I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

Nine billion longevity coins!

When Feng Xiaozao saw the debt information that was sent over, her first reaction was that it was sent to the wrong person.

Her gambler father, even if he were cut into nine billion pieces, would never be worth nine billion longevity coins!

How did this debt of nine billion come about?

Feng Xiaozao’s second reaction was that this nine billion debt was absolutely impossible to repay.

Who in the entire Pure Beauty Paradise could possess nine billion longevity coins?

Thinking of this, Feng Xiaozao lowered her head and silently closed the debt information.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a bar waiter walked in.

”Manager Feng, there are two guests outside who say they want to see you. They claim to be your friends.”

Friends?

Feng Xiaozao was taken aback for a moment but quickly realized, her mind flashing with the images of Han Zhan and Shang Jianyue.

She composed herself and stood up from her seat.

”I understand, give me a moment, I’ll be right out.”

Third-Rate Writer Bar.

The drinks ordered by Han Zhan and Shang Jianyue had already been served, and the two were drinking and chatting.

In addition, there were several small dishes to accompany the drinks.

Considering the clientele of this bar, all the side dishes at Third-Rate Writer Bar were fried, especially drenched in oil.

Firstly, fried food and drinks are a perfect match, capable of stimulating the appetite.

Secondly, compared to those soggy dishes, these fried foods, even if accidentally dropped on a manuscript, wouldn’t be beyond saving.

Because of these advantages, the side dishes at Third-Rate Writer Bar were very popular.

I must admit, the owner of Third-Rate Writer Bar might be a third-rate novelist, but he definitely has some talent in bar management.

”It’s a shame the taste isn’t up to par.”

”Any fried food from a night market stall on Blue Star would crush these.”

Han Zhan tasted them and shook his head with a sigh.

”With the fierce competition among night market stalls on Blue Star, if they came to Paradise, they’d certainly make a name for themselves,” Shang Jianyue agreed with a laugh.

While they were talking, a figure approached from a distance.

”Masters, what brings you to my humble shop?”

Feng Xiaozao’s words made Han Zhan glance sideways.

Not seen for two days, the young girl who just turned eighteen seemed much more mature... in every aspect...

Han Zhan made a gesture for her to sit down.

Feng Xiaozao didn’t hesitate.

”It seems you’re doing quite well in Paradise,” Shang Jianyue remarked.

”All thanks to you two. Without you, I’d definitely be much worse off now.”

Feng Xiaozao shook her head, answering with a clear mind.

She received special treatment from Guan Congming.

From any angle, there was no connection between her and Guan Congming.

The only explanation was that Guan Congming misjudged her relationship with Han Zhan.

Feng Xiaozao wanted to clarify things with Guan Congming, but hadn’t had the chance yet.

As for managing a bar,

For an eighteen-year-old girl who’s been working for ten years, it’s not a difficult task.

Her answer was formal as if she was unwilling to chat more with us... Shang Jianyue thought and looked at Feng Xiaozao again.

Heartbeat steady, skin temperature normal, all indices were fine.

A heart as calm as still water.

”Did you solve your debt problem?” Han Zhan asked, somewhat casually.

Better not to drag them into this... Feng Xiaozao thought as she looked at Han Zhan, her gaze calm, a gentle smile on her face.

”It’s all taken care of. A thousand longevity coins might have been a significant number for the old me.”

”But now, I’m confident I can repay it.”

Upon hearing Feng Xiaozao’s words, Han Zhan nodded.

Given their current relationship, this was as much as they could discuss.

After the conversation ended, Feng Xiaozao additionally treated them to a new beverage and waived their expenses for the day.

As a manager, she had that authority.

Thus, the drinks expenses for the three third-rate writers whom Han Zhan promised to treat were also waived.

After hearing this, a scene from earlier repeated once more.

”Esteemed lady, you are more gentlemanly than a gentleman, I commend you!” Pemberton raised his right hand, stroking his two golden mustache, trying hard to exude a classical gentleman’s charm in hopes of attracting Feng Xiaozao’s attention.

”Hey girl! You’re simply amazing! You’re more perfect than all the women I’ve ever met put together! Allow me to write you into my series, yes, as the heroine!”

Vasily exclaimed excitedly while downing another glass of the newly ordered drink.

”Kind, beautiful, elegant, glamorous, enchanting...”

A long string of adjectives erupted from Hua Sheng’s mouth.

Facing this sudden enthusiastic trio, Feng Xiaozao opened her mouth in surprise.

She turned to Han Zhan, curiously asking, ”Your friends?”

Han Zhan shook his head expressionlessly.

”Not anymore.”

...

After sending off Han Zhan and Shang Jianyue, once the Third-Rate Writer Bar closed,

Feng Xiaozao let out a heavy sigh.

Indeed, pretending to be happy is far more exhausting than actually feeling sad.

”I’ve already troubled them too much. Nine billion longevity coins, even a deity might not be able to repay that; it’s best for me to handle it myself.”

Feng Xiaozao muttered to herself and was about to turn and leave.

Suddenly, a man who looked like a courier appeared in front of her.

”Hello, you are Feng Xiaozao, right?”

”I’m a courier from the item custodial department, and this is regarding the item your father left with us.”

”He paid a considerable custodial fee and requested us to deliver the package to you once you entered Paradise.”

”As soon as your name was logged into the Paradise system, we came immediately. Please sign for it.”

Father? Left a package?

Feng Xiaozao widened her eyes in surprise, thinking she misheard.

Her father clearly left behind a huge debt. How could he possibly have longevity coins to pay the custodial department?

Confused, Feng Xiaozao still signed for the package.

Only, it turned out to be an envelope.

Holding the letter, Feng Xiaozao returned to the already closed Third-Rate Writer Bar.

By the faint light of a lamp, Feng Xiaozao opened the letter:

My dearest daughter.

When you open this letter, I should already be dead.

According to Paradise’s regulations, as my only kin, you will inherit my debt, and you will enter Paradise upon coming of age.

Don’t mind being a Toolman. Although I could have arranged a VIP invitation, trust me, child, being a Toolman is far safer than being a VIP.

Their gaze won’t linger too long on a Toolman.

Don’t be scared by the numbers in the debt, because what I have left you is worth far more than its value.

My dear daughter,

Once you’ve adjusted through the initial period, remember to find an opportunity to visit Dream Death Bar at least once.

There, you’ll find the true treasure I’ve left for you.

Remember, you must go!