Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1643 - 735: Team Meeting_6

Luo Jianqing’s gaze was finally focused on Fang Yu.

He frowned slightly.

"I said, I’m rebuilding the Sect, and I need the Sect Treasure Sword, this matter is non-negotiable..."

"Lord Luo!"

Chen Yunyun interrupted.

"..."

Luo Jianqing closed his mouth, assumed a listening pose, and looked at Chen Yunyun.

"Lord Luo, rebuilding the Sect requires a large sum of money. Whether it’s purchasing a site for the Sect, recruiting many disciples, or managing various factions, it all requires a massive amount of money and resources. With just the little resources allocated to you by Sui Chong Pass, it’s not enough to fill the gap, right?"

Luo Jianqing shook his head.

"Not enough."

"Even if you add the Demon Sword Blood Drying, it’s still not enough, right?"

"...not enough."

"But if... Lord Luo is willing to give up the Blood Drying Sword, I’m willing to allocate half of the toll taxes collected at Sui Chong Pass within three years to Lord Luo!"

As soon as these words were spoken, not only did Luo Jianqing’s eyes light up, but even Fatty Jia, the first on the right, stood up abruptly.

Obviously, this distribution of benefits was tempting.

Fang Yu and Ding Hui looked at Chen Yunyun in amazement.

Such a big move... such a big move indeed.

To obtain the Demon Blood, Chen Yunyun was willing to go to this extent...

"Deal."

Luo Jianqing’s words settled the matter completely.

"Lord Yun..."

Fang Yu wanted to say something, but saw Chen Yunyun smile gently and shake her head slightly, as if saying there was no need to say anything.

"I disagree!"

The Fatty Jia on the right spoke in a deep voice.

"This is Lord Jia, the chairman of Jiawu Trading Company, Lord Jia Sanmou."

Chen Yunyun first introduced Fang Yu and Ding Hui, then addressed Fatty Jia.

"Lord Jia, what I’m giving up is the subsequent revenue from Sui Chong Pass, which does not harm your interests."

"Wrong!"

Fatty Jia shook his finger with a click.

"It’s unfair, Lord Yun. This Falling Flower Sword gets extra revenue from Sui Chong Pass for three years, and what about the rest of us honest people? Aren’t we simply losing out on that revenue?"

Chen Yunyun frowned.

"Then according to Lord Jia’s opinion..."

"We also want it! If he gets the revenue for the first three years, then I want the next three years, and others can take turns, three years each, everyone gets three years, that’s fair!"

At the end, Fatty Jia slammed the table with a bang, stood up, and smiled, revealing two large gold teeth.

Chen Yunyun’s face showed some displeasure.

Luo Jianqing cast a cold glance.

And at this moment... Daoist Qing Yan spoke up.

"Fatty Jia, three years for you, three years for me, you’re emptying Sui Chong Pass."

"Wrong again! Daoist, I’m just asking for fairness. Fairness, fairness, when the world is unfair, can even the gatekeepers of Sui Chong Pass not provide fair treatment?"

Daoist Qing Yan laughed.

He slowly rose, exuding a faint blood-colored steam, and hovered slightly in mid-air.

This move alone made Fatty Jia’s face change.

His body, which had just been standing, quickly sat back down, and his arrogant smile turned amiable.

"Oh, Daoist Qing Yan, why are you so serious? I’m just saying it for fun, no need to take it seriously. Please sit, let’s make money harmoniously."

Daoist Qing Yan looked down from above, calmly watching Fatty Jia, and said lightly.

"Wen Xi may not be at Sui Chong Pass, but that doesn’t mean there’s no one behind Sui Chong Pass. I’ll let it go this time, but next time, I’ll make sure Jiawu Trading Company disappears from the map of the Da Xia Dynasty."

"I wouldn’t dare!"

Fatty Jia laughed dryly repeatedly.

"I’m just joking, why get angry? Daoist, really, can’t take a joke..."

Seeing this, Daoist Qing Yan then scattered the faint Blood Gas around him, sat back in his seat, and nodded to Chen Yunyun to indicate she could continue.

Fang Yu was utterly stunned.

This Daoist Qing Yan seemed amiable, but his words were an ultimate threat to eliminate your trade association.

Besides, judging from the attitude, Daoist Qing Yan wasn’t just making idle threats; he could actually achieve it.

Fatty Jia was almost scared out of his wits.

No wonder he’s an old friend of the gatekeeper, truly a big boss among big bosses.

Fang Yu muttered to himself, gaining a rough understanding of the current team situation.

Daoist Qing Yan needs no explanation, King of Kings, the leader of the team, a one-man decision-maker figure.

Luo Jianqing, with intentions to establish a mountain Sect, fifteen thousand Blood Volume, also a formidable character, taciturn yet mysterious, likely a man of action.

Dongfang Aotian and Fatty Jia were much weaker; both had a standard of ten thousand Blood Volume.

They were at the Heart Soul Realm Early Stage Peak in terms of strength.

One was brought by Daoist Qing Yan as a helper, exuding an aura of arrogance.

The other, an experienced and shrewd businessman with considerable strength, also knew how to manage and reckon. Who knows what this big boss was thinking, personally venturing into such a risky situation.

Could it be... their Commerce Association faced some financial issue, needing this wealth from Sui Chong Pass to fill gaps?

Fang Yu thought of the real world, where many big tycoons were heavily in debt, and figured Fatty Jia’s situation might be similar.

His gaze shifted to the last two people.

These two seemed unremarkable, just clasped hands in greeting, and that was it.

But...

[Guan Anxuan: 11312/11312.]

[Feng Yahui: 100894/100894.]

Units, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundred thousand?

Fang Yu:...

Fang Yu:?

Fang Yu:???

When I question it, hopefully you have a problem, not me!

What’s going on!

What’s going on!

Asking for help with a rescue, and you brought a demon over???

Fang Yu was dumbfounded.

He hadn’t noticed earlier, but now with introductions, he realized something was wrong!

Demon? A hundred thousand Great Demon? Spies have made their way into the house; do you know the house has been infiltrated?

Fang Yu cast a sidelong glance at Chen Yunyun beside him.

But unfortunately, this person showed no reaction whatsoever.

Seeing this, Fang Yu didn’t express anything, just reached out and grabbed Ding Hui’s wrist behind him, keeping her by his side.

"What’s up?"

Ding Hui’s confused voice echoed directly in Fang Yu’s mind.

The issue was that Fang Yu couldn’t easily answer that question.