"No, no, we'd never do that..." one of the shopkeepers present said, his voice trembling.
"Good. If His Holiness the Pope's wedding goes well, you'll be rewarded," Huang Batian said mildly. "Plenty of people will come to Spirit City this time, so you won't lack for business. Set your prices and make your money however you like; Spirit Hall won't interfere. And if anyone causes trouble, Spirit Hall won't let them off lightly."
"Heavenly Tyrant Douluo, we only run small businesses and make a little money. Could you ask your grandson to limit how many snacks, dried fruits, and pastries he buys this month?" one shopkeeper asked, head lowered and fingers twisting the hem of his robe.
"That's fine, but only for this month. Once His Holiness the Pope is married, business goes back to normal." Huang Batian agreed readily.
"One month is all we ask. We wouldn't dare ask for more..." Several other shopkeepers who sold snacks, dried fruits, and pastries answered at once.
"Any other requests? If not, I'll take your menus to His Holiness the Pope for a decision," Huang Batian said.
"No, nothing else..."
Huang Batian rose, placed the menus they had written into a box, and left the private room.
At the Body Academy.
"Elder Huang, all the academy needs now are its perimeter walls, greenery, and roads. Do you have any further instructions?" asked Fang Lin, the construction supervisor.
Huang Tieyi took the plans and studied them closely. After a moment's thought, he said, "Let me see how the place looks as a whole first. Then I'll answer you." He handed the plans back to Fang Lin and flew up to survey the Body Academy. After looking over the teaching buildings, dormitories, dining hall, library, training ground, and simulated environments, he landed.
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