Chapter 2320 - 2315: Inventory (Part 2)

Chapter 2320: Chapter 2315: Inventory (Part 2)

It is said that the vigor of young people is reflected in their unconventional creativity—or destructiveness.

In a nondescript roadside shop, it seems that something similar is happening.

Not only has Fu Qian’s facial features undergone a drastic change, but he is quite certain even his physique has shrunk slightly.

So much so that coupled with obviously unused hands, compared to the person behind the counter, he does not appear to possess any violent advantage. Anyone with a normal mind wouldn’t think of using this to intimidate—

Thus, can we reverse this and prove that those who act this way are not mentally normal?

One can see that, as someone with more life experience, the store manager’s heart is currently oscillating wildly.

The core of his hesitation lies in whether this person has the guts to "try looking again".

Normally, people dressed like this would not do such things, and even if they did, it wouldn’t be convincing.

Yet just like before, this solidified impression instead makes the current display especially contrasting...

"Sorry, it’s a bit late, I’m about to close."

And the final outcome is unsurprising.

The plaid-shirted manager still chose the middle road, avoiding risk while maintaining a bit of his dignity.

"Then I’ll wait for you to close and come back."

In response to the eviction notice, Fu Qian reacted quite amiably, mimicking a classic line.

"... Why come at that time?"

The manager’s eyes suddenly widened and then restrained, his tone rather unfriendly.

"Because perhaps by then you’ll remember more... I just took a look, you seem to sleep in the shop?"

Fu Qian patiently explained, casually pointing in a direction.

...

The deterrence of "a monk can escape but the temple won’t run away" became tangible at this moment.

The manager’s gaze landed on the hand saw for the third time, making one suspect that he might pick it up the next moment.

No choice, this kind of threat that lingers in one’s mind has always been a major taboo.

Of course, from this point, it seems to some extent that it can be proven the task is in the Bookstore World.

After all, if not for Night Watchman strictly limiting civilian weapons, it feels like the boss should be drawing out something like a Fire Qilin.

What a pity—up till now, the task target hasn’t appeared, so this individual store owner has to be dealt with, to help understand more of the current situation.

"What exactly do you... want?"

After a struggle, the manager finally didn’t transform into a battle mode, but repeated his initial question.

Of course the tone was drastically different.

In the remaining harshness, the Affinity of the service industry was more evident.

"Right... think again about what I might want."

Fu Qian was naturally very satisfied with this, matching his answer which he repeated once again.

...

"You’re wet... I think you might need a towel? Or clothes to wear while resting?"

Circling back to the original point, yet people ultimately grow.

After a prolonged silence, the plaid-shirted manager finally began actively considering customer needs rather than ask mechanically.

Not bad.

And Fu Qian nodded, running his hand over the dark coat, feeling the dampness on it.

The manager didn’t disappoint. As a person versed in street life, his observational skills were indeed commendable.

The next moment he even really took the suggestion, casually grabbing a towel.

"You should have come from the northern foothills... today it’s rained only there..."

Even though he takes care of business like this, the unspeaking customer seems to still pressure the manager.

Thankfully, with a good beginning, he went further, continuing his new deduction.

...

Hmm... sounds quite reasonable.

The manager is clearly familiar with the surroundings, Fu Qian appreciates having spent time consulting.

In just a few words, there’s already substantial information, like a particular reference.

"Us?"

He didn’t disguise his curiosity, and directly asked.

"... I saw your vehicle, it drove past from the outside road... you, and that old man."

Unfortunately, this quest for knowledge seemed to result in a misunderstanding.

The manager’s breathing almost hitched, clearly regretting saying too much.

But immediately realized that disguising was meaningless. He took a breath and explained carefully.

Exactly, even his eyes are keen.

And listening to the explanation, Fu Qian was even more satisfied.

He had already surveyed outside; besides the late hour but still too early to close the shop, he could confirm the manager was correct—there really was a straight road.

Given the task description and the shop in front, it indeed fits the scenario of going out by car for temporary supplies.

But the biggest problem is, at a glance, there’s no vehicle parked there.

This obvious irrationality is, in fact, one of the reasons Fu Qian decided to inquire on-site.

"But there’s no car outside, nor any old man."

Smilingly turning back, Fu Qian bluntly brought up this issue.

...

"That road, if you continue down, there’s no place to stay... or should I say there used to be, but it closed long ago."

Reassuring, the manager’s reasoning skills are even surging, albeit his eyes flickering.

"If you were heading to that former location for rest and resupply, I imagine you might have run out of fuel and broken down on the road, so... you could take some fuel back."

Isn’t this good? The situation became much clearer all at once.

Fu Qian followed the manager’s hand, observing a row of metal barrels placed there.

At least from his perspective, there’s nothing wrong with the manager’s deduction.

So this weird situation is due to planning errors in the trip?

And going down that road outside, will there be a vehicle carrying an old man waiting for him to rescue it in some desolate place?

"Thanks."

While expressing gratitude, Fu Qian took money from his pocket to pay, and genuinely went over to pick up a barrel of oil.

"You’re welcome."

Did business really proceed just like this?

The manager visibly sighed in relief, even daring not to rashly offer it free of charge.

And until he finished counting change and handed it over, he didn’t summon the courage to suggest he could assist with delivery.

"Wish you a pleasant morning tomorrow."

Fu Qian certainly wouldn’t demand excessive service, taking the change without hindrance, and even returning with good wishes.

Only, had his concealed gun not been revealed under his clothes during the blessing, everything would be more harmonious.

...

It’s not baseless malice; still had to slightly intimidate people at the end.

Mainly the manager looked timid, needing help solidifying his mindset, preventing him from rushing to the police right after Fu Qian leaves, causing chaos.

Handguns in this strictly regulated world are seen as traits of exceedingly vicious people.

And the risk of reporting such a person is worth careful consideration.

Facing the visibly quivering manager, Fu Qian nodded slightly, finally bidding farewell.

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