I Get A Random New Occupation Every Week-Chapter 2451 - 2452: The Calculation is Really Accurate

"Hmm? What are you talking to me about?"

Lin Yi and Yan Ci were both a bit confused. They didn’t know each other, so what was there to talk about?

"Come, let’s step aside and talk."

The old monk stood up, taking Lin Yi to one side.

According to Lin Yi’s philosophy of life, he instinctively thought that it was nothing good.

"Is there something the matter?"

"Just now, when you were making the payment by scanning the code, I noticed your chat history by accident."

"And then? What do you want to say?"

"I saw that several women had sent you messages, so the female companion with you must have been tricked by you, right?" the old monk said with a smile:

"If she knew you were chatting with many women at the same time, I wonder what she would think."

Lin Yi was a bit between laughter and tears, thinking the monk had called him over for something important but turns out it was such a trivial matter.

"Continue, what else do you want to say?"

"I can see you’re having a hard time, so I won’t make it difficult for you. For 2000 yuan, I can help you smooth this over and ensure she’ll be devoted to you. It’s a good deal, right?"

"No, I don’t have that much money," Lin Yi said:

"And 2000 is a bit much too. How about we drop a zero?"

"Drop a zero?" The old monk looked at Lin Yi with a displeased expression, "2000 is already very reasonable, and you want to give me 200? Are you trying to haggle with a beggar?"

"No no no, what I mean is two yuan, to wipe all the zeros out."

"Two yuan!"

If his expression was displeased just now, it had turned to anger now!

"You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?" The old monk said:

"Then don’t blame me for speaking the harsh truth."

After dropping these words, the old monk returned to his seat, but his expression softened.

"What did you guys talk about?"

Seeing Lin Yi return, Yan Ci asked curiously.

"Nothing much."

"Young girl, why not shake a divination stick."

"Hmm."

Yan Ci picked up the divination stick container, shook a stick out gently and handed it to the old monk.

The latter took the stick and scrutinized it intently for a while.

Seeing the other party’s pretentious act, Lin Yi almost laughed out loud.

"Young girl, if you’re seeking marriage, this stick seems not very good."

"How is it not good?"

"The gentleman beside you is not a good match."

"Not a good match?"

"Judging by his face and combining it with this divination stick, it’s clear he is a flirtatious person with endless women around him. If you stay with him, you’re likely to have regrets for life. It’s better to part ways sooner rather than later."

The corner of the old monk’s mouth revealed a cold sneer, and he cursed in his heart:

"Since you won’t pay, don’t blame me for not being kind!"

"Look at that, it’s quite accurate." Yan Ci said, pulling on Lin Yi’s arm:

"Let’s count, there’s President Ji, Secretary Liang, and then Li Chuhan and Wang Ying, I’m the fifth one, that’s not too few. The Jiming Temple’s reputation for marriage-matching is indeed well-deserved."

Old monk: ???

What the heck is happening?

Lin Yi patted the old monk’s shoulder, saying earnestly:

"You think I’m on the second floor, but actually, I’m in the stratosphere. Thanks for letting me win."

The two, arm in arm, walked away, leaving only the old monk in disarray.

Could it be that just being handsome allows one to do whatever they want?

This is a sin!

...

After wandering around the Jiming Temple for a while, it was already past three in the afternoon when they came out.

"Shall we go to the Confucius Temple now?" Lin Yi asked.

Yan Ci nodded her head, "Let’s go, we can also check out the filming site. Later in the evening, we can take a night tour of the Qinhuai River."

"Sure, your call."

The two of them took a taxi to the filming location near Confucius Temple.

"How’s the situation? No one’s been causing trouble, right?" Yan Ci asked the director as he called him over.

"No, no, no, everything’s been great."

As he spoke, the director glanced at Lin Yi unconsciously.

"Moreover, quite a few people from the relevant authorities showed up, asking if we needed any assistance. They’ve been especially enthusiastic."

"As long as everything’s fine. Go ahead with your tasks; call me if anything comes up."

"Sure, sure, sure."

After giving a few simple instructions, Lin Yi and Yan Ci left.

When at Confucius Temple, besides sightseeing, tasting the local food is also a must.

The two had duck blood and vermicelli soup and osmanthus cakes, and then they started strolling around.

As dusk fell, the number of tourists at Confucius Temple gradually increased.

For many people, Confucius Temple and Qinhuai River during the day did not offer much fun—it’s at night that the beauty truly shines.

Besides that, there were also many vendors gathered here, selling all sorts of items.

In such a setting, Yan Ci wasn’t left out, and Lin Yi also blended in with the local customs, buying a lot of small items with local characteristics.

The items weren’t expensive, costing around 20 to 30 yuan each, ready to be taken back to Zhong Hai to give to friends and family.

"Lin Yi, look, there is a Painting Boat over there. It seems pretty nice," Yan Ci pointed to a vendor not far away and said.

Lin Yi looked up and saw that the Painting Boat Yan Ci was talking about was a half-meter long handicraft that looked very exquisite, and the cheapest one cost hundreds of yuan.

"You want it?"

"Not really, I just want to have a look. It feels quite nice and has an artistic touch."

"Then let’s go take a look. We’re out here to have fun anyway."

When they got to the vendor’s stall, they found that it had attracted quite a crowd.

"Ten yuan for a try, and you get a prize for scoring over 60 points."

Next to the boss, there was a red machine about two meters tall.

It had a target ball for testing strength.

This type of con game was something Lin Yi had seen plenty of times.

Scoring over 60 points was not easy.

Moreover, each machine had its own tricks, and how many points one could score was almost always within the boss’s expectations.

"Come, come, come, a Painting Boat worth 999 yuan can be yours for just ten yuan. Anyone want to give it a try?"

"Ten yuan is so cheap."

"The question is whether you can meet the requirement. The boss isn’t a fool; he wouldn’t let tourists take the big prize easily."

"That’s true," Yan Ci commented judiciously.

"Boss, how many points do I need to score to win the Painting Boat?"

A slim man asked.

"Just score over 90 points, and you can take the Painting Boat home. Brother, want to give it a try?"

"Let’s do it, have a go."

The man readily scanned ten yuan with his phone.

"Alright, you can start whenever you’re ready," the boss pointed at the target ball and instructed:

"Hit it hard right here."

The slim man prepared himself and threw a punch!

A few seconds later, the machine chimed in.

[Your score is 54 points. You need more practice. Thank you for coming.]

"Brother, you were only 6 points short of winning a prize. Wanna try again?" the boss coaxed enticingly.

"Okay, one more time. I’ll prepare better this time."

The slim man scanned another ten yuan and began warming up on the spot.

Yan Ci watched with interest, then turned to Lin Yi.

"How much can you score?"

"Emmm... I can break it, no problem."