Chapter 143

Fang Qingyan suddenly showed a kind smile and said to him, "Burton, I don't know if you have ever heard of a saying: wealth can be found in danger. Don't forget that my other identity is a compiler. This Although this business is risky, the benefits are very attractive!”

Burton's expression changed, his eyes flickering.

It was only after he calmed down that he realized what he was doing.

No wonder the matter of inviting Fang Qingyan to join the club took a turn for the better. He had refused to move even if he was alive before, but now he agreed...it turned out to be a big hole for him!

He was very hesitant in his heart.

Covering the wanted criminals of the Protoss is a capital crime.

But Fang Qingyan's words moved him very much.

A man is not rich without windfall, and a horse is not fat without night grass.

Fang Qingyan is Burton's hope for being transferred back to the headquarters and even becoming a senior executive.

so……

He's weighing the pros and cons.

Can't make up my mind yet.

Fang Qingyan saw his troubled expression, so he took something out of his backpack expressionlessly.

Boom!

A brilliant spear with purple light overflowing was thrown in front of Burton.

"Since you can't make up your mind, then... what about adding this?"

Fang Qingyan looked at him calmly.

Burton looked dull, looking at the sharp gun on the ground dullly, feeling like his breathing had stopped.

His hands were trembling violently as he carefully picked up the gun and immediately took a breath of air.

"You...you are not a master of compilation, but you have become a master?!"

Burton exclaimed, looking at Fang Qingyan in disbelief, waiting for his answer.

Fang Qingyan nodded lightly: "Is a master editor enough for the World Chamber of Commerce to take this risk?"

Burton's heart was pounding.

His expression suddenly turned serious, and he said sternly: "Absolutely enough!".

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"But I can't make the decision in this matter."

Burton said respectfully, "Please wait here for a while, I will go to the headquarters to ask for instructions."

Hear the words.

Fang Qingyan raised his eyebrows, twirled the small tea cup with his slender fingers, and said calmly: "Then you have to hurry up, the gods will find out about this soon, and you won't be able to give me a definite answer by then. Then our deal is void."

He can't put all his eggs in one basket.

If the World Chamber of Commerce is afraid of the Gods and dare not protect Fang Qingyan, then he has other plans.

Still the same sentence.

If he wants to leave, Fang Qingyan can leave at any time, and the God Clan cannot keep him.

The problem is, staying to kill Fitch requires a hiding place.

World Chamber of Commerce is a good choice.

But it's just one of the choices.

…

Crunch——

Burton pushed open the door and left the private room.

He took a few steps forward, and his breathing gradually became heavier. He could no longer suppress the excitement and excitement in his heart, and his whole body began to tremble.

Grandmaster!

Grandmaster!

Mr. Fang is a master of editing!

He is not a genius who is expected to be a master, because he is a master himself.

The World Chamber of Commerce has a huge business, with tens of billions of internal members, and almost monopolizes the commercial trade in the God's Domain. The seven major gods have also obtained endless wealth from the Chamber of Commerce.

This is an unimaginably huge business empire!

But even so, there are only seven grandmasters in the entire chamber of commerce!

One can imagine what it means to be a master of compilation.

Even if Fang Qingyan is a wanted "evil god", even if he is really caught by the Gods.

But as long as he reveals his identity as the master of editing, even the gods are reluctant to kill him directly.

The greater possibility is to imprison Fang Qingyan and force him to compile the double secret artifact.

It takes ten days and a half to produce a double mystical artifact.

And the price of a double-mysterious artifact starts at 100 million!

One year is the income of tens of billions of divine crystals.

100 billion in ten years;

Hundreds of billions;

A thousand years have passed!

What the hell...who would be willing to kill a grandmaster?

The most important thing is that all the secret masters in the entire Divine Realm were trained from scratch by the big forces.

This training process requires countless resources, and the cost of investment is so huge that even the gods feel heartache.

And those masters who are trained need to spend their entire lives working to cultivate their own forces in order to repay their kindness.

Just picked up a "wild" Grandmaster?

Tsk tsk, I would never dare to do this in my dream!

But it is true.

Burton really encountered a "wild" one.

"Hoo~ho~ho~"

He took three deep breaths in a row.

Then he gradually calmed down.

"Wealth is found in danger. If I can save Mr. Fang, I will soar into the sky and become a master; if I can't keep it, I will die!"

Burton muttered to himself, his eyes gradually becoming extremely determined.

He went straight downstairs.

He came to a wall on the first floor and gently placed his hand on a vase beside it.

Buzz!

The light lit up and the seal was released.

The smooth wall split in the middle and slid to both sides, revealing a closed secret room.

In the empty secret room, there is only one thing.

It was a crystal ball with blue light, just suspended in mid-air, motionless.

Burton did not hesitate at all. The Gods were still searching for Fang Qingyan, and they had to race against time at this time.

He quickly walked in and closed the door to the secret room.

Before coming to the crystal ball.

There was light in his hands (cgca).

Wake it up.

Buzz!

The surface of the crystal ball trembled like water, and blue light bloomed.

Immediately, a voice came out——

"Branch No. **, the person in charge, Burton Boone, has been identified. I am correspondent Zhuoni. I would like to say hello to you on behalf of the headquarters. How can I help you?"

"I have something very important and I need to contact the Great Elder. Please help me contact him."

Burton said solemnly.

As soon as these words came out, the person opposite the crystal ball fell silent.

It took three seconds to realize what this guy was talking about.

"You don't have enough authority. You can only contact up to seven elders."

"But I really have something important to do."

Burton said quickly, "The elders can't make the decision!"

"This is a rule, please don't embarrass me!"

The other party's voice suddenly turned cold.

Burton sighed and could only nod helplessly: "Then...help me contact the person in charge of the Eros plane, Elder Heyman."

"Please wait."

…

Not long after.

The image of an old man appeared in the crystal ball, and a majestic and deep voice came——

"I'm Heyman, tell me, what's the matter?"

Burton took a deep breath and went straight to the point: "Elder Heyman, the matter is urgent, so I won't beat around the bush. There is a compiler who is wanted by the Gods and wants to defect to the Chamber of Commerce to seek our asylum."

"Master of Compilation?" Elder Heiman frowned, and then shook his head without thinking, "No! It's not worth taking the risk. Although a Master of Compilation is very precious, protecting him will do more harm than good. It's not worth it. After all, the Gods are still the realm of the gods. We cannot easily offend the master.”

Burton quickly explained: "Not a master, but a grandmaster!"

"What? Grandmaster?!!"

Elder Heiman looked horrified, his eyes horrified, "Are you crazy or am I crazy? Where did you pick up the Grandmaster? He couldn't have defected from the Eros Protoss, right? Tell me his name and appearance, I'll check it out."

Burton smiled bitterly and said: "I'm not from the God Clan. I know it's a bit crazy to say this...Mr. Fang is indeed a 'wild' master of editing."

"That's really... hell!"

Elder Heyman could not accept this result.

Damn it.

Is there such a creature as "Wild Master" still existing in this world?

"Elder, please make up your mind quickly. He is with me now. The gods are hunting him all over the city. Time is really tight. This is a grandmaster, a walking treasury! How can our Chamber of Commerce miss it?"

Burton's voice was anxious.

If the Chamber of Commerce dares not accept Fang Qingyan, his bright future will be gone.

Elder Heiman was silent for a long time.

Finally he sighed: "I can't make the decision on this matter. Wait for me for a while, and I'll ask the Great Elder for instructions... I'm afraid that the Great Elder can't make the decision either, so I have to ask the President for instructions."

"Hopefully some soon!"

Burton shouted.