Chapter 233 Aren’t You Here to See Me? (25)
Wang Jiu was reading the news while Lin Yuan was planning the "Soul of Heaven" Proof Competition.
The trial was almost coming to an end, and other lecturers had already achieved some results and wrote down their experiences.
[We are currently conducting trials in the Puppet Sect. The disciples have improved some applications of the puppet mecha. We have reached a cooperation with Shennong Valley. The preliminary calculation shows that we can make a profit of 1,100 spirit stones this month. Here are the experience and experience, click to view. ]
[Although Baicaomen is a small sect, the medicinal herbs in it are of high medicinal value, but the transportation is inconvenient. The disciples built a road nearby so that it can lead to the outside world. The preliminary calculation shows that we can make a profit of 1,500 spirit stones this month. ]
[Baichuanmen is on the sea, where fisheries are abundant, but sales are not good. The disciples improved the freezing technique, so that the catch here can be preserved for a longer time and taste better. The preliminary calculation shows that we can make a profit of 2,100 spirit stones this month. ]
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Wang Jiu suddenly sighed after reading the experience carefully.
Li Zimo, who was standing by, put down his pen and asked with concern, "Wang Jiu, what's wrong?"
"I feel a little depressed after reading other people's experience in the trial. This trial is a trial of Wanfa Sect, and the main criterion is spirit stones, which is used to verify the ability of disciples to connect theory with practice. Now others have gained something, but Danqing Sect... Alas."
Li Zimo drank tea and knew what Wang Jiu was worried about.
The disciples who went to other small sects have already started to practice, and quickly analyzed the characteristics of the local sects, and then made a layout based on these characteristics, and then made money.
The profit amount will be calculated by the cultivators of Jingxin Sect, and the spirit stones that the corresponding sect should get every month will be deducted during the calculation. The subsequent growth is the result of the efforts of the disciples of Wanfa Sect.
Because of the divine light of Jingxin Sect, this data source is very accurate, and there is no need to worry about the possibility of fraud.
At present, the minimum is about 700 spirit stones, and the maximum has reached 3,100, with an average of 1,000 spirit stones, which is a very good result.
From this result, the disciples of Wanfa Sect this year are indeed very excellent.
But after coming here, Lin Yuan and others who were supposed to report progress and propose solutions every day seemed to have forgotten about this matter and were mysterious every day.
During the trial, the instructor would only help the disciples deal with problems, not propose solutions, nor interfere with their plans, which led to Wang Jiu not knowing what these disciples were doing these days.
Seeing Wang Jiu's sad face, Li Zimo said: "If you really don't trust them, just use the magic of Jingxin Sect to take a look."
"No, rules are rules, you can't just check them casually." Wang Jiu sighed, "But I still want to know what they are doing."
After taking another sip of tea, Li Zimo felt that Wang Jiu was quite twisted.
But he was also very curious about what Lin Yuan and others were doing, wondering if they were holding back something.
But the more important question recently is that Fangwai hasn't released a new game for a long time. Has the other party forgotten me?
Thinking of this, Li Zimo also sighed and became melancholy.
Just as the two sighed, Mo Chi suddenly came in from outside and said in surprise: "Everyone, the immortal master of Qiming Sect suddenly wants to come to discuss cooperation with me. Do you know what's going on?"
"Is it an investment?" Li Zimo said puzzledly, "Qiming Sect is a very rich sect, but hasn't it always been indifferent to us before? Why do they suddenly want to cooperate?"
Mo Chi looked at the letter in his hand puzzledly: "I don't know. They suddenly wrote to me today and said they want to come to discuss the competition."
Wang Jiu was also puzzled: "Competition? What are Qiming Sect and Danqing Sect competing in? Who draws the best dice?"
"I don't know, but the other party will be here soon, let's receive them."
Taking the letter from Mo Chi, Wang Jiu found that the letter was an official letter, indicating that the other party attached great importance to this negotiation.
And the other party's wording was very polite, even with some flattery and humility, which surprised Wang Jiu.
After all, Li Zimo told him that the Qiming Sect next door was very rich, and the disciples might step on a spiritual stone mine if they stumbled, and might encounter an ancient cave when they went out to relax.
Moreover, there were many gambling houses within the Qiming Sect, and behind each gambling house was the Qiming Sect, with an astronomical annual income, and it was a well-known and upright taxpayer.
But they didn't care much about anything other than gambling. Mo Chi tried to get sponsorship from the other party several times, but unfortunately he returned empty-handed every time.
After the three of them discussed to no avail, they could only clean up the environment here first, so that the sect hall could be cleaner and more comfortable, and then began to wait quietly for the immortal master of the Qiming Sect.
An hour later, a huge dice flew up from the direction of the Qiming Sect, and after landing, it smashed a thick dust.
Seeing this dice, Wang Jiu had a new understanding of the richness of the Qiming Sect.
The entire dice was made of spiritual stones, and the green appearance exuded the light of money. It was rare to find such a huge spiritual stone.
Besides the points, each side of the dice also has a large number of complex luck charms, each of which is designed by a skilled craftsman, making the entire dice look like a work of art.
Seeing this dice, Mo Chi's eyes were wide open.
After carefully admiring it for a long time, he murmured to himself: "Beautiful, so beautiful."
"Old Mo really knows how to appreciate! Others say that our magic tools are too nouveau riche, it must be because they don't know how to appreciate them."
One side of the dice was opened, and a middle-aged man played with the jade dice in his hand and walked down from inside.
Compared with the dice that looked like works of art, the middle-aged man's clothes were a bit vulgar.
He was not tall, his face was full of fat, and he was wearing a red and black robe, which was also full of lucky charms.
Looking back at the open side of the dice, he clapped his hands excitedly, and then said to the two foundation-building monks next to him: "I said that the open side is six, if you don't believe it, give me money."
Taking ten spirit stones from the two sighing people, the man bowed and said: "My surname is Qian, my name is Kuan, I am the immortal master of Qimingmen, I have met the head of Danqingmen, I have met Li Xianshi, and I have met Wang Jiu."
Mo Chi and others also immediately saluted, and then invited the other party into the hall.
Qian Kuan was smiling all the way, but he was obviously stunned after seeing the hall.
After sitting down, he looked around and continued with a smile: "Danqing Sect is very frugal. They have made so much money, but the sect's main hall is still so simple. However, the main hall is the face of a sect, so it is better to plan it carefully. If you don't mind, we have our own engineers in Qiming Sect, who can help you build it."
"Master Qian is joking." Mo Chi smiled bitterly and poured a cup of tea for him. "We in Danqing Sect are very poor. We are almost out of money to buy famous paintings. Where can we get the money to build the main hall?"
"Hmm?"
"Hmm?"
The two looked at each other in confusion for a moment, and then Qian Kuan asked in confusion: "Um, Master Mo, let me ask, is "Soul of Heaven" made by your Danqing Sect?"
"I know that game, but it has nothing to do with our Danqing Sect."
"Then who is Qingke?"
"Then who is that?"
Just when the group was confused about the situation, Shuyun riding Ding Dazhuang rushed in and shouted anxiously: "Sorry, I wrote the wrong address! Sorry, we are Qingke, Master Qian, you must have waited for a long time."
Looking at the two people rushing in, Mo Chi was numb.
So, didn't you come to find me?