Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1434 - 1432: Artificial Existence Core (2)

Chapter 1434: Chapter 1432: Artificial Existence Core (2)

It does seem like a special visitor.

Although visiting a true master might make one nervous, as a consumer, this level of hesitation is excessive.

Most importantly, this person has been hesitating for quite a while.

Fu Qian knew very well that the moment his senses returned, the other was already standing outside the door.

Clearly, even standing here, whether to communicate with Master Grimshaw was still a difficult decision for this young lady.

Theoretically speaking, this scenario is quite suitable for putting on some flair.

For instance, standing behind the door, silently opening it at the moment just before the knocking hand withdraws, and with a smile saying, "Please come in."

But Fu Qian didn’t do that. He remained as steady as a rock while silently evaluating.

To stand out in fierce competition, every detail must be perfected.

Such an action might be full of style, but it still reeks of pretentious mystery, which in his view, isn’t quite distinguished enough.

One must trust the allure of the mystical.

Knock knock!

Reality proved that Fu Qian’s confidence in his field was justified.

After lifting and lowering her hand twice, the special customer finally made up her mind.

In the midst of the knock, Fu Qian didn’t put on airs, and casually stepped forward to open the door.

...

Red hair, thin lips, exquisite makeup; it was a woman in her thirties standing outside.

Her expensive attire and accessories clearly showed she was in a different class compared to the office worker role Fu Qian was currently playing.

Yet, even with slightly heavy eyeshadow, the dark circles were still barely concealed.

This pampered lady probably hasn’t been sleeping well lately.

"Good morning."

Given this, Fu Qian decisively greeted her verbally, offering a bit of encouragement.

"Morning, Mr. Grimshaw...?"

The sentiment seemed to have been received, but his appearance clearly gave the customer a slight shock.

She hesitated briefly before refraining from using excessively mystical titles, like Master.

"Yes, please come in."

Fu Qian responded straightforwardly, briefly showing the business card in hand for her to see the name clearly before inviting her in.

"...Thank you."

The contrast to her imagination clearly made the young visitor hesitate a bit, but she eventually accepted the invitation.

"Sorry for coming without an appointment, you can just call me Claire."

As she made her way to the sofa, the first thing she did was apologize for her unannounced visit.

"...I’ve just heard of your uniqueness and was eager to seek your guidance."

Introducing herself, Claire was noticeably observing her surroundings and was visibly becoming more hesitant.

The atmosphere, visibly less mysterious, was clearly diminishing her confidence in this visit.

"No worries, we in business always keep our doors open."

Fully aware of this sentiment, Fu Qian showed no inclination to dispel any doubts, instead, he emphasized his commercial spirit in a highly professional manner.

"...Business?"

This way of phrasing effectively pushed Miss Claire’s emotions to their peak.

She finally couldn’t hold back and asked.

"So, does that mean you’re not planning to pay today?"

It was Fu Qian’s turn to show a look of surprise.

...

"How could that be, the fee is definitely not an issue, it’s just..."

Fu Qian’s response undoubtedly exceeded Miss Claire’s understanding, causing her facial expressions to falter a bit.

Frowning briefly, she swiftly denied, but the suspicion in her eyes was unmistakable.

"It’s just that I shouldn’t charge? Because using mysticism to solve puzzles is a noble act, and the fee should be given as one sees fit?"

Fu Qian shook his head, showing a smile, and retorted with a response he was clearly accustomed to.

"I know that’s how many people operate, but are you really sure that’s what you want to hear?"

Uh...

The persona of a master is naturally unparalleled, such that even without starting the work, Miss Claire already looked somewhat refreshed.

Of course, such guidance wasn’t something Fu Qian Evil God indulged in frequently, getting mischievous in tasks.

In his assessment, if he couldn’t give Miss Claire enough confidence, even coming in to sit down, she might very well leave after a little probing.

Her hesitation at the doorstep indicated the problem clearly lay within herself.

The purpose of this visit might be somewhat difficult for her to articulate.

In Fu Qian’s view, to secure this business, he must help her build enough confidence in dealing with a professional.

The typical swindler style might not be enough.

Pushing the contrasting operation to the extreme, in his evaluation, increased the likelihood of securing the business.

...

"Mr. Grimshaw... I have to admit, that scenario you mentioned, I really can’t guarantee how I’d react."

Under Fu Qian’s questioning, Miss Claire remained silent for quite a long time.

When she spoke again, she seemed to have a clearer understanding of herself.

"You are indeed in business, and what I need is precisely a sufficiently professional business person."

"You have indeed proven your uniqueness."

"It’s a bit early to say that, but I’ll try my best to justify the price you pay. Tell me about your troubles."

The consultation had a good start, and Fu Qian had no intention of wasting time, asking directly.

"Why must it be troubles... and don’t you need to use any tools?"

Even with some mental preparation, this fast pace seemed a bit uncomfortable for Claire.

"No need, I have special skills."

Fu Qian shook his head again, pressing the business card beneath his hand.

"And I actually hope it isn’t troubles; such customers are generally more easily satisfied."

"True enough, it’s hard to imagine you pulling out a deck for me to draw from..."

Fu Qian’s words clearly prompted further reflection from Miss Claire.

"...It’s not my trouble, it’s my husband’s."

And muttering to herself, she seemed to have finally made a decision.

"So, does he not know you’re here today?"

Fu Qian’s expression remained unchanged.

"He doesn’t know, otherwise he wouldn’t agree."

"I see, tell me about the specific manifestations of the trouble."

"He gets up at night to lick things..."

Staring straight at Fu Qian for a long time, when Claire finally spoke again, the skin on her surface visibly rose in goosebumps.

"More than once, I woke up in the darkness to find him licking my body with his eyes closed..."

"Certainly a bit strange, but for a couple, it’s probably not that unusual?"

"And a cat..."

"And everything in the fish tank..."