radicalducati Chapter 638 Is that all you're asking for?
Chapter 638 Is that all you're asking for?
Chapter 638 Is that all you're asking for?
"Xuanzi, step aside! I'm here to find that foxy brat!" Du Busi showed no courtesy to Elder Xuan.
"Looking for my student? Get lost, I won't see him." Elder Xuan waved his hand dismissively.
A thick vein bulged on Du Busi's forehead as he took a step forward and then unleashed a punch.
"You're asking for trouble!"
Elder Xuan snorted coldly and reached out to catch Poison Undying's fist.
"Old poisoner, looking for another beating?"
"You dare to challenge me? I didn't come here for you! Get out of my way!" Poison Undying suddenly exerted his strength, and a loud bang erupted at the point where his fist and palm met, breaking free from Elder Xuan's grip.
Just as Elder Xuan was about to draw the Gluttonous Bone, Ye Nanxiao stepped between the two and said, "Hey! Senior Douluo in his true form, are you here to discuss a deal with the Tang Sect? This way, please, distinguished guest!"
Poison Undying snorted, "Exactly!"
"Yuanzi! Come and make some tea! We have a distinguished guest!" Ye Nanxiao pushed aside Elder Xuan and called out to Shen Ciyuan.
A moment later, Du Busi sat on a small stone stool, balancing a teacup on his fingertip. He swirled the tea slightly, then downed the tea in one gulp. He glanced smugly at Elder Xuan and said, "Xuanzi, you slovenly old man actually have such a well-mannered disciple? You've really struck gold!"
Shen Ciyuan held a teapot bigger than his own face and kept pouring tea for Du Busi, muttering to himself, "How come this old man acts like he's never had tea before?"
Long Aotian sat down next to Du Busi and said, "I said before that I would place a large order with the Tang Clan. We'll take anything that the Tang Clan can make."
"That's right! I want all the soul tools from your Tang Clan!" Du Busi chimed in.
"Did you take some poison this morning, you old poison-wielding creature? Your breath is so strong!" Old Xuan leaned back slightly and waved his hand in front of his nose.
Poison Undying has a bad temper, especially when he sees Elder Xuan, he's almost always on the verge of exploding.
"Do you think I'm like a stingy old man like you?"
"Hmph, with a brain the size of an almond like yours?"
"Heng! Your brain, soaked in alcohol?"
Long Aotian and Ye Nanxiao silently drank their tea, moving a little further apart.
"Brother Long, how did you convince the original form of Douluo?" Ye Nanxiao asked curiously.
Poison-ineffective's reaction now is vastly different from before.
Long Aotian smiled slightly and said, "My master has foresight."
"Really?" Ye Nanxiao thought, "So Long Aotian has already managed to persuade the internal opinions of the Body Sect?"
The fact that Poison Cannot Die came here is a good example of this.
"My master said that as long as we get all these weapons, even if we don't use them ourselves, no one else will," Long Aotian said with a bright smile.
If we buy all the guns, others won't be able to buy them, which indirectly weakens the opponent's strength.
Ye Nanxiao choked on a mouthful of tea and then sprayed it all over Shen Ciyuan's face.
"Is this really the idea you came up with?" Ye Nanxiao asked in surprise.
What brilliant idea came up with this?
Oh, it's a method that the members of the Body Sect came up with through collective discussion.
That's fine.
Long Aotian watched the changes in Ye Nanxiao's expression, his smile growing brighter and his eyes filled with profound meaning.
Ye Nanxiao paused for a moment, then quickly realized something was wrong.
Although the Body Sect is a group of barbarians, there are quite a few intelligent people among them, such as the big-headed man and the duo with the Qilin arm who tried to kidnap Huo Yuhao last time.
Every sect has at least a few highly intelligent individuals; otherwise, the Body Sect wouldn't be able to remain so carefree and swagger around, sending out missions and causing chaos everywhere, even after being blacklisted by the entire continent.
"You're using this as an excuse to persuade the Body Douluo to buy a batch of soul tools. Whether he uses them or not, I'm afraid he won't care, right?"
"Then this batch of soul tools will fall into your hands. As the young sect leader, it will be easy for you to use some of the sect's reserves."
Long Aotian nodded slightly, "As expected of a top student from Shrek Academy, you thought of it right away."
That's right. Once Poison Undying buys a batch of soul tools, he can send them back to the sect and then decide how to distribute them.
"Alright, confirm the order, and then pay a 30% deposit." Ye Nanxiao took out a notebook, wrote down an order, and handed it to Long Aotian.
Long Aotian took it, glanced at it, nodded, and took out a storage ring from his pocket. "This is the deposit. Someone will meet you when it's delivered to the square."
"Young Sect Master, it's a pleasure doing business with you. If you're satisfied with the quality of the soul tools, feel free to order again. I'll give you a 10% discount next time."
Long Aotian was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and scolded, "You shrewd businessman, is this the only chance you'll give me to use your connections?"
"No, no, Princess Vina also used your face, so you've used this discount twice," Ye Nanxiao said, shaking his head.
"Let's move on to the next order. Vina asked me to purchase the soul tools needed by the royal family, but they might have some unusual requirements," Long Aotian said somewhat awkwardly.
"Strange, what kind of requirements?" Ye Nanxiao raised an eyebrow.
"How unusual is it?"
It's nothing more than weapon modification requirements, or in short, custom-made. Ye Nanxiao has seen outrageous requests like putting an eight-times scope on a pistol, so what could possibly be difficult for this genius mechanic?
Are we going to modify a shotgun into a railgun? Or equip a pistol with a 10x scope?
"They want something more elegant; they don't really like those simple, crude, black designs..." Long Aotian said, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"A little more refined?" Ye Nanxiao had a bad feeling.
"Nanxiao, take a look for yourself." Long Aotian took out a bamboo tube from his storage soul tool and placed it on the table.
Ye Nanxiao took it and poured out what was inside: a roll of drawing paper with a picture of a stunningly beautiful woman on it.
"They want to inscribe the contents of the scroll onto their soul tools and decorate them to reflect their royal status," Long Aotian said with a sigh.
Immediately afterwards, Long Aotian stared intently at Ye Nanxiao, fearing that Ye Nanxiao might explode and cancel the cooperation.
After all, for a Soul Master, these demands are nothing short of an insult.
It's truly unfair to label one's own masterpiece with the trivial pleasures of these literati.
Long Aotian had no choice, after all, it was already difficult for Vina to persuade the Heavenly Soul Royal Family to fund the purchase of soul tools.
Time ticked by, and Long Aotian kept his eyes fixed on Ye Nanxiao, his right leg tense, ready to get up at any moment to stop Ye Nanxiao from flipping the table.
Ye Nanxiao suddenly frowned, put the painting in his hand on the table, and looked up at Long Aotian.
Looking at Ye Nanxiao's serious yet cold face, Long Aotian's heart skipped a beat.
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"Brother Ye! I didn't mean to tease you!"
"Is that all you're asking for?"
Long Aotian racked his brains to come up with a reason, but suddenly froze.
"Is that all you ask for?" Ye Nanxiao asked, his tone even slightly excited.
"Yes, yes." Long Aotian nodded blankly.
"Alright, but I won't engrave it on every batch of soul tools. At most, I'll just get one per batch." Ye Nanxiao carefully examined the woman in the painting. She was beautiful, but unfortunately, her children were mostly not getting enough to eat.
"You agreed!?" Long Aotian asked excitedly.
He was prepared for the purchase of this batch of soul tools to fail, because losing even one batch of soul tools would significantly reduce the number of people he could train.
"Hey, is that all the requirements? I've seen much more complicated and difficult ones!" Ye Nanxiao said with a smile. It seems that the education provided by the Heavenly Soul Royal Family still has some effect. Their requirements are relatively conservative, much more so than those of the Mingdu Royal Family.
The peculiar hobbies of the nobles in the capital alone are enough to shatter the worldview of the entire continent.
After all, it would be hard for people here to come up with an unusual use for a miniature version of a low-power stun gun.
"Alright! Nanxiao! Thank you for your concession!" Long Aotian reached out and grasped Ye Nanxiao's hands, his expression exceptionally sincere.
In his understanding, Ye Nanxiao had actually wronged himself in order to save face and for the future of the Tang Sect. What soul master could bear such humiliation!
Ye Nanxiao looked at Long Aotian with some confusion. It's just drawing a two-dimensional character on a gun, right? What's there to compromise or sacrifice for?
He used to sell wooden figurines.
As the two shook hands, the two old men who were playing Euler next to them also got tired of it.
"Old Poison Master, it seems you're also retiring from the stage of the times. Is this all to pave the way for your disciple?" Elder Xuan took out a chicken leg to replenish his energy.
Poisonous Undying spat fiercely and cursed, "Even if you die, I will not disappear from the continent! I will lead the Body Sect to once again reach the pinnacle of the continent! And trample your Shrek Academy under my feet!"
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, please continue." Elder Xuan nodded in agreement, even taking out some melon seeds.
"Damn it! Xuanzi!" When Du Busi saw Guazi, he realized that Elder Xuan regarded him as a gossip.
"Believe it or not, I'll leave you and that fox brat here!" Poisonous Undying was so angry that his face turned green, and his body gradually grew stronger.
Old Xuan slowly took out his wine flask and took a sip. The powerful gust of wind generated by the burst of Poison Undying's aura messed up his hair.
"If you dare, then try it, and I'll smash your Body Sect to pieces!" Elder Xuan chuckled, a cold glint in his eyes.
The rising momentum of Poison Undying suddenly stopped. "Your senses are still sharp, Xuanzi."
"I don't believe you just happened to be passing by. You've been looking for me for days!"
"Not bad, old poisoner. I didn't expect the Heavenly Soul Royal Family to be willing to entertain a madman like you. The price they paid must have been quite high, right?" Elder Xuan swayed as he got up and dusted himself off.
"Hmph! It's their good fortune to have my protection!" Poison Undying would naturally not admit it.
"Stubborn to the end?" Xuan Laoshu made an international friendly gesture.
"Stop being stubborn. You'd better start thinking about moving to a different place, or one day when I'm drunk and want to beat someone up, I'll just come and squat here and wait for you."
The only response to Elder Xuan's words was still Poison Undying's cold snort.
He planned to have a few people make a commotion later, so that Elder Xuan would mistakenly believe that he had really moved his base, when in fact his main camp was still in Tiandou City.
Seeing the provocative expression on Poison Undying's face, an idea suddenly popped into Elder Xuan's mind.
"Hehe, old poisoner, since you've been so supportive of the Tang Clan, how about I share half a piece of information about a major power with you for free?" Elder Xuan rubbed his messy hair, his expression calm.
"You think you're that kind? Or even halfway? Trying to trick me on purpose? No way!" Poisonous Immortal shook his head and turned to walk away.
"That old bastard Jing Hongchen's fortune was seized by Xu Tianran, and now it belongs to Xu Tianran. Jing Hongchen can no longer interfere with Mingde Hall!"
"Can you really tolerate this?"
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