Mr. Ji was not afraid of the overgrown weeds on the ground. He sat on the ground with his arms on his legs and said very comfortably: "What use is money to me? I have done business for a few coppers, and I have also done business for hundreds of thousands of taels."
But let’s put it this way, I’m actually not short of money.”
The happy man has been holding back. According to his previous temper, if someone dared to say such sarcastic words in front of him, he would have killed him long ago. But he knew that Mr. Ji was his only hope. If even he was offended
Well, even if no one can deal with that girl monster hunter.
He needs allies, not enemies.
The happy man kept taking deep breaths to relieve his unhappiness: "Mr. Ji, just tell me, what do you want?"
Mr. Ji thought for a while, rolled his eyes, and said with a half-smile: "How about the mask on your face?"
The happy man was shaken.
As mentioned before, Happy Hall has a strict hierarchy, and each level has its own unique totem to represent it. The flying fox is the symbol of the highest leader of Happy Hall, the hall master. The mask on his face has been passed down from generation to generation, and this is the only one.
No matter who wears this mask, it means that he will become the new Happy Man and have the right to rule the Happy Hall.
He knew that he was not the first Happy Man, nor would he be the last. He did not want the Happy Hall to be destroyed in his own hands, but he also did not want to hand over the foundation to a Nanyang sorcerer so easily.
He hesitated...
Mr. Ji was not in a hurry, and casually picked at the clumps of dogtail grass with his hands. As he moved his fingers, the swaying weeds took shape under his weaving, and soon they took the shape of a grasshopper.
Mr. Ji put the grasshopper woven from dog's tail grass in the palm of his hand, stretched it out from under the black gauze and put it on his mouth. A breath of hot air came out. When he opened his hand again, the grasshopper turned into a real grasshopper.
The green color is eye-catching.
It stretched its legs, exerted force, jumped into the deep grass, and disappeared.
The happy man saw all this, but he was even more at a loss.
He still held on to a glimmer of hope, wondering whether Mr. Ji would not understand the meaning of the flying fox mask.
He paused and then said: "I gave this mask to you, sir, so what should I wear?"
Mr. Ji smiled softly and said: "You, I think you will look better wearing a lone wolf mask."
Mr. Happy Man's heart skipped a beat, and he realized that he was too naive after all. This Mr. Ji not only knew the meaning of the flying fox mask, but also knew the structure of the organization within the Happy Hall - the totem of the hall leader is the flying fox, and the altar leader is the orphan.
The wolf and steel master are civet cats, the fan head is a skylark, and the little feet are plain moths. Not many outsiders know these details.
He thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out how to make a decision. He couldn't weigh the importance of the position of the hall leader and the future of Happy Hall.
Mr. Ji played by himself for a while and felt a little bored. He stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, yawned and said, "Have you thought about it?"
Happy Langjun lost his mind and said: "My position as the leader of the hall was passed down by my predecessor Happy Langjun. There are rules in the hall and cannot be passed on to outsiders. Can Mr. Ji make other conditions... I really... really...
difficult……"
Mr. Ji chuckled and said: "I'm really sorry, I'm a bit awkward. Once I like something, I want to get it. Even if others try to seduce me with better things, I won't be moved.
I think the flying fox mask is pretty good, and I really don’t care about anything else.”