Mu Nan suppressed the excitement in his heart and said calmly: "Let's talk."
Huang Chong spoke very concisely.
Just a few words not only explain the purpose of the visit, but also get to the point.
He plans to take advantage of Mu Nan's current popularity and arrange next month's carnival day to be held in a martial arts arena and turned into a concert.
All disciples who want to enter the venue to listen to the music must hand over a certain amount of spiritual stones before they can enter.
The specific number of spiritual stones paid depends on the location of the auditorium, from far to near, ranging from three to a hundred.
He admitted that he was confident that the martial arts arena would be full to capacity.
"It makes Uncle Master laugh. People like Uncle Master must regard spiritual stones as dirt."
Mu Nan believes that the few remaining strands on Huang Chong's head are not hair, but IQ.
The purpose of this subtle flattery is probably to lower the price!
"There is no shortage of spiritual stones...but for this thing, Junior Nephew Huang is also a monk, and he also knows that the more the better, but..."
Huang Chong is a businessman.
Smart businessman.
No need for Mu Nan to continue talking, you already knew what he was referring to.
"Uncle, don't worry. Regardless of profit or loss, I will give you five top-quality spiritual stones as a reward."
"Five top-quality spiritual stones?"
Mu Nan was a little excited. If you sing a few songs, you can get five top-quality spiritual stones!
No wonder everyone in their previous lives wanted to be a star.
Isn't it too easy to get this spiritual stone?
Easier than those blown by strong winds.
Huang Chong misunderstood, thinking that his exclamation was because there were too few, and felt a little embarrassed: "Six is the limit that my nephew can give!"
"Six?"
Also bring a price increase?
But with the experience just now, Mu Nan calmly pretended to be in deep thought.
Now, if you fight for one more, it will be like picking it up.
Huang Chong stared at his expression for a long time and found nothing unusual. He seemed to be cruel and increased the price again:
"Uncle Priest, there are at most seven, and I won't hide them. The venue for the martial arts performance, the relationship with the Law Enforcement Hall, and the support of the senior brothers behind it all have to be spoken by spiritual stones. Seven, I don't have many left. "
Mu Nan suppressed the excitement in his heart and looked a little "embarrassed":
"It's a little less, but I can make do with it. Forget it! Let's suffer a little loss, who made me a member of our Jiuyi Sect!"
Huang Chong checked his IQ and breathed a sigh of relief.
If Mu Nan still doesn't agree, the business will have to be carefully planned.
"Uncle Master, is that how this matter is settled?"
Mu Nan said: "Seven top-quality spiritual stones can last for one night at most!"
…
Huang Chong is indeed a reliable businessman.
He laid out the whole plan.
Think of all the downsides.
Mu Nan was also equipped with an extremely professional accompaniment group!
The kind who can immediately draw a musical chart as soon as he hums a tune.
Mu Nan doesn't need to worry about anything else. He only needs to set aside an hour every day to practice with his accompanists.
The place for practice is still arranged in the practice room!
Every time you enter the Jiuyi Gate's practice room, you have to turn in spiritual stones before you can use it!
This is done just to keep the sound from spreading and to maintain a sense of mystery.
"It's worth it!" Huang Chong was in high spirits.
The days that followed were uneventful.
At Huang Chong's request, Mu Nan put up a thank you sign in Qiushuiju Villa.
In addition to training, it is practice.
While maintaining the mystery, occasionally come out for a spin.
During this period, only Wen Yuanzheng came once as an exception.
Telling that he was looking for Ji Boda all over the mountain, hoping to let him experience the feeling of life being worse than death.
Who knew that Ji Boda was in seclusion.
I spent a lot of money to rent a practice room and never came out again.
Because of this, Wen Yuanzheng went to the door of the practice room and cursed him all night long.
Inside, it was as motionless as a mountain.
Mu Nan felt that he should advise Wen Yuanzheng to keep secret after receiving money from others.
But think about it and forget it.
Wen Yuanzheng had confiscated the spirit stone, and even if he did, he would find other reasons to beat him.
In fact, Mu Nan also wanted to go to the training room, but the sky-high price of fifty spiritual stones an hour put him off.
Instead of spending huge sums of money, it is better to go outside the gate of Jiuyimen Mountain and find a barren mountain to practice the technique.
After all, there is no time in cultivation. Who knows if you will suddenly fall into trance in the practice room and it will be years when you wake up.
When the white spirit stones fly away, it will be too late to cry.
However, even so, the practice rooms in Jiuyimen are in short supply and need to be booked in advance.
During his practice, apart from feeling that the spiritual energy in the practice room was indeed more abundant than the outside world, he didn't feel that there was anything too special about it.
This made him deeply incomprehensible and at the same time lamented.
As the carnival day approached, Mu Nan even skipped the teaching day and did not participate.
First, in order not to be tortured, he specifically asked Master Jiejie for instructions.
Second, Huang Chong has created him into a collection of contradictions.
Huang Chong's operational capabilities are indeed remarkable.
Carnival Day has been continuously building momentum in the past few days, and has constantly exposed Mu Nan's scandals and whereabouts.
The almost forgotten nicknames of "scum plowing man" and "faceless man" are like digging up graves, turning them out one by one and chewing them for a long time.
Then another team was asked to explain desperately, euphemistically calling it rectification.
Several press conferences were held to clarify relevant facts.
What's more, because of this matter, the two teams were still fighting in the martial arts field.
The end result is that everyone has a winner!
For a time, Mu Nan stood at the forefront of the storm, receiving mixed praise and praise.
He sighed: "It's hard to be a human being, but it's even harder to be a celebrity!"
In a blink of an eye, the day of the carnival arrived.
Huang Chong even took a break from his busy schedule and went to Qiushuiju Villa.
From dressing up to the time of appearance, everything is explained clearly.
He even brought forty junior fellow apprentices in the same color and black clothes, waiting under the graceful peak, euphemistically called security.
"Uncle Master, I'll be watching your performance soon!"
Huang Chong's tone was profound.
"Do not worry!"
Mu Nan slapped her chest so hard.
For the sake of Jiuyimen!
When he came out of Yoni Peak, forty security guards protected him.
The one who clears the way, the one who escorts, the one who leads, all live!
But he was not allowed to go straight to the martial arts arena.
Along the way, various unknown female disciples shouted "Uncle Master" in a tearful tone.
Flowers were thrown into the security circle as if they were free.
In fact, Mu Nan felt a little disgusted.
Not for anything else, just because the acting skills of these "actors" are too exaggerated.
Some shed tears, wiped their noses, asked for autographs, and cried fainting on the spot. The arrangements seemed thoughtful.
But, can you be more excited?
As soon as he walked over, the male cultivator who was lying on the ground pretending to faint from crying got up and patted the dust off his body.
I have to say that professional things still need to be done by professionals.
For example, the most dedicated "short message card" honorary interviewer held up his amplification sign and asked extremely professional questions:
"Excuse me, Uncle Pastor, what special music did you bring to everyone during the carnival day?"
"Please come to the martial arts arena in person."
"Uncle Pastor, what do you think of the nickname given to you by your disciples?"
"No comment."
"Excuse me, Uncle Pastor, I heard that you have gone through many rehearsals for this performance and worked very hard. How is your physical condition now?"
"I don't cough anymore!"
"Excuse me, Uncle Pastor..."
Let’s just say, how knowledgeable are you when asking these questions?
How professional does it look?
By the time a group of people were escorted to the martial arts arena, the accompaniment group had been waiting for a long time.
In the center of the martial arts arena, a huge stage was set up.
Above the stage, a dozen disciples used magic to illuminate the center of the stage extremely brightly, just like stage lights.
Various colors intertwined with each other.
People holding huge banners appeared one after another in the audience.
Some were arranged by Huang Chong, and some were "encouraged" to pay for it themselves.
"Mu Nan Mu Nan, you are the most handsome!"
"Uncle, Master, I love you!"
The shouts shook the sky.
The crowd was excited.
Mu Nan then shouted, and after a thousand calls he came out and raised his hand on the stage.
The entire auditorium fell silent instantly.
Only Huang Xiao and Xie Huaigu, who were sitting at the front, were still shouting "Uncle, Master, I love you" with their teeth and claws dancing.
It seems that the two of them love him more because who has the louder voice.
Mu Nan regretted it.
Why did you give them the front position?
Fortunately, this kind of situation is not unexpected for Huang Chong.
He was well prepared and immediately arranged his life to push the two of them back to their seats.
It's the elder of Zhilu Hall!
Huang Chong asked the elders of Zhilu Hall to maintain the scene!
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