesis, the playboy son of the Yuan Family, Yuan Tianbo. And this Little Pond City was the property of the Yuan Family.
However, Little Pond City was just a poor village nestled in the mountains and forests, and the discovery of the Meteorite Gold Veins was only a recent occurrence of the last decade or so. Mining and refining Meteorite Gold were exceedingly difficult, and with the Yuan Familyâs wealth, they couldnât mine on a large scale. Often, they expended a lot of labor and resources, only to extract a pile of useless rubble that wasnât even good enough for building a house.