"..."
"What a businessman." Zhang Fan curled his lip.
"That's nothing." Lin Jianyue shook her head. "During peak season every year, we even put together teams to go up the mountain dressed as Daoists, pretending to bump into tourists at every intersection..."
"For what?"
"To tell fortunes and sell medicine." Lin Jianyue's eyes curved into crescent moons as she smiled.
"To meet is fate, to see is destiny, Daoists in the mountains refining treasure medicine—only eight hundred to steal a laugh."
"..."
Zhang Fan was speechless. Truly, in every trade, there are always swindlers.
"Bro, it's because we met by destiny that I tell you these insider secrets. I'm worried you'll get scammed—you'd be wise to spread the word." Lin Jianyue said sweetly.
"Worried I'll get scammed!?" Zhang Fan looked at the little booklet in his hand, silent.
"Yeah, bro, it's your first time here, without a guide you'd lose out. Need one?"
