The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 151

Second Jiang was astonished—how could someone not be interested in silver?

Little did he know that the wealth within Chang'an's spatial realm far surpassed that of the Jiang family.

Chang'an, however, was mildly intrigued by his offer. The man looked like a scammer trying to deceive her, an "ignorant" young girl.

"Tell me, what kind of work are you proposing?"

Was there hope? Second Jiang's eyes brightened again. He had been right—no one could resist silver!

"It's simple. I want your father to act as a fortune-teller in the new town I’ve built. Accuracy doesn’t matter—he just needs to fool those spoiled young nobles and the love-struck noble ladies."

"You can keep all the earnings, and I’ll even pay you extra wages."

The truth was, he had taken a liking to her father’s striking appearance and charisma, certain it would draw crowds.

Chang'an’s twin hair buns seemed to bristle with disapproval.

"Faking as a charlatan is too unethical. Find someone else."

"Wait! The pay is excellent!" Second Jiang desperately tried to persuade her.

Chang'an wondered: Did she really look that desperate for money?

Before he could unleash his silver-tongued persuasion, Chang'an reached into her sleeve—actually retrieving a pink pearl from her spatial realm.

She had plenty of these. Her father, Old Gu Six, kept two pearl oysters in his space that exclusively produced pink pearls, and he was currently out at sea searching for more.

Selling one wouldn’t hurt. "Do you want to buy it?"

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He gulped. "A p-p-pink pearl?"

Though the Jiang family was wealthy and no stranger to rare treasures, this was his first time seeing a pink pearl.

With such a display, it was clear she wasn’t lacking silver.

"How much do you want for it?" Perfect timing—his mother’s birthday was coming up, and this would make an exceptional gift.

"Pink pearls are priceless. One hundred thousand taels of silver, non-negotiable," Chang'an declared, setting a trap for the willing.

Second Jiang was dumbfounded. This was daylight robbery!

Though the pearl was large and its color rare, a hundred thousand taels was outrageous—even more shameless than his own schemes.

"Could you… maybe give me a discount?"

"No." Hadn’t he flaunted his wealth like a peacock in front of her?

Since he had delivered himself to her doorstep, she wouldn’t hold back.

It wasn’t like she was forcing him—this was a fair deal.

Second Jiang waffled between desire and the sting of overpaying. Chang'an didn’t rush him, letting him stew as she gazed at the sea.

After a solid quarter-hour of deliberation, he finally caved. "I’ll take it."

What he was really buying was novelty—the one-of-a-kind gift for his mother.

"I don’t have that much silver on me. Can I fetch it later?"

"Fine. But no banknotes—I want physical silver." Paper money felt unreliable; she preferred tangible wealth.

"You can also trade with fabrics or other valuables."

Second Jiang agreed eagerly. Bringing fabrics and treasures was far easier than hauling a hundred thousand taels in silver ingots.

A single chest held only a thousand taels—a hundred chests would require an army of porters and leave him crippled.

Why not just bring his family’s guards?

Fear of her father’s wrath. It was obvious the man disliked outsiders intruding. If Second Jiang arrived with an entourage, he might vanish before securing the pearl.

But was this purchase truly necessary?

For a young man’s pride, securing something unique—and earning parental favor—was an investment in his inheritance.

What better way to prove his filial devotion than presenting his mother with a rare treasure on her birthday?

To Chang'an, however, he was just a naive, deep-pocketed fool ripe for the taking.

She barely noticed when Second Jiang left. Her father, Old Gu Six, had been underwater longer than usual this time.

What, had he encountered a mermaid? Been lured away?

Meanwhile, deep beneath the waves, Old Gu Six was raiding an entire colony of clams.

A dazzling beam of light in the abyss beckoned—no, lured him forward.

What seemed close took him an hour of swimming to reach.

The light emanated from a cave, surrounded by fish of all sizes.

At his approach, the fish scattered—though a few playful ones nuzzled his cheeks.

Old Gu Six: Hey now, don’t make me cry foul.

He and the fish craned their necks, peering into the glowing cave. But beyond the radiance, nothing was visible.

Thinking the luminous object would make excellent wall lighting (far better than candles), he plunged into the dark vortex.

Spinning like a washing machine, he tumbled until stars danced in his vision before landing in another world.

A paradise of birdsong, blossoms, and babbling springs—a utopia beneath the sea.

At the spring’s source, a pearl the size of a baby’s fist bounced merrily in the water.

Had it gained sentience? The heavens must’ve slipped up, letting a pearl cultivate into a spirit.

As he approached, the pearl stilled, then—after a pause—shot from the water to nuzzle his cheek shyly before darting back into the spring.

Old Gu Six: First the fish, now a pearl? Must be the burden of being handsome. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

His spiritual sense detected the little dragon pearl in his spatial spring thrashing excitedly—it wanted this new pearl.

Without hesitation, he snatched it from the water and tossed it into his space, smooth as a seasoned thief.

The moment the pearl left, the underwater paradise shattered like an illusion.

He barely escaped into his spatial realm in time.

Inside, he gaped as the little dragon pearl swallowed the newcomer whole.

Would it get indigestion?

But the dragon pearl’s aura only grew stronger, its glow blinding.

"Nope. This is premium fuel." He wondered if more existed. "Now, try returning to your true form."

Slicing his palm, he let blood flow into the spring where the little dragon’s body lay. The pool turned crimson, only for the blood to be absorbed instantly.

He did this daily—thankfully, his vitality was robust, or he’d have bled out before reviving his daughter.

This time, the dragon pearl merged seamlessly into the dormant dragon’s body. The deathly aura vanished, though the creature remained asleep.

Old Gu Six hopped joyfully, like a monkey with an armful of bananas.

The key had been found. His daughter would awaken when the time came—until then, she’d live well in the world above.

Thinking that Chang'an must have been waiting for him for a long time, Old Gu Six feared she might worry, so he hurriedly emerged from the water and swam upstream with all his might.

Meanwhile, Chang'an, who had been waiting for him on the boat, wasn’t actually all that concerned when he didn’t return. Truth be told, she was just sleepy—so she went home to nap. After all, dozing on the deck under the midday sun was a bit too scorching.

By the time Old Gu Six resurfaced, all that greeted him was an empty boat. Where was his big, grown-up daughter?

Fast asleep at home, sprawled out without a care in the world.

Old Gu Six: What could possibly salvage this dangerously fragile father-daughter bond?