Lin Beichen rubbed his eyebrows with his middle finger.
He suddenly remembered something, pointed at the small statues, nude paintings, photographic stones, etc., and asked: "You are like a dog, a guy who has been stabbed a thousand times, where did you get the money to buy these messy things? I
Didn’t you buy all the medicinal materials with the money I gave you?”
Wang Zhong quickly explained: "Master, actually, I made a little money at the casino in the city these two days..."
As he said that, he took out a bag containing a full twenty gold coins.
"Huh?"
Lin Beichen took the bag and said with a smile: "Casino? Uncle Wang, did you go gambling?"
With money, the dog becomes Uncle Wang.
Wang Zhong lowered his eyebrows and said: "There is a word of loyalty in my name, Wang Zhong. Of course, I have a thousand percent confidence in you, young master. So I went in and bet on you, young master, to win without hesitation."
So I won, hey, young master, these twenty gold coins are all for your filial piety, I don’t dare to hide my secrets, old slave."
Lin Beichen was surprised: "How can you, a dog-like thing, be so generous?"
Wang Zhong said quickly: "Master, in my name..."
"Yes, yes, no need to say anything else. Your words made me vomit, young master."
Lin Beichen took the bag of gold coins over and touched it in his hand. For some reason, he threw it back and said, "Okay, you can use the gold coins you won. Although I am shameless, young master, I can't snatch them away."
This servant’s property, who do you think I am as a young master?”
Wang Zhong was stunned.
He thought he heard wrongly.
It wasn't until he took the gold coin bag in his hand again that he wondered in disbelief, had the young master taken the wrong medicine today?
Or is it that the young master already knows that I buried one hundred and seventy gold coins in the garden in advance and hid them?
Is this deliberately testing me?
Wang Zhong felt extremely anxious.
But Lin Beichen felt extremely depressed at this time.
As expected, you can’t charge your phone with money you didn’t earn by yourself.
His grandma's, that's not fair.
That bitch Wang Zhong took all his betting capital from me.
Lin Beichen was in a very melancholy mood.
After being deceived by this bitch [Jianxue Wuming] twice in a row, he now only has 15 gold coins left, which is barely enough to maintain the battery of his mobile phone for three days.
Especially after high-level cultivation apps such as [Blue Sea Three Swords] and [Fish-Dragon Transformation] started running, the daily power consumption of mobile phones is also increasing.
This means huge amounts of money are consumed every day.
If this continues, it will go bankrupt. You can't really sell it, right?
Although with his explosive feat of lifting 10,500 and his popularity in the city, he should be able to sell it for a good price.
"Tell me, bitch, you just said you wanted to do business with me, young master. What's going on?"
Lin Beichen asked.
Wang Zhong was feeling uneasy. Hearing these words, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He leaned into Lin Beichen's ear and spoke out his thoughts.
"Damn it...you bitch, you are really insidious."
Lin Beichen couldn't help but be overjoyed after hearing this: "You can think of such an insidious idea...you insist on getting it."
The two hit it off and started working immediately.
In Lin Beichen's bedroom on the second floor, I worked on it for a full hour before it was completely completed.
"Uncle Wang, I have always trusted you. Now in this world, we only rely on each other to survive. This time, you must not let me down."
Lin Beichen warned earnestly.
Wang Zhong touched the spit that the young master had sprayed on his face when he scolded someone before, and secretly sighed in his heart, they really were insulting each other.
"Don't worry, young master, we will definitely make a profit this time."
He was confident and authentic.
Then, taking the things he had prepared, he left the Bamboo Garden and came to the entrance of the Third Academy.
The Mediterranean man Gong Gong, together with more than thirty gangsters from the city, were rubbing their hands and waiting. When they saw Wang Zhong coming out, they were overjoyed.
"Brother, here."
He quickly came over.
Wang Zhong handed the prepared things to Gong Gong and said: "Brother, here is the opportunity to prove your worth. This time, as long as you do things well, you can definitely make a big profit. Next, you
Take people with you, like this..."
After giving the instructions, Gong Gong and his men set off immediately and began to take action.
Wang Zhong saw these people off, with a joyful smile on his face.
Hahaha.
I, Mr. Wang Zhong, am indeed a man of wisdom. I am so smart.
Huh?
That figure is so sneaky, why does it look a bit like a young master?
Wang Zhong saw a figure, who looked very much like Lin Beichen in disguise, slipping out of the gate of the Third College, looking very sneaky, and heading towards the busiest commercial street in the city.
"What are you doing, young master?"
He was extremely curious.
After thinking about it, I simply followed him.
Along the way, he saw Lin Beichen sneaking into several wealthy business houses, shops, and storefronts. He didn't know what they talked about, and then came out very quickly.
What's even more strange is that sometimes he is kicked out and yelled at the store door, and sometimes the shopkeeper sends the young master out himself with a smile...
Wang Zhong thought about it over and over and was puzzled.
Finally, he gave up tracking and returned to Zhuyuan early to prepare a midnight snack for the young master.
It wasn't until midnight that Lin Beichen returned to the Zhuyuan, humming a little tune.
After checking Guangjiang's homework, he once again gave the highest instruction, that Guangjiang must learn to read and write in the shortest possible time, and asked Qianqian and Qianqian to increase their homework again. Guangjiang succumbed to Master Lin's power.
Tearfully express gratitude.
Then, Lin Beichen started preparing the poison in the yard.
It took him a full three hours to prepare one hundred kilograms of [Dragon Blood Granules] and twenty kilograms of [I Love Ichijo Chai].
After setting up traps and poison arrays inside and outside the yard, he went to sleep contentedly.
…
…
The second day.
clear.
The air pm2.5 index is 5.
The weather is calm and sunny.
National Royal Junior College, Martial Arts Hall No. 2.
"I am Wu Fenggu, today's chief examiner. Today I will conduct the second subject of the martial arts test, the swordsmanship test."
The chief invigilator was rotated. He was another Education Department official at the same level as Li Qingxuan. He looked to be in his fifties, with gray hair, a broad nose, a red face, and a short and fat body. But when he spoke, he was full of energy.
Complete.
In the center of the hall, there is a weapons rack.
There are twenty fine steel long swords with the same shape, same weight, same material, and even the same sharpness on the shelf.
Next to the weapons rack, there is a small platform one meter high and three meters in diameter.
On the high platform, there is a long black stone table.
There is a round green watermelon on the table.
"The first item of the swordsmanship test is the battle of sword speed."
The examiner Wu Fenggu said loudly: "Everyone, students, step on the sword test platform in order according to the number cards you have drawn. The examiner will have one breath to draw the sword. The one who uses the sword the most often can chop the watermelon into more segments."
People, the higher the score!”
The sound echoed clearly in the No. 2 Martial Arts Hall.
What?
Lin Beichen was stunned.
What the hell kind of exam is this?
Is this session sponsored by a watermelon shop owner?