Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

Before leaving, Bai Lu turned back and waved to Qi Ye, her little dragon tail swaying merrily behind her.

"I'll go back and try it out first!"

I'll tell you first when I become a dragon! If I can't, you're doomed!

After she finished speaking, she grabbed her medicine box and ran away in a flash.

Qi Ye waved to her departing figure, a satisfied smile on his face, as if he had made a fortune.

"Come again next time, Little Dragon Girl! Remember to pay on time!"

Jing Yuan, standing to the side watching this scene, finally couldn't help but laugh.

She began casually:

"Your train crew has a wide range of services."

Selling light cones and providing loans—a one-stop service, with a clear division of labor!

Upon hearing this, Qi Ye maintained his unchanging smile.

"You flatter me, it's all forced upon us by the market."

If a customer doesn't have enough cash, we can't just stand by and watch them go home disappointed.

Installment payments benefit the country and its people, with reasonable interest rates, simple procedures, and fair treatment for all ages.

"Then where did Lord Qiye's light cone come from?"

Jingyuan changed the subject.

"I wonder if there is a light cone that can be immune to the demonic body?"

I have a friend who is currently looking for this kind of thing.

The effect doesn't need to be too strong, just minimal side effects are fine, and the price is negotiable.

Hearing this, Qi Ye understood perfectly.

He shrugged and answered innocently:

"That's hard to say."

My supply channels are rather random; the boss decides when to ship what goods based entirely on his mood.

Today it's the Dragon Transformation Package, tomorrow it might be the Immunity to Demonic Influence Package.

"Would you mind leaving your contact information, Miss Yuanjing? I'll let you know as soon as the goods are in stock, and I can give your friend a discount."

Jing Yuan looked at his sincere smile and remained silent for a long while.

She felt that this person had probably guessed what she was testing, but they tacitly refrained from pointing it out.

She didn't press further, after all, her master's daughter was present.

If she were to expose her apprentice in front of Xiao Liuliu, the atmosphere would be far too awkward.

She glanced down at Xiao Jingliu, who was playing with her collar beside her, and reached out to ruffle her soft white hair:

"Little Liu Liu, now that everything is done, let's go out for a stroll."

There were still so many things we didn't get to eat on that street. It seems your apprentice hasn't bought you any baked flatbread yet; I'll take you there to buy some.

Xiao Jingliu looked up at her and nodded vigorously.

Jingyuan picked her up and turned to walk towards the snack street.

Jingliu, riding on her lap, pointed ahead and shouted in a childish voice, "I want to eat that! I want to eat this!"

Jingyuan said with a smile, "Okay, I'll buy them all for you."

He reached out and wiped the sugar residue off the corner of her mouth.

March 7th followed behind, hands on hips:

"You two have completely disgraced our Starry Sky Train."

He's still lending money at exorbitant interest rates on Changle Street, and now he's doing a full-service sales pitch in front of General Xianzhou's daughter.

Later, when people from the Luofu Immortal Ship mentioned the Starry Sky Train...

My first thought is probably not that he's a pioneer, but a salesman.

"This is a legitimate lending business."

Xing pushed up her sunglasses, which she hadn't taken off yet, clearly intending to fully embody the persona of a loan manager.

She retorted.

"Our loan options are more flexible than most money shops in Xianzhou."

Moreover, the Dragon Girl's efficiency in making house calls doubles after she transforms into a dragon.

Dan Ding Si will definitely increase her subsidies next quarter, and her repayment ability will only be stronger.

This is a classic win-win deal.

"You call that a win-win situation? You call that exploiting an underage dragon girl!"

She clearly didn't know what you wrote in the ledger when she signed the contract!

On March 7th, he snatched Xing's ledger and turned to the last page.

Pointing to the note that reads, "The customer promises to provide free medical services to the Starry Sky Train after transforming into a dragon."

"Free house call service! Hidden added value clause! Verbal confirmation? When did you verbally confirm that with her?"

Xing answered without changing his expression:

"When I wished her a happy transformation into a dragon, she hummed in agreement, which legally constitutes tacit consent."

On March 7th, she took a deep breath, shoved the account book back into Xing's arms, and gave up struggling, saying:

"I will never discuss legal issues with you again."

The group continued bickering as they followed Jingyuan and Jingliu.

Qi Ye walked at the very back, looking at the two white-haired figures, one big and one small, in front of her.

Jingyuan was talking to Jingliu with his head down when Jingliu looked up and replied with something that made Jingyuan chuckle.

He put his hands behind his head and let out a satisfied sigh.

Today's results were good; we sold another light cone, collected 500,000 in loans, and Xing is also receiving interest payments.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated several times in his pocket. He took it out and looked at it.

Walter's mass message was prominently displayed on the screen:

Tabuan sent word that Kafka's interrogation is ready and that someone has been arranged to meet us; we should assemble immediately.

"Uncle Yang's message: Kafka's interrogation is over, and Tabu has arranged for someone to meet us. We're to assemble."

He put his phone back in his pocket and resumed his usual serious demeanor.

He heard this on March 7th.

She glanced instinctively at Jingyuan, who was holding the pancakes Jingliu had bought for her, and asked in a low voice:

"Isn't Miss Yuanjing a member of the Taibu Si (a government agency)?"

Why was it Uncle Yang who informed you that the interrogation was ready, and not her?

Isn't she herself an advisor to the Apostolic?

Jing Yuanzheng broke a freshly baked sesame seed cake in half, handed one half to Jingliu, and took a bite of the other half himself.

Upon hearing March 7th's question, she paused for a moment, then naturally swallowed the sesame seed cake and casually explained:

"The diviners are short-staffed, and interrogating a major criminal like Kafka requires the cooperation of multiple diviners."

Perhaps Fu Taibu sent new recruits to gain experience, which freed up manpower.

It's normal that I wasn't there; don't worry about it.

"I see!"

March 7th nodded in sudden realization, clearly convinced by this explanation.

Qi Ye leaned over from the side, held up a finger, and interjected with an air of "I know what I'm talking about".

"Little March, you don't understand officialdom."

This is the advantage of having connections; people with connections never have to do the work themselves and can simply enjoy life.

Those tedious and exhausting jobs are reserved for people without connections.

Who is Miss Yuanjing? She comes from a general's family.

The background was thicker than the city walls, so all you needed to do was eat baked flatbread on Chang Le Street.

March 7th was stunned and subconsciously looked at Jing Yuan for confirmation.

Jingyuan held Jingliu and felt helpless looking at Qiye's nonsense, but she didn't refute it too much.

After all, every little bit more time I can spend with Xiao Liuliu is a good thing. As for the Taibu Si (Imperial Statutes), let Fu Qing take care of things a bit more.

She looked down at little Jingliu, who was holding a baked pancake in her arms and munching on it with her cheeks bulging.

He reached out and patted the sesame seeds that had fallen onto her collar; he couldn't get enough of looking at her.

Even the way this child eats the pancake bears a striking resemblance to his master.