Seeing this, Mu Anxiao's lips curved into a smile. "Since you think it's not difficult, why don't you do this kind of thing yourself?"
"I dare not," the waiter confessed truthfully, his face pleading. "Please help me. I'll give you silver, as much as you want." As he spoke, he eagerly thrust the money pouch towards Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao immediately pushed the money pouch away. "Young master here might love money, but I only want it clean. I can't do things like that."
"It's just helping to deal with him, how can it be so difficult?" the waiter asked, looking troubled.
Mu Anxiao let out a soft snort. "Dealing with him isn't difficult? Let me tell you, I never do business that harms lives. And another thing," she narrowed her eyes, "I also advise you to rein yourself in. If I find out that fellow is really dead, I'll settle the score with you first."
Rein himself in? Dead?
However, the words Mu Anxiao uttered echoed in the waiter's mind, and he inexplicably began to laugh.
Feng Qishi and Mu Anxiao watched, completely bewildered.
Then, the waiter said through his laughter, "What I mean is, not letting him appear in this area. It seems you misunderstood."
"Not letting him appear in this area? What do you mean?"
"To be frank, the customers who come here are all high-ranking officials and wealthy young masters. They particularly dislike madmen. Most importantly, that beggar likes A Chu. Whenever the beggar hears outside that someone is looking for A Chu, he goes into a frenzy and harasses them. Because of this, many regular customers have left. And A Chu is a subordinate of the woman who manages me. If A Chu doesn't earn money, she won't get a cut. So... you understand now, right?"
"You didn't say it like that just now."
"Every job has its own rules. If it weren't for being forced, I wouldn't tell you this," the waiter admitted honestly.
Mu Anxiao looked at the waiter's sincere expression and, after a moment's thought, asked, "Why doesn't he bother Song Xu?"
"Because A Chu likes him."
"He's picky?" Mu Anxiao was surprised.
The waiter gave a dry laugh. "Yes. To tell you the truth," he said, "that guy is very stubborn. At first, no matter how we persuaded him, he wouldn't pay attention, he just wanted to find A Chu. Who would have thought... when you went, he came out obediently. That's why I thought you could help me."
"You were waiting for me all along," Mu Anxiao said, recalling the waiter's sudden appearance to block her earlier.
The waiter smiled sheepishly.
Seeing the waiter's simple and foolish demeanor, Mu Anxiao sighed helplessly and asked, "Does that woman know her money pouch was taken by that fellow?"
"No," the waiter replied flatly.
"And you don't plan to tell her," Mu Anxiao stated.
The waiter thought for a moment and said, "I don't plan to tell her."
"You really dislike her," Mu Anxiao suddenly became gossipy.
Feng Qishi looked at Mu Anxiao's gossipy expression with helplessness. After a few seconds of pause, he shifted his gaze back to the waiter. "..." He knew it was useless for him to speak, so he became an observer.
After Mu Anxiao's remark, the waiter sighed. "I do dislike her. That position should have been mine."
"That's the woman's position, how could it be yours?"
"The master doesn't care about such things. In the master's eyes, ability comes first, gender second."
"Then that proves your ability is lacking," Mu Anxiao said indifferently.
"It's because she knows how to use tactics."
"You can do that too," Mu Anxiao said directly, showing no sympathy for the waiter.
Hearing this, the waiter was speechless for a few seconds before saying helplessly, "You don't understand our relationship."
"I don't understand, but speaking of which," Mu Anxiao revealed a contemptuous smile, "this is truly the first time I've seen a man as wishy-washy as you."
"How can you say that about me?"
"You lack the ability to surpass her, so you're jealous. You clearly know who stole her money pouch, yet you choose to conceal it. Tell me," Mu Anxiao clicked her tongue, "as a man, to live to this extent is truly pathetic."
"Are you suggesting I tell her that the beggar stole her money pouch?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't want to say."
"Fire cannot be contained in paper. Some things cannot be solved with money. You need to learn to refuse."
"Then I'm just asking for death."
"If you fear this and that, you'll never achieve anything great. Let me give you a method," Mu Anxiao said, a slight curve appearing at the corner of her lips.
Seeing this, the waiter frowned. "The method you give me, will it be useful?"
"You don't trust me?"
"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I think this matter can be resolved with money."
"Let me tell you the truth, I really don't want to get involved in your affairs. That beggar..." Mu Anxiao stopped midway, then suddenly remembered the beggar's exceptional pickpocketing skills. An idea struck her. "Never mind, let's not talk about that. As long as he doesn't appear here, is that enough?"
"Yes. Are you going to help me again?" the waiter asked uncertainly.
Mu Anxiao took a deep breath, considering her own spiritual energy, which could be exposed at any moment. She decided it would be better to find someone to help her.
So, she said, "I will."
"Then thank you very much." The waiter was overjoyed and thrust the money pouch towards Mu Anxiao again.
Mu Anxiao remained still, merely glancing at the money pouch in the waiter's hand and saying, "No need."
"That wouldn't be very good," the waiter said, feigning politeness.
There's no free lunch in this world.
Seeing the waiter looking like he was getting the better of her and complaining, Mu Anxiao laughed unkindly. "Don't misunderstand me."
"What?" the waiter asked, stunned.
Mu Anxiao continued, "I'll be coming here frequently in the future. When I do, you can use the money from this pouch to pay for my orders."
"..." The waiter's expression turned bitter.
Then, Mu Anxiao intentionally changed the subject. "Where did that beggar go?"
"He usually likes to stay on the rooftops. His Qinggong is superb."
"Superb Qinggong?" Mu Anxiao said, suddenly remembering her pursuit of him into an alley not long ago. She suddenly understood, "No wonder he was so at ease, only panting a few times. He's a skilled practitioner!"
"He is a skilled practitioner," the waiter replied, thinking Mu Anxiao was talking to him.
"..." Mu Anxiao chuckled at the waiter's reply. "Alright, go back and wait for my news."
"Okay, I... I'll leave first." The waiter said, putting the money pouch away. After a final glance at Feng Qishi, he walked around them.
After the waiter left, Feng Qishi nudged Mu Anxiao with his elbow and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Go find that fellow," Mu Anxiao said, tilting her head up to stare at Feng Qishi.
"You want me to find him?" Feng Qishi pointed to himself in surprise.
"I'm not a skilled practitioner," Mu Anxiao stated matter-of-factly.