Mo Lingxuan looked at Luo Qingfeng, then at Cheng Fen and the three of them.
His eyes moved and he looked at Luo Qingfeng again.
Luo Qingfeng saw his eyes and said nothing, just sat there quietly.
"The current situation of the black market is already very dangerous. There are adults in Dongmu Junior High School who can save the black market."
"Also, since the three of us have handed over the black market to you, we will not object to whatever you want to do."
Once the emperor and the courtiers, they understand.
"You mean, if the black market is in my hands, even you three can't interfere."
The strength of the three of them is superior to hers.
If they join forces, she will have to use all her trump cards to escape from them.
Not to stop them, but to escape.
The three of them were stunned for a moment, then turned to look at each other.
"Sir, how do you want to rectify the black market?" They always need to know.
"Didn't Concubine Rao tell you that from now on, I hope there will be only ghost pavilions in this world and no black market?" The black market is theirs, and the ghost pavilions are hers.
Concubine Rao looked at Luo Qingfeng and said, "I have already told the three of you about this matter."
"The three of us"
"If you don't agree, we have nothing to say." The black market can only become a force under the ghost gate.
"Sir, don't you need our black market?" Boole narrowed his eyes and asked.
At most they just use each other, why is the black market turning into a ghost pavilion?
"The black market is just a shortcut for me. Even if there is no black market, I can still create a ghost pavilion." Her eyes showed determination, and her words were even more powerful.
There is no shortcut to the black market, and the creation speed of Ghost Pavilion is only one year slower, or no more than two years at most.
Several people were stunned for a moment and slowly lowered their eyelids.
They had recently heard about Ghost Gate, which was growing very quickly.
The Ghost Pavilion mentioned by Mr. Phantom, if Mr. Phantom is willing to build it, it is indeed only a matter of time.
The weak eat the strong.
Maybe by then, the black market will still be swallowed up by the Ghost Pavilion
They need to think carefully about this issue.
"Sir, I wonder if you can give us time to think about it?" This question is too important.
"Didn't I give you time?" Luo Qingfeng asked with raised eyebrows.
Give them so much time, but what answer do they give?
The three people sighed heavily, and then stared at the seven people.
It's all them
waste so much time
"I agreed," Yun Rui stood up and answered decisively.
Among the three, she has this right.
What
Hearing Yun Rui's words, Cheng Fen and Burler looked over.
she is sure
That’s agreed
"No, why did you agree?" They haven't said anything yet.
Cheng Fen looked at her in confusion, as if he hadn't reacted at all.
"I only agree with mine, not with yours." Anyway, she agreed.
When she created the black market, she only provided the space and money. As for the business aspect, she was really not good at it.
Now there are people who are good at it and are willing to take over this mess, so what is there to disagree with?
Concubine Rao looked at Yun Rui, coughed slightly, and then withdrew her gaze.
She knew that the first person to agree was Lord Yunrui.
Luo Qingfeng leaned lazily on the back of the chair, with the corners of her mouth raised, looking at them thoughtfully.
This looks quite interesting.
Cheng Fen and Burler sighed, their brows almost knotted.