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Chapter 138 Investment?
Chapter 138 Investment?
"A miracle—"
In the sky, on a platform located above the secret realm of clouds.
A middle-aged man with a refined appearance, fair complexion, and no beard looked through the documents in his hand and smiled faintly.
"A type of miracle worker who seems to possess extraordinary inspiration and can freely control entering a flow state?"
It's actually a pretty good investment opportunity.
The middle-aged man shifted his gaze slightly, and his eyes immediately pierced through the high sky, seeing Bai Hui, who was calmly in the "24-hour zone," and Fu Ting, who was almost unable to control her "Xiao Wu Xiang Gong" due to emotional agitation after her rationality dropped.
He pondered for a moment, and soon came up with a plan.
"It's also been a great help to Qiyuan — well, let's leave it at that then."
The middle-aged man picked up a pen in the air and, using the power of a certain magical artifact, wrote down some rules at the cost of consuming some of his own assets.
at the same time.
Bai Hui, who was working with He Qing, encountered some unexpected events—a greasy man with a big belly tried to harass He Qing while he was inspecting the workshop.
He Qing, because of Bai Hui's previous actions, also tried to resist with force.
This move directly offended the seemingly influential but greasy man.
They immediately announced that several special job openings were temporarily vacant, stating that while the job carried certain risks, the rewards were also higher.
It will also come with a set of internal martial arts techniques.
Because He Qing had offended him, the greasy man immediately decided that He Qing would have a spot.
At the same time, because He Qing brought Bai Hui with her, Bai Hui was also affected.
Bai Hui: "?"
He was still somewhat bewildered when he received the internal energy cultivation method called "Kun Yuan Zhen Mai Gong".
How did I inexplicably acquire a cultivation technique?
Moreover, the whole incident happened rather abruptly, and the greasy man's logic was obviously a bit crude, giving Bai Hui a vague feeling that his cognition seemed to be slightly distorted.
"I never expected to have this kind of gain?"
He Qing flipped through the "Kun Yuan Zhen Mai Gong" and said with a hint of joy, "It seems that we should be going to work at the Tian family's farm next."
It's said that the place is close to the end of time and the profits are not low. If you can guarantee that the basic crop output is over 100 jin, then you can get a 1% commission on all subsequent output.
Crops can be withdrawn directly, or exchanged for money at an equivalent value.
If I'd known all I had to do was hit someone, I would have done it already!
"Oh?" Bai Hui said thoughtfully, "It sounds like you already knew about this job?"
"Of course, it's a little of a pity, as this is a long-term job and can't be treated as a part-time job—but these two days of vacation should be enough for me."
If we can help and verify each other's understanding, and master the "Kun Yuan Zhen Mai Gong" within two days, the gains will be considerable.
As He Qing spoke, his rationality continued to decline, and his overall mental state appeared somewhat excited.
Next, Bai Hui and He Qing, along with the other selected or registered individuals, arrived at the so-called "farm".
She was then assigned specific tasks by the greasy man who had previously harassed He Qing.
Through their contact, Bai Hui also gleaned some information about the greasy man. Without a doubt, this guy was a fake human, and look—
"I've already forgotten the unpleasantness from before."
At this moment, in Bai Hui's eyes, there seemed to be an illusory line above the head of the stick figure, stretching straight into the sky and connecting to who knows where.
"Everyone knows how to grow vegetables, right?"
The greasy man said, "Your job from now on is to grow vegetables here, water them, fertilize them, remove pests and weeds—the faster you work, the faster the crops will produce."
The more you work, the more you earn!
This is a rare and excellent job; others would love to have it, so you should cherish it!
In addition, you should quickly learn the Kunyuan Zhenmai Gong that was just distributed. After you learn it, you will be able to control the earth's evil energy within a certain range by burying yourself in the ground, thereby accelerating crop growth.
Bai Hui listened silently, and the feeling of unease grew stronger.
He inexplicably got a better job and a new set of mental techniques.
Then, led by the greasy man, Bai Hui arrived at the planting area he was in charge of.
There was a small pit at the edge of the planting area, the size of which seemed just enough for a person to sit cross-legged inside.
The planting area contains various crops that have already been planted and are in the growth stage.
"Pests and weeds appear out of nowhere, visible to the naked eye. As time goes by, if no one manages them, these crops will be eaten up by pests or have all their nutrients stolen by weeds."
The land will crack, crops will wither and die, and pests will even thrive and become aggressive!
"What are you standing there for? Get back to farming!"
The greasy man urged.
Bai Hui paused for a moment, then conjured up the "Soaring Mist" with one hand, precisely sweeping away the continuously spawning "pests" with a fanning-the-flame-like force.
"With one hand, he conjured an eternal moment," and with patrolling steps, he swiftly moved across the small plot of farmland, cutting grass.
Sky Cloud Realm.
Bai Hui, who was sitting cross-legged, looked up at the sky in confusion.
Beneath the simple lines, he vaguely glimpsed lines similar to the dotted lines above the greasy man's head in the factory.
Bai Hui's pupils contracted and expanded, his "Golden Eyes" enhancing his vision, allowing him to glimpse a figure making some kind of plan.
"Oh? Hehe, hello, I'm Tian Qiyuan's father—"
The figure noticed Bai Hui's gaze and said with a faint smile, "Your inspiration is far superior to what I imagined, but in this world, possessing extraordinary inspiration is neither a good nor a bad thing."
"How about we make a deal? I'm planning to invest in you, and in return, you have to help my son with his spiritual practice."
The farmer said, "You must be planning to go to the ends of the earth, right? You should have received my initial investment by now—"
A clone technique? Not bad martial arts — I'll have someone make some further adjustments to that cyborg.
If you're going on a journey to the ends of the earth, you can take it with you. It will provide better security, and your experiences there will be recorded and given to my son to experience.
How is it?
This is a win-win deal.
Upon hearing this, Bai Hui immediately understood.
No wonder he found it abrupt; it must have been some kind of plan by this farmer just now.
But what kind of martial art is this?
Or perhaps some kind of magical artifact?
"Can't you just give me the money directly?"
After a moment's thought, Bai Hui asked in return.
"If you want it, you can, but if that's all I'm looking for, why don't I just hire someone stronger and more professional?"
However, wouldn't that change the nature of the matter?
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