22: Chapter 22 Inscription, Opening a Shop

Taking a master?

A Breeder Grandmaster actually wants to take him as a disciple?

Lin Fan was momentarily dazed.

A Breeder Grandmaster; how many people dreamed of receiving even a little guidance from one.

Yet now, he was actually extending an olive branch to a newcomer who had just passed the exam?

President Ye Wenyuan did not urge him, just watched Lin Fan calmly.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Fan spoke honestly.

"President Ye, actually, I only have two Armor Orifices."

President Ye Wenyuan was stunned.

"Two?"

Lin Fan nodded: "Two."

President Ye Wenyuan stared at him, his gaze becoming complex.

"With two Armor Orifices, you were able to rise from Rank 3 to Rank 7 in one week?"

Lin Fan was slightly taken aback. As expected of a big shot; in such a short time, he had already figured out his situation completely.

"Hehe, just lucky, just lucky."

President Ye Wenyuan was silent for a long time.

He stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to Lin Fan.

"The path of a Breeder requires not only a good eye and knowledge but also Cultivation."

He paused.

"The evolution of some Armor Spirits requires the Breeder to guide them with spiritual power. If your Rank is not high enough, even if you see the correct path, you cannot execute it."

Lin Fan did not speak.

President Ye Wenyuan turned around and looked at him.

"With two Armor Orifices, your speed of Cultivation is naturally slower than others. No matter how hard you try, your limit is set there."

He sighed, "To be honest, this makes me very hesitant."

Lin Fan still did not speak.

He knew that what President Ye Wenyuan said was the truth.

The number of Armor Orifices determines the speed of Cultivation; this is an iron law of this world.

With two Armor Orifices, the limit is an Armor Master.

Even though he had the ten thousand armor beast record and could Acquiredly open new Armor Orifices, he only had three now.

Moreover, opening the third one had exhausted his source energy, and the next one was still a long way off.

President Ye Wenyuan looked at him and was silent for a long time.

Finally, he suddenly smiled.

"But your performance today makes me truly reluctant to let go."

He walked back behind his desk and sat down.

"How about this, I will ask you a question."

Lin Fan nodded.

"Are you willing to take me as your master?"

Lin Fan was stunned: "But my Armor Orifices..."

President Ye Wenyuan waved his hand.

"Having few Armor Orifices is indeed a problem. But it is not unsolvable."

Lin Fan's eyes lit up.

President Ye Wenyuan continued.

"There are some Heaven And Earth Treasure in the world that can help an Armor Beast Master open new Armor Orifices."

"For example, Dragon Bone Fruit, Marrow Cleansing Flower, Nine-Turn Golden Lotus... Each of these items is worth a fortune and is priceless."

He looked at Lin Fan, "Although they are hard to find, it is not without hope."

Lin Fan was silent for a few seconds.

Then he stood up, walked to President Ye Wenyuan, and bowed.

"Master."

President Ye Wenyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"You brat, you are quite straightforward."

He waved his hand, "Alright, sit down."

Lin Fan sat back down.

President Ye Wenyuan leaned back in his chair and looked at him.

"Since you called me Master, I must give you a welcome gift."

He thought for a moment, "What do you want?"

Lin Fan blinked.

"Master, I have a small request."

"Speak."

"I want to open a shop."

President Ye Wenyuan raised an eyebrow: "Open a shop?"

Lin Fan nodded.

"My family is poor, as you know. Cultivation requires money, buying Materials requires money; everything is inseparable from money. I want to use my eye for detail to provide Armor Spirit appraisal and customized cultivation plans for people to earn some money."

He paused, "But I lack a storefront and a sign."

President Ye Wenyuan stared at him for several seconds, then smiled.

"You kid, you certainly know how to plan."

He thought about it and nodded.

"Alright, I will solve the storefront issue for you. There are a few shops under the Association that were originally used as experimental bases, and one is currently empty. You can use it."

Lin Fan's eyes lit up.

"As for the sign..." President Ye Wenyuan smiled, "I will write it for you."

He took a piece of rice paper from the drawer, spread it on the table, and picked up a brush.

"What is the shop called?"

Lin Fan thought for a moment.

"Let's call it... 'Mo Fan Pavilion'."

President Ye Wenyuan raised an eyebrow: "Mo Fan?"

Lin Fan nodded: "Mo is my foster father's surname, and Fan is my given name. Put together, it is Mo Fan."

President Ye Wenyuan glanced at him, his gaze carrying a hint of appreciation.

"Not forgetting one's roots, good."

He lifted the brush and wrote three large characters on the rice paper — Mo Fan Pavilion.

The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, revealing the style of a master.

After writing, he put down the brush and handed the rice paper to Lin Fan.

"Take it to be framed and hang it in the shop."

Lin Fan took it, looked at the three characters, and felt much more at ease.

"Thank you, Master."

President Ye Wenyuan waved his hand.

"Alright, no need to thank me. For the storefront, come find me tomorrow, and I will have someone take you to see it."

He paused, "But there is one thing you must remember."

Lin Fan nodded.

"Your purpose for opening the shop is to make money, which is fine. But you cannot accept everything and earn every kind of money."

President Ye Wenyuan looked at him.

"In the Breeder profession, reputation is more important than money. If you ruin your reputation, it will be hard to make a living in the future."

Lin Fan nodded seriously.

"I will remember."

President Ye Wenyuan leaned back in his chair and waved his hand.

"Alright, go back. Starting next week, come to the Association every Saturday to find me, and I will teach you."

Lin Fan stood up, walked to the door, and suddenly turned back.

"Master, there is one more thing."

"Speak."

"For that shop of mine, can I hang a sign at the door that says 'Managed by the President's Personal Disciple'?"

President Ye Wenyuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed and scolded.

"Get lost!"

Lin Fan ran out laughing.

He stood at the entrance of the Association, looking down at the rice paper in his hand.

The three large characters "Mo Fan Pavilion" shimmered faintly in the afterglow.

He suddenly let out a laugh.

"The President's personal inscription... if this were sold, how much would it be worth?"

On his left wrist, Xiao Zhuang moved, as if rolling its eyes.

Lin Fan pressed it back down, hands in his pockets, and slowly walked toward the bus stop.

Along the way, his mind was not idle.

He had the shop, the sign, the master, and the license.

Everything was ready, except...

Money.

Lin Fan took out his phone and checked his balance.

13,732.5 yuan.

The registration fee was 500, and the rest was the money Old Mo had given him.

Plus the 20,000 earned from Xu Ziyan, after spending some, this was what remained.

Ten thousand yuan, what is that enough for?

It's not even enough to buy a decent counter.

Let alone stocking goods, renovations, handling paperwork, and advertising...

Lin Fan leaned against the pillar of the bus stop, watching the flow of traffic, his brain spinning rapidly.

Borrow money?

Who to borrow from?

He knew Old Mo's financial situation well; that 5,000 last time was already the limit.

Ask Master?

He had just conned a shop out of him; asking to borrow money again was inappropriate.

Go to the bank?

Sixteen years old, a student, unemployed, no collateral; who would lend to him?

Just as Lin Fan was worrying, a face suddenly flashed in his mind.

Round, a bit silly, eyes sparkling, always holding a snow-white fox in his arms.

Xu Ziyan.

Lin Fan's eyes lit up.

That's right, Xu Ziyan!