"Is your Mr.
Fu here?"
On the morning of the third day, two people came to the inn in the town.
They glanced at the two Fu Ji people guarding the door of the inn and called for Fu Luer by name.
The two people were already past middle age, and they had extraordinary bearings.
At first glance, they were not ordinary people.
The people guarding the door of the inn were not surprised at all.
As the news spread that the new martial arts competition was going to start here, too many people came to see their young master.
As of today, there are no less than fifty people.
And they are all people named by the Eighteen Layers Mountain, and there are many leaders of sects among them.
Liang Baitian, who happened to be pretending to be Fu Luer, was in the inn.
After the gatekeeper asked Liang Baitian for instructions, he was directly brought into the inn lobby.
The lobby has already been transformed and has become a luxurious reception hall.
There are even several young women responsible for serving tea and water to visitors.
The woman was also invited from the town on the spot.
What Meng Fan and Liang Baitian did did indeed bring a lot of job opportunities to the town.
"Two distinguished guests, please take a seat."
Liang Baitian asked them to take their seats with a smile.
Then he looked at them and asked, "I haven't asked you yet."
"Zong Rongyuan of the Nanwu Sect."
One of them introduced himself first, then pointed to the companion sitting next to him and said, "This is the elder of the Nanwu Sect's supervisor, Elder Fan Yangguanfan."
"Oh" Liang Baitian immediately put on an expression of great honor on his face and said with cupped hands, "It turns out they are two elders of the Nanwu sect.
I have heard their names from my father, and I am lucky enough to meet them today."
"Fu Lu'er, who allowed you to fool around at the foot of the Nanwu sect?"
Elder Fan was too lazy to listen to Liang Baitian's politeness.
He stretched out his hand and patted the handle of the chair.
"Look, do you have the permission of the Nanwu sect to do these nonsense?"
Look what you've done here."
Liang Baitian rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "I bought the land a few days ago.
Everything is in compliance with the formal procedures.
It's like opening a shop in a town.
Does it need the consent of our Nanwu faction?"
The implication is that the land is mine and I can do with it whatever I like.
"Fu Lu'er, Elder Fan is responsible for the internal and external affairs of the sect, especially the external affairs."
Elder Zong explained with a cold face, "You have made this town a mess.
You should ask Elder Fan for instructions."
While the elder Zong was speaking, Liang Baitian waved to a maid and served tea.
Elder Fan unceremoniously picked up the tea and took a sip, and said impatiently: "If you, Fu Ji, don't run the bank properly, what kind of competition for the new martial arts evaluation list is not the business you should do?
Where is your father, Fu An Tai?"
As the largest bank in the Eighteenth Layer Mountain, Fuji has close interests with almost every sect, not to mention the Nanwu Sect.
Elder Fan and Fu Luer's father, Fu Antai, have known each other for a long time.
It was precisely because of this that he did not send anyone to directly blast Fu Luer away from the town.
And he had heard before he came that Fu Luer did these things in the town to win Zhou Yutong's favor, which was similar to the way Fenghuo played with the princes and made beautiful people smile.
It's not ridiculous.
In addition, Fu Luer was involved in the martial arts evaluation list, which makes it even more ridiculous.
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"My father is busy with other important matters.
This matter is handled by my nephew.
It is also the first time for such a major event.
It is inevitable that there will be some omissions.
Please forgive me for uncle Fan."
Liang Baitian still has a way of observing words and expressions. , even if I didn’t know that Elder Fan and Fu Antai knew each other before, I knew now, and his tone became particularly cordial.
Then he took out two red envelopes from his arms and handed them to the two elders of Fan Zong: "It's a little trivial and not respectful."
He has solved a lot of troubles in this way.
With his status, the red envelopes given out are definitely not small, and few people can refuse them.
"Hey, your way of doing things is really far behind your father's."
Elder Fan didn't even glance at the red envelope.
He pointed in a direction and said, "Hurry up and tear down those shabby things you built, and then remove all the Man, fortunately, the head of Gongye has been in retreat.
If he knew about this, he would not be as easy to talk to as this elder."
"This is almost completed, and the news has been released.
If Fu Ji is really demolished, the losses will be huge.
I can't explain it to my father."
Liang Baitian looked anxious and personally added some tea to Elder Fan.
"Uncle Fan, if you could tell me a few words about what I want to do, I would actually consider the Nanwu Sect."
While these matters were being discussed in the lobby, Meng Fan was actually listening upstairs.
But he didn't pay attention to the content of the conversation.
Instead, he used dream magic to carefully observe whether there was something wrong with Zong and Fan.
With the help of Xiaomeng and Xiaomengxin's blood thread, he sensed that there was something wrong with Elder Fan.
But Zong Rongyuan has no problem.
In the past, it was difficult for him to sense this.
After all, the blood and soul silk used by the fake leader came from the top-grade Ten Evil Boss, and its quality was extremely extraordinary.
He was relieved that Zong Rongyuan had no problem, because the other party knew too many things about him.
"Hurry up and say it," Elder Fan said with a cold face, "If you can't give a reliable reason, then do as I say."
"Okay."
Liang Baitian nodded, and then he talked about his plan in a clear-cut manner.
The more he talked about it, the more he became more and more involved.
At the end of the story, he lowered his voice and said: "The Nanwu sect enjoys absolute privileges.
Not only do the disciples do not need to buy tickets to watch the battle, but they also get huge discounts on the elixirs refined by Ziyang Xiaogong here.
In particular, they can also ask Fan Laodan for help.
Wang directly customized the elixirs, and each of the ten arenas will be hung with the banner of the Nawu Sect to make the Nawu Sect famous.
There is no need to sponsor Fuji for a penny, and this is not the end of it."
Liang Baitian glanced at Elder Fan's face: "Fuji's profits from this can be divided into 10% with the Nanwu Sect."
Elder Fan listened with his eyes closed at first, then became slightly moved and opened his eyes, but did not speak.
Liang Baitian quietly raised the corners of his lips, dispersed the people in the lobby, and lowered his voice: "You can also divide an extra 10%, and the extra 10% is for Uncle Fan and Uncle Zong.
Yes, my nephew will never tell anyone."
Elder Fan glanced at Fu Lu'er and chuckled: "Thirty percent, if it's too little, I won't be able to explain it to the head of Gongye."
Liang Baitian became embarrassed.
He hesitated for a long time and took out a small notebook to write and draw for a while.
Then he gritted his teeth and said: "Three makes 30%, but there must be no more.
No more nephews will be real."
It’s all work in vain.”
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"Haha."
Elder Fan stood up holding the handle of the chair, "Nephew, what you did is actually of great benefit to me, Shibazhong Mountain.
It's just that it's your first time to do such a big thing, and there are indeed too many things you didn't consider. , you should learn more from your father in the future."
"Yes, yes" Liang Baitian accepted the lesson with an open mind.
It was at this time that a voice suddenly sounded in Fu Luer's heart: "Brother Liang, let them promise us something":