Chapter 240 Fair Trade "........."He was beaten to death by your eldest nephew, and you still say he is your idol. You old man have dangerous ideas. Zhang Qiming didn't know what to say. "In the martial arts world, as long as you can get money and earn money, that's a skill!" Nangong Di said incessantly: "The money earned from selling your butt and the money earned from your hard work are both money, aren't they different?" "With money, your Golden Buddha Temple can spread Buddhism. Our Nangong family can continue the family heritage. Martial arts, martial arts, where would the martial arts heritage come from without money!" "In life, everything else is fake, only money is real!" "People like Zhou Xian who value money over their lives are truly outstanding! It's a pity that the martial arts world still relies on strength, otherwise Zhou Xian wouldn't have a bright future!" "Master Yideng is a high monk in the Golden Buddha Temple, so he must have a deeper understanding of this! It was only after I was in my forties and had accomplished nothing that I understood these principles." Nangong Di said with emotion. I feel bad for you MDGB. In our Yangzhou, you will be hanged on a street lamp for making remarks like this. Life is not just about money! People are not slaves to money, they live to do what they want to do! People have dreams in their lives!
But at this moment, Zhang Qiming suppressed his inner discomfort. If he didn't want to continue listening to what this guy was up to, he really wanted to kill him with a sword. He said calmly: "For money, the Golden Buddha Temple can even sell ropes to hang oneself!" "Oh, right, right! That's it!" Nangong Di was overjoyed. He slapped his thigh and said, "Master is worthy of being a master. What he said is the Zen principle!" "There is a clause in this alms contract called guaranteed minimum contract, which means at least a certain amount of money is guaranteed every year." Nangong Di liked Zhang Qiming more and more, and continued to show off: "The Golden Buddha Temple suffered a great disaster because the alms were too much before. Now the people in Picheng are more resistant to the alms of the Golden Buddha Temple." That's right, those bald asses said that Buddha would bless your home and keep you safe, but in the blink of an eye, they were hanged in the Golden Buddha Temple. Oh no, Buddha blesses others but not himself, the bald donkey. This Buddha... I am crying to death. The people in Picheng are not stupid. After this incident, who would believe in the Golden Buddha Temple? "So, as long as there is a middleman who talks to the city lord, he can lower the minimum amount of alms. For example, ten taels of gold per year. When the time comes, it will be one hundred or two hundred taels of gold if it is subcontracted." "It's a sure win!" Nangong Di said, "Master, do you understand?" Zhang Qiming already understood Nangong Di's intention. He was just trying to make money for himself. He asked, "Then the question is, where is this middleman?" Nangong Di said: "I am not talented, so I have to save face in front of my nephew." "After the deal is done..." Zhang Qiming said, "30% to 70%?" "Why is it only 70%?" Nangong Di said anxiously. "Seventy percent is mine!" Zhang Qiming said, "Thirty percent is not a small amount for you!" “Master Yideng!” Nangong Di’s eyes darkened, and he said in a cold voice: “Master, I asked you to join, and I gave up my face, but in the end I only got 30%! This is not appropriate!” "It's appropriate. It's very appropriate." Zhang Qiming looked at him coldly and said, "I was the one who killed the monk from the Golden Buddha Temple." Being stared at by Zhang Qiming like this, Nangong Di felt the murderous aura coming towards him, which made his back feel cold. Only then did he remember that the man in front of him was the ruthless man who destroyed the entire Golden Buddha Temple, and his identity as the city lord's third uncle seemed to be useless at this time.
But I can't be so cowardly. Thinking of his idol Zhou Xian, Nangong Di endured the murderous aura released by Zhang Qiming and said through gritted teeth: "Sixty percent! No less!" Zhang Qiming said coldly: "Forty percent! No more!" "Fifty percent! Fifty-fifty, fair!" Nangong Di spread out his five fingers and said. "..." Zhang Qiming looked at Nangong Di's expression of wanting money over his life and didn't know what to say. With such a character, there is nothing you can't do. "Okay! It's fifty-fifty, fair!" Zhang Qiming restrained his murderous aura and said, "I like fairness the most!" "Fairness is good!" Nangong Di also said: "I like fairness too!" "Then please introduce me to City Lord Nangong!" Zhang Qiming said with a smile. His original plan was to wait for the subsequent monks of the Golden Buddha Temple. If they were below the level of a real warrior, he would kill them directly. If they were real warriors, he would divert the trouble away and stir up a conflict between the real warriors and the Lord of Nangong City, and reap the benefits. Suddenly, a fool who values money more than his life comes up to me. I can take advantage of him and get the begging contract from City Lord Nangong. As long as the general contractor is in charge, if other temples go to collect alms without going through the general contractor, it would be breaking the rules of Picheng, and naturally someone would come forward to maintain these rules. Even the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple. When the time comes, if he can stir up some trouble, it will definitely be a lot of fun. As for making money by subcontracting, how is that possible! If this matter were to spread to Yangzhou, wouldn't he become the shame of Qingshan Martial Arts Academy and be ridiculed for decades! Besides, this kind of thing is too far from his idea. He simply couldn't make money by oppressing others. No wonder the teacher always compares the world to a cesspool. Talking and working with someone whose brain is full of shit is like eating shit! Pooh! Don’t want to think about it! "That's good! Today is the day to collect tribute, it's God's will!" Nangong Di said, "I have a good relationship with my nephew, so this little thing will be easy to handle! Come with me!" So the two of them left the teahouse and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion. As for the tea money? Third Master drinks your tea to give you face! Behind them, the ruffian from Xiaofeng Hall who had just been kicked by Zhang Qiming said to his leader, "Boss, that guy is always meddling in other people's business." The leader next to him looked at Nangong Di who was traveling with Zhang Qiming and said, "How did this guy get together with the Third Master? Let's go back and report to the leader." Picheng was not too big, and the City Lord's Mansion was not far away. Zhang Qiming and Nangong Di entered the City Lord's Mansion through the side door. "Why don't you go through the main gate?" Zhang Qiming said as he entered the City Lord's Mansion. "The main gate is not open to us!" Nangong Di said casually.
"Why? Aren't doors meant to be opened?" Zhang Qiming felt something was weird. Why would you build a big door if you're not going to open it? “Unless a real warrior comes to visit, the main gate will not be open!” Nangong Di explained: “There are many rules in the City Lord’s Mansion. Just follow me.” What kind of rules are these? Sooner or later, the Lord of Pi City will be killed and the Lord’s Mansion will be turned into a public park! When he was in Yangzhou, this was how he visited the parks he occasionally visited on weekends. But he quickly dismissed this idea because the City Lord's Mansion in Pi City was too weird. Nangong Zhao's home.
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