Allocation of Profits
Half an hour later,
Soft clouds drifted slowly across the sky, and the main building of the Wanxiang East City appeared exceptionally quiet.
A valuable Red Thorn Wood sits quietly beside the open-air wall.
On one side was the Wanxiang Sect Master, his fingers trembling slightly.
On the other side, a handsome young man appeared relaxed and content.
After signing his name with special paper and ink, the Wanxiang Sect Master stood up and looked at the young man bathed in sunlight:
"Young master, is this alright?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan slowly withdrew his gaze from the scenery outside the city, picked up the toilet paper, glanced at it, and chuckled:
"Of course, we hope your clan will fulfill its obligations as agreed."
The Wanxiang Sect Master had a gloomy expression, nodded slightly, and then said:
"Now that the contract has been signed, I wonder when the Prime Minister's Estate will be able to withdraw its troops?"
Xu Yuan shook his head, looked at him without saying anything.
Upon hearing this, the Wanxiang Sect Master fell silent, sighed, and bowed respectfully.
"Then this old man will take his leave."
"Take care, and don't bother seeing me off."
Sitting on the main city tower,
Xu Yuan watched calmly as the old man turned into a black dot and gradually disappeared from sight, then casually tossed the toilet paper onto the table in front of him.
As the paper slowly drifted down, the cascading sunlight shone upon the scattered fragments of blood on the city wall.
The war is over.
Although it lasted less than an hour, and although the elite troops of the Myriad Wanxiang Sect never actually made a move, the war was over.
A sect is not a country. Once its gates are destroyed, there is no way it can simply move to another place and rise again.
The Wanxiang Sect dares not gamble on this.
The Wanxiang Sect Master's trip is called "keeping an appointment," or to put it bluntly, "Coming to sign a humiliating treaty."
The paper fell to the table and was picked up by a slender hand.
Wearing a brocade robe, Lou Ji held the contract and watched the departing figure of the Wanxiang Sect Master, asking softly:
"It's over?"
Xu Yuan was already used to the other party's elusive nature, and smiled slightly:
"I guess so. Anyway, I won't withdraw my troops until everything is delivered."
Lou Ji sat down opposite Xu Yuan while looking at the details on the paper, her voice tinged with surprise:
"A one-time payment of 35 million in cash?"
Leaning back in his chair, Xu Yuan said with a hint of helplessness:
"At first, I thought the Myriad Wanxiang Sect could only come up with around 20 million at most. It seems I really underestimated the financial strength of these thousand-year-old sects. But killing the goose that lays the golden eggs is a quick way to make money, especially when it comes to killing someone else's goose."
Lou Ji sighed:
"My Black Scale Guard couldn't earn this much even if they worked themselves to death all year."
Xu Yuan smiled upon hearing this:
"The Black Scale Guard are not meant to create or produce wealth. Besides, don't you still have the Sword Speech Pavilion and Whisper Pavilion and the Wind Listening Pavilion, sister?"
The world's largest assassin organization and intelligence broker.
Lou Ji's eyes held a hint of sorrow:
"These two places only make a small amount of money."
As he spoke,
Lou Ji counted on her fingers like a little woman. "Changtian, the Black Scale Guard need money to pull strings, money to get people released, money to plant informants, money to bribe, and money for the cultivation resources of their subordinates."
"... Is it really that expensive?" Xu Yuan's lips twitched as he interrupted Lou Ji's complaint.
Lou Ji nodded, her tone somewhat indignant:
"But Hua Hong won't give me the money, and that brat Xu Changge is completely unreasonable; he wants the horse to run but won't feed it."
Xu Yuan was somewhat surprised.
Logically speaking, an organization like the Black Scale Guard should be one of the most important core organizations in the Prime Minister's Estate, so there's no reason why the old man wouldn't allocate funds for it.
Across from her, Lou Ji's beautiful eyes curved into a smile. She leaned forward slightly, placing her wicked form directly on the table, and whispered:
"Changtian, how about we make a deal?"
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Xu Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression turned serious, and he leaned forward slightly.
"Sister, you say it."
Lou Ji lowered her body again, a smile appearing in her beautiful eyes, her voice slow and gentle:
"Let's change 90 million to this number."
As she spoke, she drew an eight on the Red Thorn Wood table with her slender index finger.
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Sitting up straight, Xu Yuan coughed lightly:
Am I that kind of person?
Before the words were finished, the fragrance arrived first.
Lou Ji suddenly appeared beside Xu Yuan, sat sideways on the armrest, and gently shook Xu Yuan's shoulder:
"Changtian, your older sister has always doted on you the most since you were little. She even damaged her own health because of your constitution before. Please help your older sister this time."
"Stop."
Xu Yuan hesitated slightly, then rubbed his temples:
"It's hard to hide."
Lou Ji smiled casually, affectionately hugging Xu Yuan's head, her voice soft but suggestive:
"Xu Yinhe dared to send me here, so he must know I'm capable. Your father's bottom line should be around 70 million. Help your sister this once?"
Despite his obstructed vision in his left eye and the pressure distorting his cheek, Xu Yuan remained unmoved, even rolling his eyes.
"Then should I just report 70 million?"
Lou Ji blinked and said with a smile:
"That seems to work too~"
"But,
"There's something I need to explain to Zong Qingsheng and Hua Hong."
As he spoke,
Lou Ji pointed to Yuan Hao below the city wall, who was sighing and nervously wringing his hands, glancing up at the city wall every now and then.
Zong Qingsheng is the leader of the Black Scale Army and Yuan Hao's direct superior.
Upon hearing this,
Xu Yuan was taken aback, and subconsciously looked up to look into Lou Ji's eyes, but both his gaze and movement were obstructed. He coughed lightly.
"Is Father's bottom line 70 million?"
Lou Ji sat sideways on the armrest, crossed her legs, and spoke softly, like a fox:
"Sister, I never said that!"
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Xu Yuan remained silent, glancing in the direction of the Imperial Capital.
This old man wasn't just observing his external methods.
It also allowed him to become familiar with these high-ranking officials.
The first time, coordinating the interests of subordinates,
The first time, it won people's hearts.
If Lou Ji hadn't deliberately reminded him, he really wouldn't have thought of this.
certainly,
Even if he doesn't understand it now, he will understand it later—when other high-ranking officials send people to find him one after another.
However, the bottom line of 70 million should be considered as Lou Ji directly leaking the question to him.
After a moment's hesitation, Xu Yuan tapped the table:
"Then let's just report 70 million."
"Changtian." Lou Ji prepared to kill Xu Yuan directly with her chest.
"Etc."
Xu Yuan called out to her, Lou Ji stopped what she was doing. Xu Yuan took a deep breath and said softly:
"I can give you fifteen million taels."
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Lou Ji was visibly stunned for a moment upon hearing this.
She was just joking; she never expected to receive tens of millions.
After all, besides her Black Scale Guard, all the other forces in the Prime Minister's Estate were keeping an eye on her.
If Changtian offers too much, she might not accept it.
It is a major taboo to show favoritism or bias towards someone because of a relationship.
Thinking of this, Lou Ji slowly sat up straight.
Xu Yuan then looked over.
Lou Ji's interest was piqued by his usual expression. Her beautiful eyes curved into a smile, and she lifted his chin with her slender index finger, her breath sweet Ru Lan.
"Changtian, you're so generous, is there anything your older sister can do for you?"
There's another chapter coming up, but twenty minutes later I still haven't finished writing.