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For Ye Shiwen, this is indeed a very big problem, because no matter which angle he looks at, Zhao Chunliang and Chen Baima's contest at the world's No. 1 martial arts conference, Zhao Chunliang is bound to lose, and the current direction of his efforts is to lose as little as possible.

This may seem discouraging, but that's exactly what is happening right now.

"Is there any way to solve it?" Zhao Chunliang asked.

"We can secretly communicate with some dojos, or coerce, or induce, let them send people to participate in this world's No. 1 martial arts conference, at least, we have to get together the first five hundred!" Ye Shiwen said.

"And then?" Zhao Chunliang asked.

"Then let's find some masters, I'm talking about masters who are enough to enter the top ten, let them compete with Chen Baima's people, so that at least the battle for the top ten won't be too ugly!" Ye Shiwen said.

"You're right." Zhao Chunliang nodded and said, "But I'm not used to sitting still, let alone handing over the initiative to others." ”

"What do you mean, Leader?" Ye Shiwen looked at Zhao Chunliang suspiciously.

"Instead of taking the initiative to discuss with those dojos, it is better to let them take the initiative to come to the door themselves, I believe that everything in the world is for profit, as long as it is profitable, when the benefits outweigh the threats, many people will naturally choose to stand on the side of interests. I'm a person, nothing else, but I have a good father, my father didn't give me anything, he gave me money, money is a thing, for many people is meaningless, but for more people, this means everything, so I believe that there is no problem in this world that money can't solve, if there is, it can only be said that money is not enough. Zhao Chunliang said with a smile.

"Money? Are you going to, Leader... Keep increasing your winnings? Ye Shiwen asked in surprise.

"I plan to personally take out a part of the money to increase the prize money of the world's No. 1 martial arts conference tenfold." Zhao Chunliang said.

"Ten... Ten times !!! Ye Shiwen looked at Zhao Chunliang in disbelief, according to the previous set, entering the top five hundred, everyone's bonus has been as high as 150,000, if it is increased tenfold, it will be 1.5 million, this is just a small money, the biggest money lies in the top three, according to Zhao Chunliang's calculation, the third prize will be 1.5 billion, the second prize will be 3 billion, and the first prize will be 9 billion!!

This is completely crazy, throughout history, for thousands of years, there has never been any competitive competition where the prize money for the first place has reached 9 billion, and those that can reach 900 million are rare, basically only those finals of the world-wide and more than 1 billion audiences are likely to have a total prize of 900 million, and Zhao Chunliang directly smashed 9 billion...

What is this concept? This can't be said to be burning money, how long does it take to print money?

"If you calculate it in total, the investment will be about 15 billion." Zhao Chunliang said lightly, "Only you know this news at present." ”

"Leader, you... Don't be impulsive! Ye Shiwen hurriedly said, "Don't forget, this Chen Baima's strength is super strong, and he will almost inevitably win the first, and he also has super strong people under him, if there is no accident, the top three will basically be taken by his people, that is to say, your top three have a total bonus of 10.5 billion, which is equivalent to giving Chen Baima for nothing." ”

"If he can go, that's naturally the best, but sometimes, some things can't be as expected." Zhao Chunliang smiled mysteriously.

"Could it be that you, Leader... Do you have someone in your hands who can compete with Chen Baima? Ye Shiwen asked in surprise, but he knew that there was no real master in Zhao Chunliang's Sword Sect.

"I don't know, anyway, you just need to know, I personally, will increase the bonus by ten times, so that's fine, when you put this news out, you will release another news by the way, this time, the world's first martial arts conference, will only limit 1,000 people to participate, the competition is such a thing, not more people, more people means uneven, less people, less processes. You say, "Can you gather all these 1,000 people?" Zhao Chunliang asked with a smile.

"Yes, of course!" Ye Shiwen nodded again and again, and said, "Increase the bonus tenfold, then as long as you can enter the top five hundred, you can get at least one and a half million bonus, which is equivalent to a set of real estate, if the gym is still blocking people from participating in the competition, maybe someone will have to quit the gym!" This is a loss that those gyms can't afford! ”

"Since this is the case, then the set you said before Lord Yemen naturally does not exist." Zhao Chunliang said with a smile, "Look, these days, where are there any real problems?" It's all about money. ”

"But you... You're also too scary. Ye Shiwen sneered, "I have never seen it, let alone heard of it, someone can take out more than 10 billion casually, of course, if what you said is really true, then you can take back a large part of the more than 10 billion." As long as you can finish in the top three. ”

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you take it back or not, the key is that I don't want Chen Baima to take this money, so naturally someone will come forward to stop Chen Baima, you can rest assured about this, Lord Yemen, as the master of the outer Dao Gate, I don't expect you to have much ability, but at least, I hope that when the world's first martial arts conference, you can make the entire conference run smoothly, if you can't even do such a simple thing, then I can only let others sit in the position of the door master." Zhao Chunliang said casually.

"I know, I know!" Ye Shiwen nodded again and again, he secretly decided that before the world's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference, there must be at least one henchman who was really willing to do things for him.

At the same time, in another place.

Chen Baima sat down with the owners of several avenue pavilions.

In front of them, kneeling sat a woman with a delicate temperament, who was making tea at this time.

"Now that Zhao Chunliang, it is estimated that he doesn't know how to eat, and he can't sleep at night!" A middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears laughed loudly.

"Yes, the hand that Chen Men is playing, I can see it, but I can't hide it, hahaha, he can only send us money while staring at it, and at the same time waiting to make a fool of himself on the day of the world's first martial arts conference, it's really cool, it's so cool!" The other laughed.

"This time, we have already told the people in the Daoist Hall, we Qingliu Dao Pavilion, no one will participate in the world's No. 1 martial arts conference!"

"We won't have a single person in the Hexi Dao Hall!"

"So do we!"

A group of people chimed in.

"Then Zhao Chunliang, I really think that he has the support of the central government, and this door is his, what a joke!" Wang Gangdan, the owner of the Tie Dan Dao Pavilion, who is also one of the Four Great Dao Pavilions, sneered and said, "He killed so many people in our Daomen, and now he wants to be the leader of the Daomen, it's really wishful thinking, this time he is destined to lose a big face in front of the whole Daomen and the people of the whole country!" We control the grassroots and elites of the gate, and without us, he is alone, playing ball. ”

"Can't say that!" Chen Baima smiled slightly and said, "He still has a Sword Sect anyway." ”

"Sword Sect? If it was the Sword Sect a few years ago, it would still be a little threatening, but what is the current Sword Sect? There is no kendo master, he Zhao Chunliang is powerful, a congenital master, but it is useless for the world's first martial arts conference, who let the original rules stipulate that the innate master cannot participate, Zhao Chunliang can only catch blind even if he wants to come out, when the time comes, we will take the top ten, let him watch his money into our pockets, that picture must be very good! Wang Gangdan smiled proudly.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Chen Baima said lightly.

A young man in a Taoist uniform walked in from outside the door, knelt on the soft collapse, and said, "Report to the hall masters, there is new news from the Dao Gate. ”

"What's new?" Chen Baima asked.

"Daomen leader Zhao Chunliang paid out of his own pocket and raised the bonus again." The young man said.

"Hahaha, increase the bonus? He still wants to send us more money? Or does he think that those of us will sign up for this world's No. 1 martial arts conference because of his tens of thousands of bonuses? Hahaha, is he really the world's No. 1 martial arts conference a business? What I don't like the most is these copper-smelling businessmen, who always think that as long as they have money, they can do anything! Wang Gangdan said disdainfully.

"That's right, businessmen believe that money can make ghosts grind, but they forget that we are martial artists, we have cultivated ourselves since childhood, and we have long regarded money as dung, and he wants to use high bonuses to tempt martial artists to participate in competitions, which is absolutely wishful thinking!" The pavilion of another gym is saying rhetorically.

"Shit Merchant!"

"Trash, I still want to be a leader, and I am 108,000 miles away from Brother White Horse!"

"That's it!"

A group of people condemned Zhao Chunliang one after another.

"How much money did he raise? Is there a double? Wang Gangdan asked teasingly.

"According to the news over there, Zhao Chunliang privately funded and increased all bonuses tenfold!" The young man said.

"Hahaha, ten times, only ten..."Wang Gangdan just wanted to mock it, but suddenly his face stiffened, and then his eyes widened, looking at the young man who came with the news, and asked, "You... You mean, tenfold? ”

"Yes, all tenfold." The young man nodded.

Hiss!!!

In the entire room, a large group of Daoist Elite Pavilion Masters all gasped.

"Do you make it clear carefully, is it a tenfold increase in the prize money of those who enter the top five hundred, or is it ten times the prize money for all the prizes?" Someone asked.

"It's all the bonuses, the first place prize, up to nine billion, the second place three billion, and the third place 1.5 billion." The young man replied.

The whole room was silent for a moment.