Chen Chen looked at Liu He strangely. Liu He's current state gave him a strange feeling that if he didn't sign the contract, Liu He would die in the next second.
Liu He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and looked at the contract in his hand, feeling excited in his heart.
He hurriedly rolled it up and stuffed it into a golden bamboo tube, and solemnly handed it to the waiting men.
He stared intently at his subordinates who hid the golden bamboo tube in the shuttle hawk's legs, released the shuttle hawk, and then completely relaxed. He sat down on the ground and gasped for air.
"Huh? Shopkeeper Liu?" Ling Chen was startled by Liu He's reaction and hurriedly stepped forward, but had no intention of helping him. After all, he was too oily.
"I'm fine! It's fine!" Liu He was startled and quickly got up with difficulty, even turning around in a normal circle to show that he was really fine.
You must know that because of this contract, he didn't sleep all night, and even ate only three bowls of rice in the morning before rushing over.
It turns out that the message was delivered yesterday using ordinary bamboo tubes, and the result of doing so was...
He was scolded by his immediate superior for two hours, which almost caused him to have skin cramps.
The reply from the headquarters used the message delivered by the shuttle eagle king who was usually reluctant to use it, and used the highest standard gold cylinder.
Just one sentence above, everything is based on the satisfaction of one party in the morning, there is no lower limit, if it fails, the whole clan will be destroyed.
You can imagine how much suffering Liu He went through last night, and finally gritted his teeth and wrote a 30-70 split, and was even prepared to continue adding more if he was not satisfied in the early morning.
You know, even if other sects are also big forces, the maximum they can get from the same contract is only four or six, and it is not pure profit, and they will not allow free access to the account books.
As a result, the net profit of Jubaolou and Qingcheng is 30-70%. Jubaolou sells master chairs at a loss of almost one, which is a discount to Qingcheng.
For example, if a master chair sells for twenty cents, and the material and labor costs are ten cents, then the net profit will be ten cents, and the share will be three cents for Jubaolou and seven cents for the early morning.
It looks like Jubaolou is still making money, right? But what about the cost of shipping? What if it is damaged during transportation? This is all real money.
If these costs are added, the selling price will be higher and the compensation will be greater. After all, transportation costs have been excluded since ancient times and are not included in the cost.
"Ah, by the way, Master Sanzong, this is for you." Liu He suddenly remembered something and pulled out a palm-sized jade plaque from the crack at his waist.
"This is..." Ling Chen reached out to take it, looked at the jade plaque in his hand and asked.
The jade plaque is all milky white and feels warm to the touch. On the front is the character "ling" and on the back is the inscription of a tall building. The tall building was dyed gold with an unknown dye.
"This is the highest-grade token of our Jubaolou. With this token, you can request any service at any Jubaolou branch in the world, completely free of charge, and get your dividends." Liu He flattered He rubbed his hands and explained.
"Not only that, you can take whatever you want in the store, there is no limit, and you can empty the store if you want."
"We can also provide you with military help. After all, we still have a lot of guests employed in Jubao Tower.
As long as you have this token, no matter who the other party is, you will be safe. Of course, if you mess with the free world, there is nothing you can do. "Liu He chuckled and made a little joke.
"What? If you mess with Xiaoyao Realm, the token will be useless?" Ling Chen asked curiously.
"That's not true. It is useful. Theoretically speaking, the power of this token is second only to that of the Big Boss. But unless you are in the city where the headquarters is located, it will be too late to save you, right?" Liu He quickly explained.
"We at Jubao Pavilion have arranged for high-level guests to sit in each city, ranging from the land realm to the sky realm. However, only some major cities have masters of Wanxiang and Tianxing realm."
Hearing this, Chen Qingchen nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that this treasure gathering building was really a big business. It could be said that there were many masters gathered there, and there were even Xiaoyao Realm working for them.
"I wonder how many of you are in the Xiaoyao Realm in your treasure gathering building?" Ling Chen asked.
"How many of them!? You old man... do you think that kind of existence is cabbage?" Liu He exclaimed, and then asked in a low voice as if he was afraid of being heard.
"Our boss of Jubao Tower is from Xiaoyao Realm, and there is also a guest from Xiaoyao Realm, but no one has seen him at all." Liu He explained in a low voice.
"How many people in the free world are there in the world?" Chen Chen's curiosity was aroused and he continued to ask.
"Well...it's really hard to say. After all, one of the top ten forces is apparently in charge of the Xiaoyao Realm. There is one from the Barbarian tribe, two each from Jingguo and Liangguo. But no one knows whether there are any hidden ones." Liu He scratched his head and whispered.
"That's right..." Chen Ling nodded, and there was some truth to that.
After all, his master, Old Monk Wude, was from the Xiaoyao Realm, so he must not have been included. Moreover, Wanfo Temple probably thought that Old Monk Wude was dead a long time ago, otherwise how could they not come to look for him?
In the same way, the life span of Xiaoyao Realm is at least 800 years. It is very easy to hide in seclusion and live in seclusion. In the eight hundred years of a Xiaoyao Realm's existence, even if it is based on the probability, a Xiaoyao Realm will not be born, right?
Even if the probability is low and the breakthrough is difficult, one or two free realms can be created by stacking time.
The fifteen Xiaoyaojing people in the world may be the weakest in the world, and there may be hundreds of Xiaoyaojing people hidden secretly.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help shivering in the early morning. The outside world is really dangerous. What should I do if I suddenly don't want to go down the mountain?
"Master Three Burials? What's wrong with you?" Liu He asked hurriedly after seeing the trembling in the morning.
"It's okay, I'm okay, you go ahead and do your work." Chen Chen explained, turned around and walked towards the room where the old monk Wude was.
"Uh... Okay." Liu He was a little confused. No matter how smart he was, he couldn't imagine that his thinking could be so divergent in the early morning, so he had to turn around and go to the site to supervise the work.
Anyway, what needs to be done has been done and the contract has been signed. Only the renovation of this small temple remains unfinished.
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"Master!" He shouted in the early hours of the morning before he even entered the door.
"I'm not deaf yet, so you don't have to be so loud." Old monk Wude complained helplessly at the dinner table.
"Master, how many realms of freedom are there in the world?" Ling Chen asked quickly.
After all, it’s better to ask anyone than to ask about the real happy state, isn’t it? Others may not know it, but those who are also in the happy realm definitely know it.
"Xiaoyaojing? Why do you ask this?" Old monk Wude was a little strange.
After all, as long as you don't kill everyone in the early morning, you won't offend Xiaoyaojing. Even if you stand on the street in the early morning and name Xiaoyaojing, people will not bother to pay attention to you.
And it's a little too early for me to ask this in the early morning of this weak chicken.
"Just tell me~" Lingchen took advantage of his young age and grabbed old monk Wude's arm and shook him coquettishly.
"Hey, okay, okay, master, can't you tell me?" Old monk Wude was too fed up with this trick, and he quickly agreed.
"I don't know how many masters there are now. After all, I have been living in seclusion for almost two hundred years. But at that time, there were sixty-four free realms in the world." Old monk Wude said in a surprising way.
"Ah!? So many!?" Chen Chen was a little stunned.
