Cook Ding's True Interpretation (4,000 words; please vote with your monthly tickets)

The sun and moon alternated, and time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed since Chang San brought his men to smash up Galaxy Pictures.

The good news was that Li Xiuwen could finally practice in peace. No one dared come looking for trouble.

The bad news was that without anyone causing trouble, he couldn't earn any extra Tongbao for guarding the place.

While waiting for Twelfth Madam to make her move, Li Xiuwen went to the First Floor of Hesheng Tu.

An old man sat there watching over a blackboard, his eyes narrowed as he dozed.

Li Xiuwen looked at the board. It listed tasks Hesheng Tu had posted for its members over the past few days.

[Star Nightclub needs a Straw Sandal to guard the premises. Fixed Cut: 2,000 per month. Must remain on-site...]

[Brother Kun practices Hard Qigong and needs a lad who understands it to strike him for conditioning. Pay: 1,000 per month for the trouble...]

[Martial Hall seeks a martial arts instructor to train new recruits. Cut: 2,000 per month, with an additional bonus if any promising talents emerge...]

"The money's decent, but there's no Tongbao to earn."

After reading through them, Li Xiuwen marveled at just how valuable a Flood Dragon Great Elixir was.

An ordinary Straw Sandal could work diligently for two or three years and still not earn enough for a single pill.

Of course, if everyone could get a Flood Dragon Great Elixir, Flood Dragon Muscle cultivators—even Tiger Elephant Experts—wouldn't be worth much.

With enough people, plenty of lucky ones would survive the Medicine Poison and succeed in their Gate Initiation.

As Li Xiuwen was leaving, a Club member came over with a pen and added a new task to the blackboard.

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