Gao Wu: I can plunder everything

It is now 4:30 in the afternoon, which is the time for office workers to get off work. Young people in society who still have the dream of being warriors will take the time to exercise after get off work.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?"

As soon as Jiang Mingyang entered the bright and spacious hall, a beautiful waitress greeted him.

The waitress is young, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Her temperament is elegant and inviolable, and her voice is as graceful and melodious as an oriole.

The appearance of neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither humble nor arrogant, makes people feel like a spring breeze, but also has the right sense of distance.

Although she is wearing uniform work clothes, her temperament stands out from the crowd, noble and elegant yet pretty.

Such a beautiful woman came forward to ask, but Jiang Mingyang didn't reply, and he didn't even look at the girl.

He looked up and down, left and right, and it seemed that the decoration style of Wentian Pavilion was much more interesting than the girl in front of him.

Jiang Mingyang came to collect a debt. He was sent away by the gatekeeper before he even opened his mouth to ask for a price. How embarrassing.

Blackmail is also a technical job, and the techniques are similar to those of traditional Chinese medicine. It talks about looking, hearing, asking, and feeling.

Hope refers to looking at temperament, looking at self-cultivation, looking at family background, and looking at heritage.

Wen refers to gathering intelligence.

The question refers to the cliché, which Jiang Mingyang is about to do.

Cut refers to getting to the point, simply put, how much does it cost.

If you want too much and others don't give it, you will easily become enemies; if you want less, you will suffer and be looked down upon by others.

The highest level is to have a price that satisfies you and doesn't hold grudges when others hurt you.

The girl stood aside calmly and calmly, like a servant waiting for her master to ask questions.

Jiang Mingyang didn't pay any attention to him, and he looked around indiscriminately. He almost had robbery written on his face, and he looked like a gangster from the bottom of society.

This is a high-end club, and those who can spend money and practice here are not those with an annual income of over one million.

Being poor, vulgar, and uneducated, the presence of such people in Wentian Pavilion is an insult to them.

"How come you are a poor student who doesn't urinate and take photos? Can anyone enter the Wentian Pavilion?"

Just as Jiang Mingyang was thinking about how to phrase something, a strange provocation came from his ears.

Jiang Mingyang turned around in surprise and happened to see a young man not far away from him looking at him with contempt, as if he was looking at a piece of garbage.

Jiang Mingyang glanced lightly, as if watching a Shiba Dog barking, then turned his head indifferently and said to the waitress: "What's the price of membership here?"

Jiang Mingyang asked with an unhappy expression, as if he was very unhappy about being disturbed by a dog, but he ignored the provocative young man.

Veins popped up on the young man's forehead. The waitress gave him an awkward smile, and the young man could not have another attack.

Although the young man is a two-star member, he is still worse than Jiang Wenjun and others.

It is true that Wentianguan is in the service industry, but it has many strange rules.

For example: you are not allowed to hurt or insult the service staff; you are not allowed to smoke in the hotel; those who do not wash your feet and drinkers are not allowed to enter the hotel, etc. Such rules are followed.

Once discovered, they will be expelled immediately and will never be allowed to step into the Wentian Pavilion, and there will be no second chance.

"Ordinary members are worth 300,000 yuan per year, and can try out special venues and equipment for free, and can purchase blood-nourishing pills at a 15% discount.

With a star membership of 600,000 yuan per year, you can choose any quasi-martial arts dojo, receive elite guidance in small classes, and purchase blood-nourishing pills at a 10% discount.

Two-star membership worth 1.2 million per year can enjoy one-on-one guidance from would-be warriors and can purchase blood-nourishing pills at a 20% discount.

Three million three-star members each year enjoy all the benefits of two-star members, plus the qualifications to be taught by warriors three times and purchase a bottle of Blood Accumulating Pill. "

The waitress didn't speak very fast, but her introduction was very quick and clear. It was a pleasure to listen to her introduction.

"This is a big mistake."

The more Jiang Mingyang listened, the brighter his eyes became. There were so many people in the hall and membership was so expensive, so naturally he had to extort more.

Of course, this is not the key point, the key point is the Blood Accumulating Pill!

He had never heard of this kind of elixir. He only had a membership fee of three million per year to be eligible to purchase it, and the purchase was limited, which was enough to show how extraordinary this elixir was.

"Well, the price is very reasonable."

Jiang Mingyang laughed casually, as if the membership fee of several million was trivial and not worth mentioning at all.

But coupled with his school uniform and his thin and poor appearance, it looks like he failed to pretend to be 13.

Can you imagine the embarrassing scene of a high school student in school uniform going to a Lamborghini store and talking to the sales lady about performance and price, with a look of disdain on his face?

"Damn, this 13-piece outfit is so eye-catching."

"Who is going to throw him out? I really can't stand it anymore."

"A poor guy goes to Wentian Pavilion to pick up girls. This guy is also weird."

The white-collar workers onlookers were talking a lot, but they didn't really step forward to take action. They all looked at the young man aside intentionally or unintentionally.

Since you have come forward and are still being ignored by that kid, then you should be a good person and do it to the end.

Jiang Mingyang turned a deaf ear to the surrounding discussions, and with a cheerful smile on his face, he pretended to ask casually: "What is the effect of the Blood Accumulating Pill?"

The waitress was neither arrogant nor arrogant, and seemed not to have heard the comments, and replied respectfully: "It has the same effect as the Blood Nourishing Pill.

It's just that it's much more effective, it's the elixir taken by warriors. "

"Much better, how much is it?"

Jiang Mingyang asked again, and the girl respectfully replied: "At least a hundred times."

"This is good, this is good, this is good."

Jiang Mingyang's eyes were shining. If he got a few bottles of Blood Accumulating Pills, it would make sense that his Qi and blood levels would skyrocket.

Jiang Mingyang said "this is good" three times in a row, as if he liked this elixir very much and wanted to buy dozens or twenty bottles.

"Boy, I've been putting up with you for a long time. You should know when to act cool!"

The young man stepped in front of Jiang Mingyang, his face full of contempt, almost spitting on his face.

Faced with such an obvious provocation, Jiang Mingyang still turned a deaf ear.

He glanced at the young man and said to the girl: "Do you sell weapons here? I'm very interested in weapons."

"Yes, but they can only be sold to warriors."

From beginning to end, Jiang Mingyang didn't open his eyes to look at the young man, but the physical insult was more annoying than the verbal insult.

"Asshole, I'm talking to you!"

The veins on the young man's forehead were throbbing, and Jiang Mingyang was almost mad. He roared and grabbed his shoulder, looking like he was going to hit him.

The onlookers were also eager to try. Fighting and making trouble were a big deal, so there was no reason not to make a fuss.

Jiang Mingyang did not do anything, but dodged with disdain, flicking the non-existent dust off his shoulder, and said unhappily: "I heard that Wentian Restaurant is the best in service, but now it seems that it is not worthy of the reputation."

Jiang Mingyang still did not look at the young man, as if he was a barking dog, and there was no need to even look at him.

"Sorry, this is our negligence."

The waitress bowed and apologized, and then said respectfully to the young man: "Sir, Wentian Restaurant is willing to provide services to all walks of life.

Please do not affect others and do not break the rules."

The young man's face was almost green, he never dreamed that a poor guy would know how to use the situation to pressure others!