Who told him to make the cards!

Chapter 3 Trading

"There are two more cards. I'll come and talk to you after I've paid them off."

It wasn't that Chen Zhi was intentionally negligent; he simply believed that matters had priorities.

The two old miners were still waiting to be driven down the mine.

It wouldn't make a difference if he and the noble lady were a few minutes late in negotiating their terms, but if Ka was a few minutes late in finishing his work, the old miner would be late and Ding Mao would deduct a day's wages.

For them, this was tantamount to taking half their lives.

"Row."

Shen Qinglian glanced at Chen Zhi and then decisively entered his dilapidated little house.

Chen Zhi was slightly surprised to see the girl's unhurried back.

He had assumed the girl would find his house too shabby.

Then there's basically nothing to discuss.

Because the bottom of well number 13 is dirtier and more chaotic.

There are also dead people.

Chen Zhi didn't want his employer to be impulsive, easily angered, and unable to endure any hardship.

It's not that he's fussy or that he considers himself superior, but rather that an employer like that is very likely to not listen to him after leaving the company. If the employer does something stupid, not only will the employer die, but he will also lose his life.

Chen Zhi didn't want to time travel again.

Adapting to a new environment is exhausting.

Seeing that Chen Zhi still dared to negotiate with the VIP and make him wait, the two old miners didn't dare to breathe loudly, but just looked at him with grateful eyes.

Liu Bai followed Shen Qinglian into the house.

The old servant did not go in.

He was more interested in the young man's card replacement method than the shabby little house.

He stood still, watching Chen Zhi fill in the card from a distance.

Miss Shen's assessment of Chen Zhi was actually correct.

Chen Zhi is indeed an unorthodox individual.

But what's strange is that this kid's needle placement was extremely irregular, completely disregarding the patterns on the cards themselves. The old servant was on tenterhooks, worried that the needle in his hand might tremble and destroy the card.

But the card didn't explode.

Chen Zhi's hands were as steady as a robotic arm in a factory. Not only did he not damage the overall structure, but he also precisely controlled the amount of ink in the card through several subtle pauses, keeping it between exploding and not exploding. This was the best state for the card.

"Good job."

The old servant exclaimed in admiration.

It's like a math problem where the process is all wrong, but the result is all right.

A blind cat won't always stumble upon a dead mouse.

One or two times could be attributed to the young man's good luck, but if it happens every time, it can only mean that he has thoroughly memorized the patterns on these cards. He knows the importance of each card, so he can play them without ever breaking anything.

This kid's got something.

"Bang."

An exquisite silver coin engraved with a river and card design was tossed into the iron box by the old servant.

Chen Zhi: "?"

What do you mean?

A tip?

Do you think I'm a street performer?

Two miners standing nearby stared wide-eyed.

The currency used in the Blackstone mining area is the oldest and smallest copper coin, while a silver coin can be exchanged for a full thousand copper coins, equivalent to a whole month's wages for them today.

Chen Zhi quickly put the silver coin into his pocket and gave a light snort, indicating that this would not happen again.

The old servant laughed heartily.

Chen Zhi didn't keep Shen Qinglian waiting for too long.

He quickly repaired the second card, then picked up the tin box, packed up his stall, and went inside.

Inside the cramped room.

Liu Bai stood in the corner, continuing to record the investigation process.

Shen Qinglian was looking at the paintings on the wall.

"Well drawn."

The wheat waves are dynamic and clearly incorporate card-making techniques.

Thank you.

Chen Zhi made a polite remark and put the tin box into the drawer.

Shen Qinglian turned around, saw his actions, and asked, "Did you deliberately place that piece of ore outside?"

"Hmm." Chen Zhi did not deny it.

"Did you know we were coming back today?" the girl asked again.

"do not know."

Chen Zhi pulled out a chair from under the table and sat down, saying, "But I know that such a big thing happened at Well No. 13, and sooner or later someone from above will come to investigate."

That stone had been sitting in his box for several days.

He has a chance if the person who comes here can recognize that it comes from well number 13.

If they cannot recognize it, it means that the other party is not genuinely interested in investigating Well No. 13, or that they do not have sufficient authority to access the information about Well No. 13.

Neither of them is worth the risk for him.

Shen Qinglian looked at the painting on the wall again.

"So your condition is that I take you away from here?"

A person who succumbs to reality and is willing to sign a lifelong contract with the mining area will not hang a wheat field that he has never seen before on the wall.

She saw a longing in this painting.

The wheat field is drawn incorrectly; wheat in the Holy Order Empire doesn't look like this.

But the wind is right; it represents the yearning for freedom.

“You are very smart,” Shen Qinglian said.

Chen Zhi smiled and said, "You're not bad either."

"I still don't know how to address you, Miss?"

My surname is Shen.

"Hello, Miss Shen."

Chen Zhi offered a perfunctory greeting and continued, "Just as Miss Shen thought, I can indeed take you to the deeper layers of Well No. 13, but I have two conditions."

"You said."

"First, Well No. 13 is very dangerous. Chief Steward Ding should have already warned you about this. So my requirement is that once you enter the well, you must follow my instructions regarding how to go and where to go."

"can."

Shen Qinglian agreed readily, seemingly unafraid of Chen Zhi's tricks.

"And the second condition?" she asked.

Chen Zhi replied, "I hope Miss Shen can help me terminate my contract with the mining area and transfer my residence registration to the city."

"What city?"

"casual."

Chen Zhi didn't care.

For an outsider like him with no relatives, he would feel isolated and helpless wherever he went, so it didn't matter which city he went to, as long as he wasn't in a mining area.

He has hands and feet, and even knows a little about card making, so he won't starve.

Shen Qinglian did not answer.

She stared into Chen Zhi's eyes for a while.

Chen Zhi met her gaze without the slightest fear.

He even hoped that this Miss Shen had some kind of special card that could see through his mind, so that she would understand that there wasn't a single lie in what he was saying.

The only downside is that when Chen Zhiyi looks closely into the girl's eyes, light patterns appear on her beautiful face.

"..."