MTL - Urban Carefree Immortal Emperor-Chapter 11 Zeng Shuwei

Yan Huang got on the long-distance bus and bumped along for three hours before reaching Jiangning City. Along the way, Yan Huang was idle and meditated in his seat. However, the aura along the way was not abundant. Yan Huang practiced for three hours but was still half an hour on the shore of Jiulong Lake.

Yan Huang shook his head, he had to find a way to make some money.

The earth's aura is weak. If he wants to achieve the normal or even faster speed of his previous life, he needs a variety of precious materials to make elixir, make runes, and describe arrays to assist in cultivation.

It is too slow to absorb the heaven and earth's aura by meditation alone.

At seven or eight in the evening, Jiangning City, a small seventy square house. Yan Huang didn't enter the door before he found a BMW, a domineering red convertible, although it is low-profile, but according to Yan Huang's memory, this car is worth at least two or three million. The situation is naturally unaffordable.

Sure enough, after the mother opened the door to Yan Huang, Yan Huang found that three people were sitting in her living room, a middle-aged couple, and a man of the same age as her, who was gentle and generous, and skillfully made tea on the coffee table. Wash the cup.

"Yan Huang, come, say hello to Uncle Zeng and Aunt Wu!" Mother Shui Xiaolian greeted and said.

"Oh, how are you guys." Yan Huang hesitated for a while, and found that his mother had been watching him, and said helplessly, without a flat voice, and without looking at the two on the sofa, as if talking to the air.

"You child!" Shui Xiaolian was stunned, and whispered Yan Huang a whisper. She knew that her son's personality had been a little introverted since he was a child.

Negotiations on the couch seemed to be deadlocked and temporarily stopped. Yan Huang's father was embarrassed and rubbed his brows against the sofa.

The other side of the sofa was well-dressed. When the noble-looking couple saw Yanhuang, they had nothing to say.

"Oh, this is Mingyao, your child. It's so old. Where do you read now?" On the sofa, a standard smile appeared on Zeng Shuwei's face with a straight ironed collar, "Yanhuang He is now studying in Jiangnan No.1 Middle School like Zeng Caixuan, and is also going to college this year. "His mother Shui Xiaolian quickly answered with a smile.

Zeng Caixuan is a girl who is now making tea for several parents on the coffee table. Her black hair and waist, bright eyes and bright teeth, slender figure, a pair of Qingshan Yuandai's eyes with bright light, a very beautiful girl.

"One of them, it really has a fate!" Zeng Caixuan's mother, a beautiful lady in her thirties and forties, Wu Jiamin said happily, "You can get along a lot in the future, so you can come out and have a meal! ! "

When I heard Yan Huang was reading Jiangnan No.1 Middle School, she was on the coffee table, like a girl of everybody's beauty, and her bright eyes immediately looked over, but when she saw Yan Huang wearing ordinary clothes and ordinary appearance, , That bright pupil was obviously darkened.

"Jiangnan No.1 Middle School is good, how are your grades, how many are in the top class? Can you be admitted to Jiangnan University?" Zeng Shuwei immediately increased his interest and asked quickly.

"The top 1,000 in the whole class!" Shui Xiaolian sat down on the sofa with a faint look at Yan Huang and said nothing.

"Top 1000?" Zeng Shuwei's face was sullen, and the top 1,000 were in the first place. That lined up to the entire main city of Jiangnan and the satellite cities around it, then it would have to line up to thousands or tens of thousands!

"Isn't that even Jiangnan University failed?"

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"Well, this child hasn't been a learning material since he was a child," Shui Xiaolian said with an awkward smile on her face. "I just hope that he can work hard for the rest of this time."

Zeng Shuwei put his mouth away, can you be admitted to Jiangnan University with a little effort?

Zeng Caixuan was disappointed again when he heard this complexion, and his mouth bit his lower lip, looking a little struggling.

When she came here as a guest, Zeng Caixuan's mother told her that Yanhuang was also a middle school, so she hoped that the two would move around and get closer.

Zeng Caixuan had a keen mind, and naturally knew that her mother said that when she walked close, she wanted to match two people. Now when she touches Yan Huang, she sees Yan Huang's appearance is ordinary and her academic performance is poor. She is unwilling to be admitted to Jiangnan University for contact cultivation.

Zeng Shuwei was also no longer interested in Yan Huang. He looked at Yan Mingyao, who leaned on the sofa with frowning eyebrows and did not speak, and gritted his teeth suddenly, and said, "I'll add 100,000 more!" He pulled out a large old man's head, and patted him on the tea table in front of him fiercely. He stared at Yan Mingyao with a pair of eyes and said with a bit of anger.

At this point there were already enough money on the coffee table, and bundles of bases rose up. Zeng Shuwei's 100,000 would be thrown down again. That would be 800,000!

As far as Yan Huang knows, his father worked iron in the smithy in Yan Kee. There was no income other than a fixed salary of 4,000 to 5,000 yuan a month. All the economic power of the smithy was owned by his grandfather Yan Haoren and his second uncle Yan Mingzong. Hold it.

His father, Yan Mingyao, had no oil or water at all!

This 800,000 yuan is equivalent to the income of Yan Huang's family, father and mother for a whole year!

This is a lot of money!

I just looked at the red 800,000 on the coffee table, but Yan Mingyao's face was even more difficult. I said, "Shu Wei, I don't mean I won't help you, but now the smithy is too busy, I really can't help ... "

"Add another 200,000 !!!" Before Yan Mingyao finished speaking, Zeng Shuwei, who was furious and angry, yelled, poured out the money in the entire briefcase, his eyes were red, and he looked at Yan Mingyao a little bit.

"Old classmate, this is a full million, it is reasonable to buy a low-level instrument with one of you Yanji Blacksmith Shop!"

"Low-level magic weapon?" Originally indifferent, Yan Huang wandering around the world, his heart moved, his ears sounded slightly earnestly.

It turned out that Zeng Shuwei started an international trading company. Some time ago he received an order to make a low-order magic weapon!

The magical instrument is a buzzword that has been circulating since the revival of vitality in the past ten years, but there are many people talking about this stuff, and very few people really see it.

The so-called magic instruments are naturally tailor-made for practitioners. Hearing Zeng Shuwei's words, this order is very important to him, and even determines the life and death of his company.

He didn't know where he heard the news. He knew that a former high school classmate was one of the owners of Yanji Blacksmith.

So he took the family grandly to the door that night, visiting "old schoolmates" who had not been in contact for nearly a decade.

Twenty years ago, Zeng Shuwei and Yan Mingyao were classmates in the same high school. However, Zeng Shuwei is smooth, smart and capable. He graduated from high school and went to sea. He has earned Novotel in 20 years. Now he has a bad eye and is aiming at the ship of Xiuxian!

And Yan Mingyao continued to study and study, and it was natural for a college graduate to become a glorious yard farmer, earning a fixed salary of several thousand yuan a month, full food, and good clothes, but he couldn't make money.

Ten years ago, the rejuvenation of spirits and the rise of cultivation brought the second spring of various refining workshops. Yan Mingyao naturally reopened the Yanji Blacksmith Shop under the leadership of his grandfather.

However, the magical instrument is naturally to be cultivated by the true person. How can mortal bodies and fetuses be created out of nothing? The so-called blacksmith shop is to beat some weapons and equipment to create some embryos, and then sell them to some companies or governments.

If you want to become a magic weapon, you must also inject the true elements from it. Yanhuang has reached the realm of foundation building, and naturally he can help his father inject Zhenyuan into the soldier embryo.

However, until five years ago, Yan Huang ’s uncle, Yan Mingguang ’s son, Yan Huang ’s cousin Yan Pengfei, was admitted to the Shenlong Empire Key University, Jiangnan University, and everything changed after being exposed to cultivation. The smithy has also developed by leaps and bounds, becoming one of the few smelter workshops near Jiangnan City.

Just now Zeng Shuwei heard that Yan Huang was also going to college, and his eyes were also the reason for it.

If Yan Huang was admitted to Jiangnan University, and he married his daughter again, then he would also be exposed to the cultivation and strength of cultivation. His old classmate more than ten years ago immediately went up and became an uncle Yan with his uncle. Like the light, has the ability to make magical instruments!

Nowadays, countries all over the world are carrying out cultivation competitions. The Yanji smithy, which can make a magic weapon, has naturally become a hot cilantro. Yan Huang once heard that the orders placed by Jiangning City's official homes and merchants are enough. Build to go next year!

Therefore, instead of asking Zeng Shuwei to seek Yan Mingyao, it is better that he wanted to seek Yan Huang's uncle, Yan Mingguang through Yan Mingyao. Only cultivators can make instruments. This is a fact that mortals cannot change.

"Shu Wei ..." Yan Mingyao's mouth was full of bitterness, and looking at the red paper currency on the coffee table was full of pain.

"There is not much left until the date we deliver to the official family. The elder brother has been busy forging the embryos 24 hours a day. We can't deliver before the deadline, so it's not me. I don't want to help you, really ... can you wait for a while? Wait for the shop to be free ... "

"When your shop is free, my company will be closed for a long time!"

Zeng Shuwei interrupted his father impatiently again, and almost shouted out, "One million, one million, one million is not enough to buy a low-order instrument ?!"

Yan Huang nodded. This is the truth. According to memory, a low-order instrument usually has about five or six hundred thousand. Zeng Shuwei has really lost a million dollars!

However, the gadget is scarce now. The seller's market has no market value. If you can find a channel to buy it, you will laugh.

"This is not a matter of price ..." Yan Mingyao also had a hard time explaining, "This is an official order, blank paper and black paper, and the contract is clearly written. We will pay three times the compensation as soon as it is postponed. gold!"

"I also signed the contract, and without delivery due, my company will be closed !!!"

"Just a low-order instrument, I don't believe you can't squeeze it out at this hour!"

"Yeah!" Zeng Shuwei's wife, Wu Jiamin, begged hard with exquisite makeup and fashionable dress. She grabbed Yan Huang's mother and begged: "Xiao Lian, Xiao Lian, just talk to your uncle and let him work overtime Add more, work hard, forge this instrument, you don't want me and Shu Wei to fall to the street and beg! "

As he talked, Wu Jiamin took the money from the coffee table and shoved it into his mother's hand. The mother looked at her husband and could only evade everything.

At this moment, a tender voice suddenly sounded: "Well, I will forge this magic weapon."