Zhou Ze suddenly felt that this old man was a treasure. A while ago, the old daoist even talked to him about whether he should worship a God of Fortune or Guan Yu in the bookstore.
Now that he thought about it, why would he need to supply those statues? If he could just bring this old man to the bookstore to live there, he would be able to preserve the fortune of the bookstore.
It was not that Zhou Ze had never seen someone with a high status before, but this old man was almost a bug in terms of status.
It was still the same thing. He had joined the army. If he had gone to work in other industries, or if he had changed back in his era, he would have achieved something extraordinary.
However, everyone had different fates and choices. Perhaps for the old man, choosing to be a soldier and fight alongside his comrades was the least regretful choice.
