readytorunbook Chapter 449: Sponsorship
Chapter 449: Sponsorship
Zhu Jiu saw everything that happened below.
Xingjun made a sound and said, "I finally understand what it means not to judge a person by his appearance."
"Bu Jinglian looks so cheerful and heroic, but I didn't expect her to be much more cunning than the cunning Mo Rangchen."
Zhu Jiu agreed deeply, glanced at someone and added: "Just like some people, they look smart and intelligent, but in fact they are not even human beings."
The fact that Zhu Jiu could complain about it so many times shows that she is really resentful.
The Star Lord urged, "What's the point of just sulking? Others won't know you're angry. Give him a taste of his own medicine. If a dog bites you, bite it back. Let him know who is the dog king!"
"..." Zhu Jiu clenched his fists hard and said harshly, "If you do this again, I will never play with you again!"
Xingjun was shocked: "How dare you!"
Zhu Jiu sneered, Xingjun's expression flickered, and he changed the subject, "By the way, who do you think reported the case?"
"It's late."
Zhu Jiu leaned sideways and leaned more comfortably. It was worthy of being the VIP seat. It was different. It would be better if the two male succubi were also there.
Xingjun was not surprised to hear Meng Huwan's name.
He could see it more or less.
If a person knows the cause and effect of a matter so well but chooses to conceal it, then it will be too late.
After violating the rules, the first-place building will be charged 30%.
"The world of cultivation is really a cannibalistic world! Not only Mo Rangchen was eaten, but all the people who placed bets were also ripped off!"
"Bu Jinglian made double the money, and Meng Huwan just saw an opportunity and took advantage of it to make a fortune."
Xing Jun was a little sour, "Damn it, this is another lesson that you can't judge a person by his appearance! Seeing how simple and friendly he is, I thought he was a people's entrepreneur who would wear a pair of straw sandals for ten years and would not bear to throw them away!"
Zhu Jiu didn't think Meng Huwan was a philanthropist at all. That woman was a very thoughtful person.
"But why did she report it to the police?" Xing Jun felt it was unnecessary.
Zhu Jiu glanced at Meng Huwan and Wen Chaoxi who were talking privately behind a barrier. The former had a gentle smile on her face, while the latter looked uneasy.
"Shuai Guo said that both of them were true disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect. They were ranked below Lou Yeyu, Meng Huwan was second, and Wen Chaoxi was third."
"Wen Chaoxi has a righteous personality and doesn't like to fight for power. He has a good relationship with Lou Yeyu, but Meng Huwan competes with Lou Yeyu for the position of clan leader."
"For various reasons, Wen Chaoxi and Meng Huwan became rivals. It is said that the last time the two appeared in public together was twenty years ago."
At this point, Zhu Jiu pursed her lips and smiled, "So, maybe she wanted to invite Wen Chaoxi to come and have a chat."
Xingjun was shocked: "?"
"It's not necessary, are you making such a fuss just for this?"
Zhu Jiu smiled: "Who knows."
……
At the same time, Meng Huwan and Wen Chaoxi were here.
"You are really boring." Wen Chaoxi thought of the letter he received today, and said to Meng Huwan with a cold face.
She didn't even want to talk about that piece of letter.
It was pink, painted with morning glow, and tied with tasseled butterflies using a ribbon woven from natural silk.
As soon as you open it, a dream scene of spring flowers and butterflies appears before your eyes.
The characters are in redundant and complicated cursive script, and a single dot can form a heart.
At first glance, I thought it was a love letter, but it was actually a complaint.
She was really convinced and knew who did it without having to think.
There is no clue about Meng Huwan, but the guess is correct.
Meng Huwan didn't care about Wen Chaoxi's cold face at all. She raised her lips and looked at her with a smile and asked, "But you opened it. It was you, not someone else."
Wen Chaoxi: “…”
What's so fun, she asked.
She has a high level of cultivation, so isn't it normal that she noticed it first?
Wen Chaoxi didn't want to argue with her anymore, so he looked at her coldly and sternly.
"You knew that Chizha Jiaomo was abnormal, but you still let the battle go on. Do you think that the No. 1 building has been too comfortable these years?"
Meng Huwan smiled without changing his expression, and sighed, "I am too comfortable. You haven't come to inspect me for a long time. You don't punish me or make me pay the spirit stones."
“I miss it.”
Her gaze, like flowing light reflecting the snow, wandered across Wen Chaoxi's face.
Eyebrows, eyes, lips and nose, and finally to the small earlobes.
Wen Chaoxi's body stiffened. At one moment he felt as if he was scratched by a feather, and at another moment he felt as if he was soaked in boiling water.
She gritted her teeth and wanted to say, "You know why I didn't come," but she didn't want to bring up the shameful past, so she simply got back to the point.
Wen Chaoxi had a blank expression on his face, and said in a businesslike manner: "For this incident, the First Floor must come up with a plan to prevent it. The Demon Sealing Seal can only be lured into destruction this once!"
She didn't dare to think about how much trouble would be caused if someone imitated her.
The reason why she strictly inspected the Diyi Minglou in the past was because she had doubts about the Doumo Casino opened by Meng Huwan.
Unfortunately, no matter how she checked, Meng Huwan was always well-behaved and admitted his mistakes fluently, but he just refused to close the door.
Wen Chaoxi was just frowning in thought when a folded book appeared in front of him.
It’s pink again, and has a butterfly book cover with a high-quality texture.
"I know I was wrong. I have already written the self-criticism and revision plan. Please review them, Sword Master." Meng Huwan said preparedly.
"In the future, the Demon Hunter Guild can send people to stay in Minglou to check the status of the Demon Seal before the demon battle begins."
It was not checked before, because for the magic cultivators, opening the magic seal was something beyond their cognition.
Now that it has happened, the relevant rules have emerged.
"..." Wen Chaoxi felt suffocated when he saw her lukewarm attitude, which was what he had expected, as if he had punched cotton.
Killing someone requires a sense of shock, what is this?
But if you ask me what's wrong with her, there's really nothing wrong.
So I could only take it roughly and flip through two pages. It was still the familiar handwritten cursive font.
Impressed.
"Snapped."
Wen Chaoxi closed it expressionlessly and threw it into the storage ring.
The dream suddenly deepened with a smile.
Wen Chaoxi was too lazy to look at her, looked away, and asked calmly: "Anything else?"
"Of course, you know I'll never let you go for nothing."
Meng Huwan handed Wen Chaoxi a storage ring and said, "The 30% of gambling money raised by the demon cultivators."
That is the part that belongs to Diyi Minglou after the violation.
Wen Chaoxi frowned, "What do you mean, bribe me?"
"How come?" Meng Huwan smiled and said, "It's the sponsorship of the First Building to the Demon Hunter Guild."
“It makes sense for merchants to invest in official organizations, right?”
It is very reasonable, but who would do this except Meng Huwan?
Moreover, the stake was only 30%. Was she just here to tease her?
The implication is that even if she knew that she was the mastermind behind it, she couldn't do anything to her?
Wen Chaoxi's eyebrows were cold, and he didn't even look at her, "No need."
Seeing her angry, Meng Huwan's eyes flashed with a sly smile, "Just kidding, the First Floor certainly won't use that little spiritual stone to insult the union."
Ke Wen Chaoxi was still unhappy about being teased with words, she pursed her lips, turned around and walked away.
"I heard that the Demon Hunters' Guild is selling demon bones. I remember you said that demon organs would not be released to the outside world unless necessary."
Meng Huwan said in a gentle and unhurried voice: "The union is short of spirit stones, and the First Floor responded to the call for donations. This is a public matter. Do you want to refuse on behalf of the union?"
Wen Chaoxi's footsteps suddenly stopped, his expression gloomy.
It's funny to say that the Demon Hunter Guild is actually short of funds.
The prices of demons on sale have dropped over the past twenty years, and ordinary people can now purchase contracted demons to increase their strength.
But the number of unions that can sell is still difficult to increase.
There was no reduction in internal staff benefits either.
This resulted in costs greater than benefits, and the union was unable to make ends meet, so it had to sell magic bones to temporarily maintain expenses.
Wen Chaoxi really needs this sponsorship.