Chapter 530 This is not a problem that money can solve
In a guest room of Xinfadi Jingrui Hotel, Su Chunfeng sat on a single sofa with her legs crossed, drinking a cold drink with a leisurely expression, while watching the news program on TV boredly. There was a faint but constant sound from the bathroom.
The sound of running water means that Wang Haifei is taking a shower inside.
The phone rang. Su Chunfeng picked up the phone placed on the round table, looked at the caller ID, then pressed the answer button and put it to her ear, smiling and saying: "Hello, Senior Pei."
"Chunfeng, I'm so sorry. There have been a lot of things lately, so I couldn't go as invited tonight."
"It's okay." Su Chunfeng smiled and said politely, without saying anything. This was not an apology to him at all. It was the dinner arranged by Zhang Lifei. However, Su Chunfeng knew very well that with Pei Jia's mind and social experience, even if it was intentional,
I would like to do this with Su Chunfeng a few more times
It is a kind of private dinner together to enhance friendship. However, if you have to participate in an occasion where elders are present, it will seem artificial and counterproductive. After all, the two of them are warlocks, and their communication cannot be the same as that of ordinary people. Although they are both in daily life
I am used to being an ordinary person.
After a brief chat, just when Pei Jia was about to say goodbye, Su Chunfeng suddenly thought of something and said: "By the way, Senior Sister, the new Capital College Student Warlock Association will be officially established after the summer vacation, and the president will be...
Are you interested?"
Pei Jia, who was on the other end of the phone, was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "No matter what, it's not my turn to be interested, right?"
"I think you can do it."
"You are recognized as the first choice person. Do you really not want to sit in that position?"
"Yes."
After hesitating for a few seconds, Pei Jia said: "If possible, of course I am willing to fight for it, but I think my chance of winning is still very low, so there is no need to humiliate myself, and to be honest,
If you hadn't mentioned it today, I really hadn't thought about it, so...Chunfeng, how could you have thought of asking me if I was interested?"
These words made Su Chunfeng feel confident, and he said: "Senior sister, as long as you want to stand up and compete for this position, then I will definitely support you fully."
"Where's Bai Xingyong?"
"He definitely wants to compete for this position, so I can't guarantee that I can bring him over to support you, but I will try..." Su Chunfeng changed the subject and said, "For the time being, it needs to be kept secret."
Pei Jia smiled and said: "Because of Lu Weiyang?"
"People of the Ming Dynasty don't speak secretly." Su Chunfeng said: "Yes, in my mind, anyone can sit in that position, but he, Lu Weiyang, can't."
"Then it's settled."
"It's a deal."
"Okay, bye."
"Good night."
Su Chunfeng hung up the line, put his cell phone on the table with a calm expression, closed his eyes and rested his mind - except for him, any young student warlock in Beijing would be interested in the position of president of the newly established College Student Warlock Association in Beijing.
It is impossible not to be tempted, even those in the world
The elders of some sects who have children studying in the capital will pay special attention to this. Su Chunfeng can be sure that during this summer vacation, the news of the integration and establishment of the college warlock associations from various places will spread, and there will be many overt and covert fights and negotiations in the world.
Winning over etc.
Everyone knows that sitting on the throne of the president of the College Student Warlock Association, which is divided into provincial-level regions, is equivalent to recognizing the outstanding status of that student warlock among the younger generation of rising figures in the world.
It is of immeasurable benefit to the development of Jianghu and society.
And the capital...
It is an even more eye-catching place.
Being able to become the first president of the Beijing College Student Warlock Association will leave a mark in history!
Wrapped in a bath towel, Wang Haifei wiped her long hair and walked out of the bathroom. Her white straight and slender legs, her slim figure wrapped in a bath towel, her bare and smooth shoulders, her long neck, her charming figure.
Her face, still dripping with water, and her long black hair being rubbed with a white towel and hands, made her look even more like a hibiscus under the soft light, delicate and graceful, graceful and graceful, with an indescribable charm.
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Seeing Su Chunfeng closing her eyes and concentrating, Wang Haifei thought it was because after the matters of Wantong Logistics were settled these days, Su Chunfeng, who had always been relaxed on the surface but was actually under great pressure, finally felt a little tired, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
He said in a loud voice: "Chunfeng, I've finished washing. Go take a bath and rest early."
"No, there's no rush." Su Chunfeng opened her eyes and saw Wang Haifei's delicate face. He couldn't help but raise his arms to gently take her into his arms, sit on his lap, and then lean his cheek against the fragrant plump breasts.
In his arms, he narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You said, some people ask me to do something, should I help, or not?"
"I, I don't know what it is." Wang Haifei put the towel on the round table, held Su Chunfeng's head, put her chin on the top of his head, and rubbed it gently.
Su Chunfeng said: "Do you still remember Nian Yihua?"
"he?"
"And his master..."
"According to your temperament, if such a person asks for something, you should refuse without hesitation, but now you are hesitant, so... just help him once?" Wang Haifei narrowed her eyes, enjoying sitting on Su Chunfeng's lap like this.
On his lap, leaning in his arms, he asked for advice so trustingly, and then suddenly sat upright in fright, held Su Chunfeng's cheeks with both hands, and asked in a panic: "Yes, it's your circle of warlocks."
What’s going on here?”
Su Chunfeng blinked.
Wang Haifei said with a grimace and a pleading tone: "Leave it alone, okay?" She knew that Su Chunfeng had probably already made a decision in her heart, so she was worried.
"Listen to you."
"Yes." Wang Haifei nodded firmly, although she couldn't bear it.
The cell phone on the round table rang. Wang Haifei reached out with a gentle expression to help him take the cell phone and handed it to him. Su Chunfeng looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Chu Zhuoyan calling.
With a slight sigh, Su Chunfeng took the phone, pressed the answer button, and put it to his ear.
Wang Haifei stood up and sat on another single sofa next to the round table, looking at Su Chunfeng expectantly.
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In a high-end apartment building near Wangjing, Chu Zhuoyan stood quietly in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window with a cup of coffee, looking at the dimly lit night scene outside, with unconcealable worry in his deep eyes, and in his heart
He lamented that the vast Qimen Jianghu in the mainland was so difficult for people who were not familiar with it to integrate into it. This reminded him of the term "seclusion", and he immediately smiled to himself.
It has been almost three years since Chu Zhuoyan left Hong Kong.
He knew that this day would come sooner or later, so after coming to the capital with Zhan Youping to develop, he has been trying to get in touch with well-known figures and sects in the Qimen Jianghu, not seeking to quickly integrate into the Jianghu, but to be able to
Get to know three or five friends, so that one day enemies come looking for you, and you can have people from the world of Qi Men stand up to support you. Don't expect your friends to help, as long as you have an attitude, it will be enough.
In fact, from a practical point of view, China's Qimen Jianghu has withered for a hundred years due to the country's chronic abuses and wars in the past century. It has fallen far behind the global reputation of magic circles in other countries. Many famous sects that were once brilliant
, compared with the major magic families and sects in the world, there is a huge gap in overall strength. However, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Chu Zhuoyan is very clear about the complex and majestic magic in this country with a long history.
The rivers and lakes in the door are filled with countless things.
With so little power, any warlock who underestimates this arena is undoubtedly foolish - this arena has been filled with overt and covert struggles, conspiracies, and bloody disputes throughout its history... At the same time, this arena has always had xenophobic sentiments.
They are wary of and naturally hostile to the outside world, as well as naturally arrogant and disdainful because they regard themselves as orthodox and authentic. They rarely recognize true friendship with external forces. At best, they only use external forces.
However, this vast sea of Qimen rivers and lakes looks like a mass of scattered sand. Once an external force shows hostility and threatens the traditional bottom line that has been passed down for thousands of years in this rivers and lakes, then the entire rivers and lakes will be transformed in a very short period of time.
Time is twisted into a rope, bursting out frightening combat power, eliminating any threats from the outside.
This is the foundation on which Qimen Jianghu has been able to rise and fall for thousands of years.
What Chu Zhuoyan initially wanted to rely on, to rely on to save his life, was this giant tree that, although it seemed haggard and had only just become green, was still towering.
Unfortunately, he knew too little about this world and it was difficult for him to integrate into it in such a short period of time.
Of course, this is not entirely to blame for his poor social skills, but Qimen Jianghu is in an era of recent revival and prosperity. Although various sects and even the sorcerers who practice casual cultivating are constantly extending olive branches to everyone, but for
There is no convincing and understandable origin, let alone a warlock who came from Hong Kong. People in the world will inevitably be wary - what on earth does this guy want to do?
Therefore, although Chu Zhuoyan made friends with several warlocks in the Qimen Jianghu, they could only be regarded as chance encounters, and there was really no one who could be called a friend.
The only one I have is an old friend...
He was also killed by Su Chunfeng, and he gave Su Chunfeng a nest in one go, including his master and apprentice. Even he, Chu Zhuoyan, was beaten to death and had to obediently offer his blood oath and became Su Chunfeng's
Blood slave.
Thinking of this, Chu Zhuoyan looked up, closed his eyes and sighed.
sorrow.
The study door was pushed open, and the tall Zhan Youping strode in. When he saw Chu Zhuoyan standing in front of the window with his eyes closed, he frowned slightly and said with a little dissatisfaction and worry: "Zhuo Yan, how are you?"
Chu Zhuoyan shook his head.
Zhan Youping said angrily: "How much does he want?"
"Money?" Chu Zhuoyan snorted coldly and said: "Mr. Zhan, do you still think that spending money can solve any problem? Then why don't we just spend money on the other party so that the other party will no longer seek revenge?"
Zhan Youping was too lazy to argue with Chu Zhuoyan on the concept of money first, and waved his hands, feeling a little impatient - he was indeed frightened during this period, and he really didn't have the patience to continue to bear this kind of waiting for life to come to an end.
The horrific suffering. Zhan Youping said
: "Zhuo Yan, didn't you say that although warlocks seem to be better than Buddhists and Taoists in metaphysics, the gap is actually huge. One is born in the world and the other is born in the world? Okay, then let's spend money to hire Taoists and eminent monks! Or, let's
All moved to the temple and Taoist temple to live for a while."
"Can you hide for a while? Can you hide for a lifetime?" Chu Zhuoyan shook his head with a wry smile and said: "Exalted people who practice Taoism outside the world have cut off the three emotions and view the world of mortals calmly. If there is no chaos, even if it occasionally appears in the world,
People in the mountain sect in troubled times will not pay attention to the turmoil in this world. Besides, you and I are ordinary people, a... trivial matter?"
Zhan Youping sighed again and again.
He is already at the age where he is about to know his destiny. After working hard in the entertainment industry for many years, how can he be the kind of person who has no self-cultivation?
It's just a matter of life and death. No matter who it is, it would be difficult to calm down.
After being silent for a while, Chu Zhuoyan said: "Let me call him again."
"Okay, okay, just tell him how much he wants..."
Chu Zhuoyan did not look at Zhan Youping. He took out his mobile phone and hesitated for a few seconds before he found Su Chunfeng's mobile phone number and pressed the dial button.