Fantasy: It Turns Out That I Am a Peerless God of War

Say it.

Yi Feng took out the card that the steward of Baofeng Chamber of Commerce had just given him.

"To be honest, if I used to bow down for five buckets of rice, but now..."

"Ten thousand gold coins are really nothing to me."

Saying that, Yi Feng didn't forget to shake the card in front of Mao Lin's eyes.

"Humph!"

Mao Lin scoffed, but the next moment, his eyes caught the card waving in Yi Feng's hand.

That exclusive color and pattern?

What?

Mao Lin's face changed greatly. As the chairman of the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce, how could he not recognize the exclusive deposit card of their nemesis, the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce?

This kind of deposit card is similar to their Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce and is divided into different levels.

As for the deposit card in Yi Feng's hand, he could see at a glance that it was a high-level deposit card of the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce, and with such a card, at least 100,000 gold coins were stored in it.

In other words, Yi Feng had at least 100,000 gold coins.

Thinking of this, Mao Lin felt like a fishbone stuck in his throat, unable to say a word.

"How about Chairman Mao?"

Seeing Mao Lin's aggrieved look, Yi Feng narrowed his eyes and asked with a pure smile.

"you……"

"you you you……"

"You won, hum." Mao Lin's face turned blue with anger, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and shouted, "Let's go."

Looking at Mao Lin who left in despair, Yi Feng put away the deposit card in disdain.

It's cool to slap the face with money.

Of course, Yi Feng never wanted to pretend to be arrogant, and even if Mao Lin didn't want to send him a book that day, he wouldn't have any opinion, and he understood because of his position and the interests of the Chamber of Commerce.

But he shouldn't, belittling Yi Feng's efforts, and humiliating him with a hundred gold coins.

man.

You can be poor, but you must not be poor.

So this time when Mao Lin came, Yi Feng naturally wouldn't give him any good looks.

Mao Lin returned to the chamber of commerce with a dark face, and the high-level officials of the entire chamber of commerce were waiting for him. When he knew that Mao Lin had returned without success, the pressure of everyone rushed towards him.

"President, didn't you swear before that you would definitely invite the author back?"

"Yeah, last month the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce surpassed us by 20%. If it continues this month, let's not mention the benefits this book brings to the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce. Just its influence and reputation will be crushed. We are in the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce."

"If Baofeng Chamber of Commerce won the first place in the ranking of the Chamber of Commerce, then you Mao Lin is the sinner of my Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce."

A series of unceremonious voices came, and Mao Lin was devastated, but in the face of their pressure, even as the president, he couldn't ignore it, he could only forcefully say: "It's just one failure, what's the matter, I There is a way."

After the meeting, Mao Lin returned home, sitting on the head and frowning tightly.

Finally, he shouted: "Come on, call the lady to me."

After a while, Mao Yuner, who was wearing a red dress with a beautiful figure and bare feet, walked in and asked softly, "I don't know what my father wants to do with me?"

"Cough, Yoona."

Seeing Mao Yuner's arrival, Mao Lin put away the gloom on his face and said with a smile on his face: "Tell you good news, the author of the Dream of Red Mansions has been found, yes, and I will tell you at the same time that the author of the Supreme Treasure is also the same. One."

"real?"

Mao Yuner's pretty face was startled, her face full of surprise.

"good."

Mao Lin nodded, and then asked, "Yun'er, let me ask you, do you like this person?"

Hearing this, Mao Yun'er blushed pretty and lowered her head and said, "Father, although I have never seen him before, he has an excellent literary talent and works by everyone. I think he must be a kind, refined and gentle gentleman!"

Seeing Mao Yuner praising Yi Feng so much, Mao Lin's face was a little gloomy and uncertain, but he quickly put it away and said gently, "Yun'er, whatever you like as a father will support you, and literature is indeed a charming thing, so If you have something to pursue, go for it with confidence and boldness!"

"Thank you father."

Mao Yuner's pretty face was excited, thinking that she would soon see everyone who made her think about it, her pretty face was blushing unconsciously.

"Okay, you go down, I will tell you his identity information and address later, take the time, you can visit him!" Mao Lin ordered.

"Yes, father, Yuner retire." Mao Yuner said softly.

"correct."

When Mao Yuner left, Mao Lin couldn't help shouting again.

"kindness?"

Mao Yuner turned back.

"Remember to dress up nicely, and your skirt is too long. Most literati don't like it very much."

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