The god-level master of the cold and beautiful president

"Ten thousand."

The boss gives the price.

"Will it be cheaper, boss?"

Hearing this, Chu Feng looked at the boss in astonishment, he had already made the decision to pay all the money to buy this rattan stick, but at this moment the boss told him that the rattan stick only cost 1 yuan.

Is he bloated?Or is this rattan stick worth the price?
Do not!
Chu Feng understood that the rattan stick in his hand definitely cost more than [-] yuan.

When Duan Qiang heard the price, he also looked at the boss in disbelief. Judging from Chu Feng's solemn attitude to buy at the moment, he obviously made a decision to buy at a high price, and the boss has been in business for so many years. It is impossible not to see that Chu Feng thoughts.

Moreover, Duan Qiang heard people say that many of the things the boss sells here are priced at six figures, so the boss is not someone who has never seen money. It is strange that he asks such a low price!
Responding to this point, Duan Qiang and Chu Feng made eye contact and quickly agreed.

"Mr. Chu, don't have to doubt my purpose. The reason why I sold you so cheaply is because of your previous item, and also because I want to make Mr. Chu your friend. And, I have another request."

The boss spoke sincerely, and finally put forward his own request: "I need to show that this weapon of yours was made by me in the future, after you reach a certain height."

"It's so simple? A certain height... what level does the boss think?"

Chu Feng was puzzled at first, feeling that the boss's conditions were too simple, but he also felt that it would not be that simple. He frowned and looked at the boss, wondering what the boss meant.

"At the very least, he must be a strong person at the Wuzong level!" The boss said in a trembling voice,
When the word Wu Zong was mentioned, the boss had absolute reverence in his eyes—it was a field that he could hardly touch in this life!

But the Chu Feng in front of him may achieve it.

"Wu Zong?"

Hearing this, Chu Feng was puzzled, wondering what these two words meant.

But suddenly, he remembered his martial artist certificate, which said martial apprentice in the rank column.It sounds like it should be a relatively low-level warrior.

Could this Wuzong be a higher level martial artist?
For example, the old man who tested him?
"Okay, I promise you, boss."

After careful consideration, Chu Feng looked at the boss and nodded heavily.

"Okay, then take it!"

Hearing this, the boss immediately nodded cheerfully, as if selling Chu Feng a good treasure at a low price was something to be very happy about in his opinion.

——The Mo family has always bet on people with potential, and Chu Feng is the person he thinks has potential.

The next thing was much simpler. Chu Feng transferred the money to the boss, said goodbye to the boss, and left with the rattan stick.

The boss stood at the door, looking at the back of Chu Feng and the two of them leaving, his eyes sparkled.

Donghai, inside the Night Paris International Entertainment Club, inside the king's box.

The entire box was full of people, extremely noisy, and filled with smoke.

Yang Qing sat in a corner of the private room, looking at the extremely lively scene in the private room at the moment, frowning deeply.

She was invited by a good friend to attend his birthday party. She originally thought that the birthday party was mostly girls, a group of girls having fun, but when she thought of the place, a large group of men soon came in.

Most of these men are young people, most of them are around 22 or [-] years old, and some of them are difficult to tell their ages because of their appearance.

When her good friend saw these people coming, she seemed a little cautious, told everyone that they were her friends, and then asked these people to sit down and go out to order something for everyone.

This made Yang Qing suspicious, and Yang Qing planned to leave, but seeing that the other girls in the box were also there, and there were people she knew among them, she thought that she would wait for her friend to come, and then leave after a word, so she waited. down.

But at this moment, she had been waiting for more than ten minutes, and her friend hadn't come yet, so Yang Qing secretly made a decision to wait another 10 minutes, and if her friend didn't come, she would leave.

In the dim environment, among a group of young people having fun in the middle of the box, a young man who was clearly the leader looked at Yang Qing who was forming a small circle by himself, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then, he glanced at the girl beside him, motioning for her to go over.

After finishing the order, he looked away and continued to drink and play with a group of young people.

The girl who received his signal was slightly taken aback, but thought of what had been discussed beforehand, and she would be given 3000 yuan after the matter was completed. After hesitating for a while, she walked towards Yang Qing and held a glass of drink by the way.

"Yang Qing, why are you sitting here alone, do you want to go over and drink?"

After coming to sit beside Yang Qing, she smiled friendlyly at Yang Qing.

"I'm fine, you guys play."

Yang Qing shook his head and declined politely.

She only drank with people she knew well, and the people sitting there were all strange men.

"Well, then how boring you are sitting alone, shall we go sing?"

As the girl said, taking advantage of the dark environment, she put her cup next to Yang Qing's cup, a look of coldness flashed in her eyes, she got up and pulled Yang Qing to sing, her eyes full of expectation.

"This……"

Yang Qing looked at the girl's expectant gaze, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

The girl went over to order a song, then returned to Yang Qing's side again, and handed the microphone to Yang Qing.

Yang Qing immediately sang with the girl.

She often sang to the fans in her live broadcast room, and this song was so beautiful that the group of young people who were drinking at the same time subconsciously stopped their movements and listened to Yang Qing sing.

The young man who was the leader looked at Yang Qing's beautiful face and swallowed even more.

"This girl is so punctual!"

Thinking that he will be able to reach such a top level later, he just felt his body burst into flames.

"Come on, drink, drink."

Fearing that Yang Qing would notice something strange, he hurriedly called everyone to continue drinking.

Here, after Yang Qing sang a song, she was praised by all the girls in the box, and the girl who sang with Yang Qing even said to Yang Qing with admiration: "Wow, Yang Qing, I didn't expect you to sing! It sounds so good, I must respect you!"

While talking, she turned her back to Yang Qing, picked up their cups, and raised the cup to signal Yang Qing.

"Thank you, you sing very well too."

Yang Qing looked at the girl's admiration and smiled lightly. There is no girl who doesn't like to be praised.

"Give."

The girl nodded to Yang Qing with a smile, and then gave Yang Qing the cup in her hand.

"Thank you."

Just after Yang Qing finished singing, he happened to be a little thirsty. He took his cup, touched the girl lightly, and drank a few sips.

"Yang Qing...Yang Qing?"

"Are you drunk, Yang Qing?"

The girl looked at Yang Qing who was leaning on the sofa with his eyes slightly closed, and waved her hand in front of Yang Qing. The previous hesitation was gone, and the coldness in her eyes gradually came up.

Opposite her, Yang Qing seemed to be overwhelmed with alcohol, leaning on the sofa, shaking his head slightly, and did not speak.

"Yang Qing, sit down first, I'll get you a glass of water."

Seeing this, the girl felt joy in her heart, got up and walked towards the table of young people.

After she left, Yang Qing's eyes opened slightly, looking at the girl's leaving back, there was a trace of coldness in her eyes.

Then, relying on the cover of the dark environment, Yang Qing quickly took out his mobile phone.

Her finger hesitated a few times on the father's name on the screen, but she still didn't click on it. Then, the name of the person below suddenly jumped into her eyes.

Yang Qing suddenly thought of what the other party said before leaving the door.

"Call me if you need anything."

Yang Qing hesitated, and quickly sent a line of words to the other party.

"Chu Feng, I'm in the Night Paris International Entertainment Club, King's Box, save me!!"

The moment she drank the drink in the cup, she realized that the taste was not right, and she didn't drink any more. Although the feeling of drowsiness in her mind was not too strong, she deliberately cooperated with the other party to act in order to catch the call for help. Chance.

"Yang Qing's information?"

Chu Feng was puzzled, and turned on the phone. After seeing the content on it, his face suddenly changed.

"Looking for death!" His face was full of anger, and his whole body was full of evil spirit.