The Imperial Capital, the headquarters of the Martial God Temple.
The conference room on the top floor was brightly lit, and all the senior officials in the imperial capital were present.
Daxia has another great master!
This news put the entire Martial Arts Temple into a state of high tension.
Many "miscellaneous" people who usually do not participate in specific affairs have also been roped in.
The conference room of more than 200 square meters was packed with people.
"Do you have a history? Which expert taught you?"
"I have asked the other four great masters, but none of them know anything about it."
"Several masters related to Lakeside County have also asked, but no one knows either."
"Have you found his information?"
"We are investigating, but judging from the current situation, it is very strange."
"How to say?"
"All the information shows that he is an ordinary high school graduate who has just turned eighteen. From birth, kindergarten, to elementary and middle school, and in his family environment, there is nothing abnormal."
"I have never entered a martial arts gym, never been a master, and even before this, there is no record of contact with martial artists."
"Then how did he become a grandmaster? Did he train by himself?"
"Are you kidding me? You are only eighteen years old. Even if you have been trained by famous teachers since childhood, no matter how talented you are, if you can reach the Dacheng state, you will be as good as the sky. How can you practice by yourself? How? Can you practice and let me see?"
"That's right, Su Xiaoman is considered a monster. He only became a master at the age of twenty, and he was trained by two great masters together."
"Are you sure you are the Grand Master?"
"Zhang Yuan's strength is average among the masters. He even used the blood violence technique at that time to break his neck with one move. Only the great master can do that."
"And the people present witnessed him shrinking to an inch."
"Fuck! Why do I feel so fantasy?"
"Yes, is this time travel or is it a system?"
"You two are so old, but you still read online novels."
"How else can we explain it?"
"Everyone!" Sitting in the middle of the rostrum, a majestic-looking middle-aged man knocked on the table and said in a deep voice: "What is his origin and how did he become a grand master? We can slowly investigate. The current problem Yes, this Grand Master is not under our control."
"What does it mean to be an uncontrolled Grand Master? I don't need to say more, right?"
The conference room fell silent for an instant, and everyone felt a sense of pressure.
Grandmaster, that is the existence without solution.
Armed with a sharp weapon, the murderous intention arises.
If this great master really wants to act rashly, it will be everyone's nightmare.
The middle-aged man continued: "Our first priority is to establish contact with him and ensure that he does not lose control."
In the audience, an older woman sneered: "How to contact us? Everyone has said that the first impression of us is not good."
When they received the news, they also knew the whole story.
When such a big thing happened, Shi Dong and others didn't dare to hide it at all.
Someone said angrily: "The Zheng family can actually control the people of our Martial Arts Temple. The Jiangbei branch needs to investigate carefully."
This matter is indeed untrue of the Martial God Temple.
"The investigation must be carried out. No one who should be dealt with can escape. This is all for later." The middle-aged man frowned and said: "How to contact this great master? Please tell me your thoughts."
Someone suggested: "I've found his phone number, let's call him first to find out?"
"No, it's too insincere. We can't explain clearly on the phone. Besides, people are already prejudiced against us. Calling us will only be counterproductive."
A thin old man with sinister eyes said slowly: "Why don't you contact the people around him first? For example, parents, friends..."
"If you want to die, don't take us with you!"
Before he finished speaking, someone immediately objected loudly.
"That is, if there is any misunderstanding, he might think we are threatening him."
"Your tricks can only deal with low-level warriors. Don't be so arrogant when facing a grand master. Treat people honestly and sincerely."
"I just twisted Zhang Yuan's neck without saying a word. Are you going to play this trick with him?"
The old man rolled his eyes: "I don't mean any harm!"
"Tell him this!"
"Okay, okay!" The middle-aged man knocked on the table again and sighed: "It's better to send someone over."
"That's all we can do. Send someone to follow him and slowly gain his trust."
"Send who?"
"Don't embarrass your small achievements and great achievements. Just send a grandmaster."
"You have to have a good image and be approachable. We rough guys shouldn't go over there and cause trouble for others."
"The backstage should also be strong, preferably the apprentice of a great master, so that you can have confidence in speaking like this."
"In this case……"
The sound in the conference room gradually became quieter.
Everyone's eyes converged on a corner by the door.
There, a girl in pink home clothes was playing with her mobile phone without any business. She lowered her head and her long hair hung down from her forehead, covering most of her face.
Feeling the eyes of others, the girl raised her head, and her soft black hair slid to the side of her face, revealing a beautiful face.
He asked with a hint of confusion: "Why are you looking at me?"
The middle-aged man cleared his throat and said with a smile: "Xiao Man..."
…
It was noon the next day.
Xiao Yan's family had lunch and went to the agency where they were yesterday.
Early this morning, Chen Xi informed the other party that they decided to buy the villa.
The homeowner in Qianhai City got the news and drove more than 200 kilometers back.
Based on this alone, you know that he is really anxious to take action.
After the greetings, the homeowner in his forties smiled bitterly and said:
"To tell you the truth, I spent 1.8 million to buy this house, and spent more than 400,000 to decorate it. There are also various taxes and fees. The cost is more than 2.4 million. Now it is only sold for 2 million. , I’m really at a loss.”
"I didn't buy this house for investment at all. I just wanted it to be a comfortable place to live in and plan to come back for retirement in a few years. Who knows, in the past three years, hey..."
"There are dozens of people in the company waiting to be paid, and there are still payments from suppliers outside. I really have no choice, otherwise why would I be willing to sell it?"
"When I heard that this house was going to be sold, my wife and children all cried..."
Looking at the tired-looking homeowner, Xiao Yan, who was sitting aside, was deeply moved.
When his business failed in his previous life, he also endured the pain of selling cars and houses. The bitterness of this cannot be explained to outsiders.
Under the detection of his spiritual consciousness, he knew that the other party was telling the truth.
However, with Chen Xi present, it was obvious that it was not his turn to make the decision, and even Xiao Jiming could not intervene.
After a lot of hard work, the villa was finally sold for 1.78 million, and the owner paid the tax.
This price has obviously exceeded the other party's bottom line.
Xiao Yan admired his mother endlessly.
After spending an afternoon going through the transfer process and looking at the lonely figure of the homeowner as he left, Xiao Yan went to the agent and asked for his phone number.
Xiao Yan called him while going to the bathroom.
"Which one?"
"I just bought your house, please give me your bank account number."
Bye.
Well...took him for a liar.
Xiao Yan couldn't help but feel a little funny, he couldn't even give the money.
He edited a text message and sent it.
The other party called over.
"Why?"
"Would you believe me if I said I felt the same way you're going through?"
"How old are you?"
"Don't worry about how old I am. You won't lose anything by sending me a bank account number."
Not long after the call, the account number was sent over.
Xiao Yan called Yu Qingyi again and asked her to help him transfer 500,000 yuan.
The card belongs to Yu Qingyi, and he does not have the authority to transfer large amounts.
Ten minutes later, he received a text message from the other party.
"Thank you, I borrowed this five hundred thousand, and I will pay it back."
Xiao Yan was quite surprised. The landlord was more down-to-earth than he thought.
This text message is equivalent to an IOU...
On the road out of the city, a white SUV parked on the side of the road.
The middle-aged man was lying on the steering wheel, crying like a child.
