Chapter Eighty-Eight: Money
"Money, fame, power, beauty, aren't you tempted?"
In his eyes, no normal person in this world can escape the temptation of seven emotions and six desires.
But Guan Yun's unhesitant answer shattered his self-confidence.
"Sorry, not interested."
"What?"
Seeing that Guan Yun turned around and was about to leave, Manager Ao hurriedly spoke out to stop this treasure in his eyes.
"Please think about it, I have been working in the Fighting Soul Arena for nearly twenty years, please trust my vision, your fighting style is destined to become a big star in the Fighting Soul Arena."
"And ......"
Big star? The corners of Guan Yun's mouth grinned unconsciously, some of them were full of ridicule, and they were regarded as monkeys.
"I said I wasn't interested in ......"
"But if you don't mind, if you have a chance, we can cooperate and share benefits."
A sly glint flashed in Guan Yun's eyes, and Tang San was immediately alerted to the fact that this little deflated calf was afraid that he had some bad ideas.
"Cooperation?"
Director Ao was stunned, what kind of cooperation method? Before he could ask in detail, Guan Yun had already walked a long way.
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It's greasy. Tang San's eyes narrowed, in his cognition, Guan Yun was a person who could not afford to be profitable, what could he plan if he cooperated with Manager Ao? It can only be money.
Wait a minute?! He forgot a very important point, if the Yaxin Fighting Arena and the Soto Fighting Arena actually have gambling handicaps, then how much money has Guan Yun saved over the years? Ten thousand? Lakh?
He hurriedly pulled the corner of Guan Yun's clothes, dragged him to the back of the line, and asked in a low voice.
"What do you want so much money for! Don't tell me you used to make a bed to sleep! ”
"Huh?"
Guan Yun blinked his eyes, feeling uncomfortable for some reason, since Tang San knew that he was a big money, his income had stopped growing.
"How can I have so much money, isn't it almost all spent?"
"Smack!"
A slap hit the back of Guan Yun's head, are you really at the level of an idiot in Tang San's arithmetic?
"Believe it or not, I'm going to go to the dean for help now, and ask him to calculate with me how much money a person who has won more than a thousand matches in the Fighting Soul Arena can have?"
"What the hell are you keeping all that money for?!"
I can't help Tang San not be in a hurry, it's not a big problem for a money fan to like money, but a madman who dreams of destroying the world has actually accumulated a huge fortune?! You see who in this world can get a good night's sleep.
“……”
"Army."
There was silence after staring at each other for a while, and the heaviest Guan Yun still fell under Tang San's magic pupil, there was no way, who told him to owe him.
"The army?"
Where is the army? The former guards of the Guan family? It shouldn't be, the Guan family is so broken, where is there still anyone to follow.
Tang San was a little confused, when he looked at Guan Yun again, he found that he was subconsciously dodging, wouldn't he?! Tang San suddenly reacted to Guan Yun's meaning.
"You're crazy! Why do you have nothing to do with forming an army?! ”
"You can't expect me to slaughter that guy alone, can you? There are so many lackeys under his hands, I have to find myself some solid bargaining chips. ”
Guan Yun spread his hands and made it look like he was also forced to be helpless, but Tang San didn't believe it, if it was a simple revenge, he could just lift that guy and run away.
Just imagine, Dai Mubai can be called the most talented person in the Star Dou Royal Family in the past three hundred years, so when he is the same age today, he may be far inferior to Dai Mubai in terms of combat level.
As long as Guan Yun reaches the same level, he can achieve the level of instant killing, what is the use of so many ordinary people in a battle at least the Contra level? Cannon fodder?
Unless he wants to completely overthrow the rule of the Dai family, or even take a long-term view!
Tang San understood.
No wonder he asked himself to improve the crossbow arrows, Tang San's back was frightened into a cold sweat, he had thought that Guan Yun was planning to bring the crossbow arrows to the Douluo Continent through preaching, but he was wrong, he was wrong from the beginning, he ignored an important data.
What is the number of ordinary people on this continent? Ninety percent is a huge percentage, and that's just the number of soulless people.
What is the status of ordinary people on the mainland? To put it simply, as long as you have money, you can buy a strong male slave for twenty gold coins.
Just imagine, 100,000 people, 100,000 crossbows, and 100,000 magic arrows will be distributed at the same time, what kind of scene will it be? Black clouds are pressing down on the city? Or am I going to kill all the flowers?
Tang San shuddered involuntarily, he hadn't seen a god, he didn't know if a god could stop it, but he believed that all creatures that still belonged to the human series were blank paper under such attacks.
Enough money, enough resources, enough manpower.
Unconsciously, Guan Yun had already laid a very solid foundation for his path, and if he was allowed to cultivate his sin armor again, his ambition to revolutionize the world would be regarded as a flame.
"Okay, Sun Thief, you've done a lot of things under my nose over the years."
I can't help but Tang San not get angry.
What's the matter? He had been trying his best to change Guan Yun's mind for so many years, and the result? He didn't go at the same pace as himself at all, and directly skipped the ideological education process and began to prepare.
"Hey...... Hey. ”
Scratching his head, Guan Yun smiled awkwardly.
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"Third brother, is there something wrong with you calling me out?"
Looking at Ning Rongrong who was trotting over, Tang San felt that he was in a trance, and he was about to bow to money.
Should I say it or not, since the incident happened when Guan Yun was in a coma last time, Ning Rongrong began to gradually integrate into the group, especially with the two girls, but his legs were exhausted......
"I've thought about what you said last time."
"Really?"
Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly grabbed Tang San's arm with both hands, as if he was afraid that he would regret it.
Tang San took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.
"But I have one condition."
"The price you gave last time was too low, I need to increase the price."
"And I don't take a deposit, I just need to pay in full, even if I sell the drawings to you."
Tang San had actually already made a calculation, the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect of the auxiliary system should be the sect with the most embarrassing status in the upper three sects.
A hidden weapon that is enough to provide self-preservation power is of unimaginable value to Qibao Liuli, even if it is a sale of manufacturing drawings, it is not a loss, after all, when the shriveled calf sets off a storm, I am afraid that the drawings he gave will not be so valuable.
The most important thing is that he needs money, it should be said that Guan Yun needs money, although he does not support Guan Yun's ideas, but as his only best friend, he has to support his actions.