Ji Tianming didn't dare to answer. He felt numb all over after listening to it. It was difficult to describe his feelings in words.
"What do you think of this idea? If you continue to open up, you can earn much more than 500 billion?" Mu Qianyu asked next.
"Master, you are really humbled by your talents as an emperor. If you do business, you will definitely be more successful than Mr. Luo." Ji Tianming's eyes lit up after he was numb.
What a great business model!
"I also think it's not too late for me to take back the negotiation conditions?" Mu Qianyu was thinking about the possibility of this matter.
Ji Tianming shook his big head like a drum: "Master, Master, calm down, that is the Holy Son of the Holy Land. If we do this, the Holy Land will fight for us."
"We still can't defeat the Holy Land." Mu Qianyu touched his chin and explained the facts.
Ji Tianming nodded again and again: "Yes, we can't win, it's too dangerous."
"Then wait until we can win before doing this business." Mu Qianyu looked at Ji Tianming and asked, "How about it?"
Ji Tianming fell into thinking again, and after a moment he said: "Did Master say that the Holy Land can be suppressed?"
"how?"
"Okay, of course that's good. You can vent your anger and make money at the same time. That's great." Ji Tianming agreed with both hands and feet.
Mu Qianyu suddenly had a new goal, which was to suppress the Holy Land, auction the body of the Holy Son, and make money repeatedly for the same person. It was not very satisfying.
Liao Tianyuan and Shengdi never imagined that they would be subjected to such a calculation. They would probably tremble with rage if they knew about it.
That night, Mu Qianyu and Ji Tianming drank some wine. Ji Tianming drank well, but Mu Qianyu became confused after three drinks.
Naturally, this kind of dinner is indispensable for Feng Xiyu. Feng Xiyu looked at Mu Qianyu, who was holding a wine bottle with a red face, and turned to ask Ji Tianming: "Is your master such a bad drinker?"
Ji Tianming immediately made a gesture to silence Feng Xiyu, but Mu Qianyu had already heard it.
"Who is a bad drinker? Little girl, you are looking down on people if you say you are a bad drinker." Mu Qianyu's hand was put on Feng Xiyu's shoulder at some point, "Come on, keep drinking. Don't get drunk today."
You are not allowed to leave the table.”
Before Feng Xiyu could think of how to answer, she saw Mu Qianyu drinking from the wine bottle. She looked at Ji Tianming for help. How could she persuade him?
Ji Tianming covered his face with his fat hands, usually he couldn't be persuaded at this time.
So that night, Mu Qianyu was helped back to the room by Liu Xiner and Tuoba Yao. They both lay down and were still mumbling: "Drink, we have money, let's drink freely."
Liu Xiner and Tuoba Yao were helpless. They washed up, covered her with a quilt and left.
"Xiao Yeye, go to sleep." Mu Qianyu turned over and fell asleep holding a pillow.
Now she is just waiting for the ransom to be paid, and her life is relaxed and comfortable.
Liao Tianyuan was very pessimistic, because after Yuan Zhong knew that the Holy Land was about to redeem people, he changed from one beating a day to one in the morning and one in the afternoon.
If he doesn't fight, he won't be able to fight. He hasn't vented his anger yet.
Liao Tianyuan was tortured unspeakably, "If I can win against you once, how can you hold such a grudge?!"
"I'm not someone who can't afford to lose. I just feel uncomfortable being beaten by you. Moreover, you dare to kidnap our little girl. She belongs to me. If you kidnap her, you are slapping me in the face. Can I tolerate you?
?" Yuan Zhong said, punching and kicking him.
"You can't kill me today. I will definitely kill Dashang in the future and cut you and Mu Qianyu into pieces." Liao Tianyuan simply said harsh words.
"You have a lot of ideas. After I suffered a loss once, will I suffer a second time? Next time we meet, I will definitely beat you up and make your face bloom." Yuan Zhong snorted disdainfully.
Liao Tianyuan was beaten even more severely today. He has called out to the people of the Holy Land countless times in his heart. Although 500 billion is not a small amount, it will not hurt the Holy Land.
Mu Qianyu thought he was a big talker, but in fact he had no understanding of the Holy Land's heritage. Would a Holy Land that had inherited several civilizations be frightened by such a small amount of money?
Mu Qianyu soon realized that he was short, because just five days later, the Holy Land sent a hundred storage rings, containing no more, no less, a total of 500 billion spiritual stones.
I have to say that this is really a huge amount of wealth. One hundred storage rings are needed, and each ring is full of them. Together they can be piled up to form a big mountain.
When Mu Qianyu opened his mouth, he felt that he had made a lot of money. He had picked up an artifact and Golden Crow Essence Fire for nothing, and he still wanted so much money.
She was not happy at all after getting the money. Did she really not expect that the Holy Land could be such a monster, and that it would be so easy to come up with so much liquid capital?
What kind of behemoth is this holy land?
"Emperor, can you return the Holy Son?" Liu Changyuan pushed the big box containing the ring on the table and asked.
Yes, even a small brocade box like a storage ring cannot fit in it. You can imagine how many 500 billion spiritual stones there are.
Mu Qianyu is very tempted to go back on her words now. She thinks that Liao Tianyuan's delicate features are suitable for doing business, but she is a once-emperor after all, so she cannot be capricious and lose her credibility.
"Okay, ask Yuan Zhong to bring them out." Mu Qianyu looked at a secret guard on the side.
In front of the door, dozens of Holy Land disciples heard that the Holy Son was about to appear, and immediately stood in two rows, preparing to line up to welcome the Holy Son.
Mu Qianyu raised her eyebrows slightly. Liao Tianyun's reputation was not small. Sooner or later, she would catch him again and sell him. It was perfect for someone with such a good status to go out and get beaten.
Liu Changyuan and Elder Li looked at each other with expressions of relief. Before they came, they were mentally prepared for Mu Qianyu to renege on his promise, but they did not expect that Mu Qianyu would keep his word and let him go so simply.
But the smiles of the people in the Holy Land completely froze the moment they saw Liao Tianyuan. What happened? Is this person in front of me the Holy Son?
The man in front of him who was pulled by Yuan Zhong with a rope was unkempt, his hair was disheveled, his white clothes were full of dust, and his whole body lacked any sparkle or vitality.
This image is no different from a beggar on the street. How could he be their holy son?
Their holy son has a temperament like that of a banished immortal, gentle and elegant, with a noble air.
But when Liao Tianyuan raised his head, they were sure that they were right. This was really the Holy Son, he was just beaten with a black nose and a swollen face.
Liao Tianyuan was followed by four maids he brought with him.
The maids were also helpless. They had just changed the clothes of the Holy Son in the morning, but just now Yuan Zhong beat him again and took him away.
It's like this.
"Holy... Holy Son..." Liu Changyuan's voice had already stuttered.