Their commission was suspicious.

"Then why were you sighing just now?" Mona couldn't help but ask.

"I'm sighing. With your business acumen, you deserve to eat dirt for the rest of your life," Chen Luo said after glaring at Mona.

"Huh?" Mona was taken aback.

“Even if you desperately need money, you should at least keep some food for yourself. If you sell everything and I don’t open the bar for three days in a row, won’t you starve to death?” Chen Le said to Mona, exasperated by her lack of ambition.

Chen Luo really didn't want to bring Mona to the bar only to find her starving.

Who could withstand being frightened like this every day?

Chapter 315 Chen Luo: Don't come to bars anymore, I'm not going to support you anymore!

"Secondly, you've only marked such a low price; are you doing charity?" Chen Luo said, tapping on the sign Mona had placed next to him.

"Ah, a box of compressed biscuits has 48 bags. Isn't 500 mora per bag enough? A whole box is 24,000 mora!" Mona said, somewhat puzzled.

"Hey, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the food you eat at the bar every day?" Chen Luo crossed his arms and looked at Mona with a strange expression.

"Putting everything else aside, if you randomly take a compressed biscuit and enter it into a culinary competition, and you don't even get into the top three, then there's definitely something fishy going on. You're selling a bag for 500 molars, are you doing a good deed for society?"

In midnight bars, delicious food seems to be the cheapest thing.

All the food and drinks sold from Zero Point Bar have been enhanced by Chen Luo's culinary skills.

While things like compressed biscuits may lose some of their flavor due to added ingredients, they are still something that only a master chef could painstakingly create.

500 Mora? You really have a way of thinking about that.

The most expensive set meal at Liuli Pavilion costs tens of millions of Mora, Chen Luo remembered it being mentioned in Ningguang's invitation mission.

Then you sell this bag of compressed biscuits for 500 molars?

Gee tut.

"Tell me, how long has it been since you started setting up your stall?" Chen Luo asked.

"Hmm, less than 20 minutes, I guess?" Mona said after thinking for a moment.

"How much did you sell?" Chen Luo asked again.

"All three boxes of instant noodles and three boxes of compressed biscuits are sold out," Mona answered honestly.

"Do you think ordinary business people can sell as fast as you?" Chen Luo was completely speechless.

If Mona were bolder, selling a whole box of compressed biscuits would be enough for her to buy whatever she wanted.

As for what Mona wants to buy?

It's definitely the latest astrological instrument and research material.

Doesn't Chen Luo know Mona yet?

"It doesn't seem like there are any." Mona looked around at the other stalls; not much of the stuff on the stalls had sold yet.

"So I sold it at a loss?" Mona couldn't help but ask.

"To be honest, you're practically giving them charity by charging them 10 Mora per case," Chen Luo said irritably.

Or rather, there is no upper limit.

Mona, why do you look down on things produced in bars?

"...Wouldn't I have suffered a huge loss?" Mona said, sounding like she was about to cry.

"What are you losing out on? You didn't even spend any money to buy these compressed biscuits."

“Yes, that’s true.” Mona nodded.

"Your only mistake was not having the nerve to ask for several boxes of compressed biscuits at once."

"So you're not angry at all that I'm selling compressed biscuits?"

"Why would I be angry? It's you who should be angry. If you want to buy something, just tell me. Do you think my reputation for granting other people's wishes is just empty talk?"

I think you just don't want to send me the raw stones.

Wow, you're awful.

"Oh, is it possible to have such a wish?" Mona asked in surprise.

"Why not? Tell me, how much Mora do you need?" Chen Luo asked confidently, arms crossed.

Although Chen Luo doesn't have a single Mora on him right now, and even owes Shen He a lot of Mora, Chen Luo still has this mysterious confidence.

“That’s enough,” Mona said, holding up the money bag Chen Luo had just thrown at her.

"...Mona."

"Yes," Mona replied immediately.

"Don't come to the bar for the next two days."

"Huh? W-what happened?" Mona panicked.

"Seeing you gives me a headache." Chen Luo rubbed his forehead.

"No, please, I'm sorry, I was wrong." Seeing Chen Luo's posture, Mona immediately stood up from her stall, grabbed Chen Luo's hand, and pleaded.

Mona is now rich, but it's just enough to buy the latest astrological instrument.

There should have been some surplus, but after Chen Luo sold the last of the compressed biscuits at an 8% discount, there was no surplus left.

Mona, who had sold compressed biscuits and instant noodles, had no food left to eat.

Although I can use Mora to buy food, I can't do without the latest astrological instrument...

Besides, how can the food outside compare to the food at Chen Luo's bar?

“…Alright, then think about what else you want to buy, what astrological instruments you want, just say it, even on a grand scale!” Chen Luo encouraged.

"Uh, I also want to buy some books on astrology, which will probably cost around 100 million Mora. Of course, if it's too much, we can reduce the cost; 10 Mora can buy a basic one," Mona said softly.

[Ding! You have a new request!]

[Astrological Ritual]: Old man, poor, with the Xun trigram.

Reward: 150 Primogems + Mona's Affection Level 15

Difficulty: Two stars

“…100 million Mora, you deserve to be eating dirt.” Chen Luo was shocked when he heard this number.

To be fair, while 100 million Mora isn't an insurmountable fortune in Teyvat, it's certainly a very high price.

Mona works as a freelance writer, and 100 million mora is a lot for her.

No wonder researchers are all poor.

However, it makes sense that knowledge of the occult is priced higher.

However, Mona couldn't afford it.

"It doesn't necessarily have to be 100 million Mora. You can buy a basic version for 10 Mora, although it's been cut down..." Mona said pitifully.

"I can help you, but I have a question. Didn't you say you couldn't make money using your astrological abilities? So why are you setting up a stall here?"

"What a joke! I don't use astrology to make money, but these compressed biscuits are all from my own hard work. They have absolutely nothing to do with astrology," Mona said matter-of-factly.

"...I've prepared 20 boxes of compressed biscuits at the bar. In a little while, take that businessman to the apartment next to your rented place, have him wait outside, and go to the bar to get the 20 boxes of compressed biscuits. Sell them to him," Chen Luo said after a moment's thought.

"20 boxes?" Mona was taken aback.

One box of compressed biscuits contains 24,000 molars, so 20 boxes would be... well...

“Each box of compressed biscuits sells for 10 Mora. That’s 200 million Mora in total. Use 100 million to buy your astrology books or something, and remember to give me the remaining 50,” Chen Luo said directly to Mona.

"10 Mora per case?"

"What? You think it's not enough?"

"No, no, no, isn't this too expensive?"

"What's so expensive about it? The highest price they could afford was 20 Mora per case." Chen Luo rolled his eyes at Mona again.

Why do you always look down on things produced in bars?

"Oh, I know."

Although she said that, Mona was secretly wondering, who would be stupid enough to spend 20 yuan on a box of compressed biscuits?

Why not just go to Chen Luo's bar for a meal?

“But 20 boxes sell for 200 million Mora. I only need 100 million to buy astrology books. I’ll give you 50. What about the remaining 50?” Mona couldn’t help but ask.

"I don't think you'd look at anything else if you could afford that million-dollar astrology book."

Chen Luo couldn't say he completely controlled Mona's mindset and actions as a shopaholic, but he definitely had some understanding of her.

"so……"

"It's yours now," Chen Luo said with a sigh.

"Alo, I like you so much!" Mona was stunned for two seconds after hearing this, then rushed towards Chen Luo.

"Stay away from me, you shopaholic." Chen Luo coldly held Mona's face to prevent her from getting close.

"I'll pack my things and take them to pick up the goods." Although she didn't manage to hug Chen Luo, Mona, who had been groping Chen Luo's body for a while, released her excitement and decided to pack up her stall and leave.

"Why are you still packing? They'll be leaving soon. I'll watch these things for you." Chen Luo said, tapping Mona's hat as she prepared to pack.

"Oh, oh, then I'll trouble you." Mona nodded and walked excitedly toward the merchant.

Chen Luo was not worried about the danger that Mona, the poor, weak and helpless girl, would face if she went out alone with the slightly fat merchant.

In fact, Mona could send that businessman flying five meters with a single slap; the businessman should be the one who's afraid.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and set up your stall!" Chen Luo said to the Herrscher of Knowledge, who was watching Mona's retreating figure.

"Huh?" The Herrscher of Knowledge was taken aback.

“Don’t you think Mona’s stall is a great one? We’re going to set up a stall anyway, so why don’t we just use hers?” Chen Luo said, pointing to the things Mona had left behind.

"You...you didn't drive Mona away because of this, did you?" The Herrscher of Knowledge looked at Chen Luo suspiciously.

"Why are you speaking such obvious truths?" After giving the Herald of Knowledge a disdainful look, Chen Luo took out three chairs from his backpack and placed them behind the stall.

In this way, a stall was set up.

Under the influence of the Herrscher of Knowledge's abilities, those around him did not pay attention to Chen Luo's ability to manipulate objects from thin air, as if it were perfectly normal.

When Chen Luo was in the other world, he always used this ability to influence the people around him to ignore the fact that he was flying.

Flying is definitely less strenuous than walking.

"But then again, since the other party's bottom line is 20 Mora, why are you only selling it for 10 Mora? If you sold it for more, you could pay off all of Shen He's debts, and then we wouldn't have to set up a stall anymore," the Herrscher of Knowledge asked Chen Luo while sitting in his chair, thinking about how to promote the goods.

Chen Luo owes Shen He 100 million Mora.

Because the coffin Chen Luo bought was a bit expensive.

The price difference for items like coffins can be quite large, especially since Chen Luo bought a high-end, special solid wood coffin.

So 10 Mora for a coffin isn't considered very expensive.

A meal at Liuli Pavilion can cost tens of millions of Mora, so the price of a coffin isn't too outrageous.

So Chen Luo still owes Shen He 50 Mora.

Although Shen He himself doesn't seem to care.

“The maximum limit is 20 Mora, but if we actually offer 20, the other party might not buy it. Besides, do you really think we set up a stall to earn Mora? Aren’t we here to train Shen He?” Chen Luo glanced at the Herrscher of Knowledge.

Chen Luo suspected that the Lawgiver of Knowledge had misunderstood his original intention.

"Ah, oh. I remember now."

Believe it or not, those who understand the laws have actually forgotten.

"By the way, Alo, you must have received a request just now, right?" the Herrscher of Knowledge asked in a low voice.

"Are you referring to the merchant or Mona?"

"Did that businessman also place a request?"

"Both of them got theirs. Mona's is nothing special, but the merchant's is five raw stones per box, with a maximum of 20 boxes," Chen Luo said nonchalantly.