Yu Linglong blinked and thought of the toxic advice she saw at the "Changsheng Library":
Three sentences to make a man spend 180,000 for me.
She had never seen such a woman.
But she saw such a man today.
Truly impressive.
Yu Linglong felt she still had a lot to learn.
Ji Changsheng's maneuver was much more entertaining than those dull theoretical lessons.
Of course, before praising Changsheng, Yu Linglong first expressed a bit of dissatisfaction to the Heavenly Venerable Dao De: "Ancestor Master, how can you sign a gambling agreement with Changsheng? It's too commercialized."
From what she understood about "gambling agreements," nine out of ten gamblers lose.
Although there is one who wins.
Judging by Ji Changsheng's track record, he is likely to be that one.
But Yu Linglong was still worried.
The Heavenly Venerable Dao De felt a faint pain in his heart again.
