Do You… Have a Problem?
Translated by nightcache
Edited and translated by anks and greenapple
TN: * God isn’t blind
“Take a look! Classmates, do you know what kind of flower this is?” Meng Xiaonan’s expression is enigmatic. After receiving a ‘rose’ bouquet and exclaiming such, she raises the corners of her mouth and complacently exclaims, “Do you know, I brought this back from the outskirts, under the light of a ‘Ziyun temple.’ Even though this may look like normal roses, in fact, ah,… .”
“In fact, what?” the onlooking classmates impatiently asks as she keeps them in suspense.
Meng Xiaonan’s smile intensifies. “In fact, these are immortal flowers that can bless us in our nation exam… the fairy of
the immortals! My mom specifically begged for this. Last exam, I did very well, and will absolutely pass! However, there are too many flowers, and I don’t know where to put them. The class teacher asked me to trow them out. Do you agree it’s a waste to throw out these immortal flowers?”
“Of course!” Someone replies. “Gift me one, I want to see if it’s really that magical.”
“Gift me one too!”
“I also want, I also want!”
“Classmate, gift me one too!”
Meng Xiaonan’s eyes roll. “My mom had to work hard to come by this bunch of flowers. How can I possibly just gift them to you all, who feels there is a bit… .”
“Then I will
will buy it! How much for one?” Someone immediately replies.
Xiao Mingluo, who is standing not far from the crowd, feels as though he has been struck by lightning. He idiotically stands still, soundlessly opening and closing his mouth. This girl… how can she be more formidable than An Chuxia?
In a fugue, he didn’t hear how much Meng Xiaonan made, only observing these students reaching into their pockets. Within a few minutes, the large bouquet of roses sold out.
With all the flowers gone, those who weren’t able to buy the flowers consider themselves unlucky. Xiaonan promises that the next time her mother goes to the temple to beg for flowers, she’ll bring them some, albeit at a higher
a higher price. They are willing to buy and then leave.
Her original pitiful expression changes. After the crowd leaves, her personality changes, and she beams joyfully. Like a miser, she quickly reaches into her pocket pulls out a large red stack of money, and starts counting the bills one by one. At the same time, she contemptuously says, “These brainless wealthy suckers believes in everything I say. They’ll pay whatever price I’d ask. If I’ve known that earlier, I would’ve offered each for a thousand! A ha, ha, ha, no matter what, if God has eyes*, he knows I’ve made a small fortune… .”
A shadow befalls her, and so, she seductively raises her head to say, “I’ve to say, “I’ve sold out of flowers, but you’re welcome to try next time.” Instead, she bumps into Xiao Mingluo’s pair of deathly alluring peach blossom eyes.
She feels dizzy for a moment, but she quickly recovers. She silently pockets the money she was counting. She purposely examines his lapel before asking, “You… have a problem?”
He raises his eyebrows and smiles at Meng Xiaonan. “Shouldn’t you be saying that the flowers came from me? Now that you’ve profited, shouldn’t you share half of the profits with me?”
Her heart thumps. Meng Xiaonan has already given her respects to Xiao Mingluo’s eighteenth ancestor. As the proverb goes, the richer the person, the stingier they are. This proverb is definitely true.