Chapter 148 Earning 90 Million in a Week 12
"Countdown trap?"
"Generally speaking, competitions have deadlines. For example, they start and end at a certain time. But didn't you notice that the Yinsi Money Competition is not like that? It doesn't have a time limit. It's like it doesn't matter if it ends."
Jiang Yuelu also discovered this.
He nodded in understanding, "No wonder you said I was a newcomer."
"The organizers don't publicly indicate the countdown, so newcomers who are competing for the first time won't know about it. Only people like you who have participated in the Yinsi Money Competition know this hidden countdown."
"And the veteran players will not and have no obligation to tell every newcomer to let them grasp the key points of the game in advance. Because we are already enemies before the game starts."
Ximujin looked at him with admiration.
"Some powerful newcomers tend to be stubborn, but you don't."
"Stubborn?"
"They just try to save face... saying they knew about this a long time ago or something like that, but I can see that they knew nothing about the countdown to the game before I told them." Ximujin's mouth was filled with contempt.
"Oh, it seems I'm not the first partner you've found?"
Ximujin readily admitted, "But I have to admit that you are the one I am most interested in at the moment."
Jiang Yuelu knew that if she did not show a more sincere attitude next, the president would not explain the specific countdown time in detail.
The price of selling "there is a countdown" and "how many days of countdown there are" is completely different. He has shown his sincerity, and now it is Jiang Yuelu's turn. In addition to being a happy imitator, the president is also a shrewd businessman.
But, as a businessman...he used to be one too.
Jiang Yuelu narrowed his eyes, "Tell me what you will provide and what I can do."
Ximujin's smile grew even brighter. "Speaking of this, I want to know what your ability is."
"I have known Tang Ze for a long time. At that time, the Corpse Society was still just a small organization. I participated in one or two competitions at that time and got to know a little about live broadcasting. As soon as I met him, I knew that his ability was very useful and must be absorbed."
"You know, he wasn't the cold and indifferent person at the beginning. He had great hopes for revenge. I listened to his wish and thought it was simple. I promised him that I would help him kill people right after the competition. However, things were not as simple as I thought."
Ximujin stopped telling the story and glanced at Jiang Yuelu subtly. It was obvious that he hadn't figured this matter out for a long time.
"I went to where Tang Ze lived, but I couldn't find those people. The people who had contact with them also disappeared."
“The strangest thing is that the neighbors and relatives have no memory of them at all.”
"Later, Tang Ze lost hope for revenge, and I used him like a numb knife. I don't like to owe people anything, so I tried many times in private, asking around, and went to many places to look for ghosts... but I still couldn't find out the whereabouts of Zhao Erliu and the others."
“Then, I had a bold guess.”
"What guess?"
Ximujin looked at Jiang Yuelu and changed the subject.
"The Zhao Erliu you brought here shouldn't be the real Zhao Erliu. Even if you are very capable, bringing a living person into Linya City during the Yinsi Money Competition is being held... It's too outrageous."
Jiang Yuelu shook her head, "No."
"Sure enough, I was right."
Ximujin sighed.
"But even so, you still found the missing Zhao Erliu, and Tang Ze was greatly comforted. I just saw him, and he was very different from when I first saw him. You did help him."
Jiang Yuelu felt a little embarrassed.
It’s not because he didn’t help Tang Ze. To a certain extent, Zhao Erliu’s spirit was severely damaged, which was more painful than the injury he had suffered.
However, he originally wanted to confirm it again. Who knew that Xia Yi's time became chaotic.
"You are very cautious." Ximujin observed his expression.
"But I understand that. Here, abilities are like the unique skills that store owners have mastered, and they are never willing to show them to others easily. Let me ask you, and you just need to answer yes or no."
"If there are questions you don't want to answer, you can skip them. How about that?"
Jiang Yuelu sighed inwardly, this guy is really sincere.
But he also knew that he must not show that he was impressed at this time. During the short period of time when he was in charge of the Yan family company, he understood the key points of negotiation. The first one is not to let the other party know what your trump card is.
“There are only three problems,” he said.
Ximujin said readily: "Deal."
"First question."
He had obviously thought it through, and asked quickly, "Can your ability enter other people's live broadcast rooms?"
The opposite of reality is virtuality, which is here. The anchors are like being locked in chairs and rooms to participate in the competition, and they can't go anywhere.
It seems that the organizers have given the anchors very broad authority, but that is limited to showing the live broadcast. Just like Tang Ze can kill other anchors with the blood line, but he himself cannot go to other live broadcast rooms. The blood line cannot melt him and send him over. He must stay in his own live broadcast room.
The same goes for other anchors.
…
"Have you noticed that we are the only ones in our live broadcast room?" A long time ago, Ximujin analyzed to Tang Ze who had just entered the industry.
"Is it to ensure fairness? ... Probably not."
"If they allow even the killing of anchors, why do they restrict anchors from entering and leaving? Or is it to create more obstacles for us? Well, with this restriction, we can only stay in our own live broadcast room and can't go anywhere."
"But...I still feel like something is not right."
Ximujin waved his golden fan anxiously, feeling that he still hadn't grasped the core of the problem. At this moment, Tangze, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.
"Maybe it's not just us."
He missed his wife and children bitterly, "Other ghosts who are not qualified can't come in, and no one else can come in." That's why he couldn't complete the revenge he longed for.
"yes……"
Ximujin found that he had overlooked another group of people. He had always considered it from the perspective of a contestant and only thought about the host being unable to enter the live broadcast room, but the newcomer Tangze had another perspective.
What if not only the host and the contestants, but also the other ghosts in the ghost city and the people in the human world were excluded?
…
So when he saw Jiang Yuelu could bring "Zhao Erliu" into the live broadcast room, he guessed that he could also enter others'.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Yuelu shook her head and denied it, "No."
"..." Ximujin was surprised, "Have you tried it?"
Jiang Yuelu: "I tried, but couldn't get in."
In fact, you know it won't work even if you haven't tried it, because his method is for living people, not for ghosts. Imagine if a ghost recites a sacred text to pray to the gods, wouldn't it be instantly reduced to ashes?
"Okay... second question. Let me think about it."
This was somewhat different from Ximujin's idea, so he had to think about it carefully.
“Could it be…”
His eyes lit up. "Your ability is to make your live broadcast room special, so you can bring people into your live broadcast room?"
"no."
The two guesses were rejected in succession, and this time Ximujin was completely out of ideas. But there was still one question left, and it would be a waste if he didn't ask it. He said without much hope: "You can't get in touch with the outside world, right?"
This time Jiang Yuelu nodded.
"Huh? Really?"
Ximujin fanned himself faster. "Every year when we participate in the Yinsi Money Competition, we are isolated from the world like we were in a death training ground. You can actually contact the outside world. What kind of incredible ability is this..."
"Pay attention to your personality." Jiang Yuelu reminded.
"Ah? Oh oh..."
Ximujin took a deep breath and smiled again, "Your ability is really excellent. I am very satisfied. I wonder if we can cooperate in the future?"
"Actually, I still don't understand what you mean by cooperation."
Jiang Yuelu raised her hand and told him not to speak in a hurry and to listen to what she had to say.
"But there is one thing I have decided from the beginning. I will not join any organization. If you want to ask me to join the Corpse Society like you did to Tang Ze, forget it."
"Hmm... Is there no room for maneuver?" Ximujin hesitated for a moment, "Otherwise, I'll let you be the president after you come in."
Jiang Yuelu looked at him in surprise. She didn't expect that he would even give up the position of chairman for the sake of cooperation.
Ximujin said indifferently: "I came to participate in the competition to find my brother. The reward of the competition is worthless to me. You can take it if you want."
It has to be said that Jiang Yuelu was deeply touched by Ximujin's love for his family.
He lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly said, "How long is the time limit for the Underworld Money Contest? Tell me this, and I'll think about it."
"Well, it's just a small matter. I can tell you."
That's not what you said at first...
Ximujin looked at his expression and said, "I said it in such a mysterious way at the beginning just to whet your appetite. This is information that all veteran players know. Instead of letting others tell you, it's better for me to do you a favor."
"Listen carefully, Xiao Yanjiang, I will only say this once."
"The end time of the Yinsi Money Competition is——"
…
"Seven days. Seven days."
"You have to earn at least as much Yinsi money as the first place winner in the last competition to have a chance of winning first place in this competition."
The woman stroked her slightly bulging belly and spoke to the baby in her belly with a smile.
The live broadcast room she was in was like a pastoral garden in the afternoon. The sunlight shone through the white gauze windows, generously coating the floral tablecloth with a layer of gold. The collection of stories read to children was placed on the table. The woman sitting in the rocking chair picked up the book again after a short rest.
"My child, my child."
"What I am telling you now is what you will witness after you are born. This world is cruel, and you must learn the rules of survival in advance."
The woman gently stroked her belly and looked out the window at the sunlight pouring in. "But this world is far less cruel than what we experienced in our lifetime."
Barrages of comments sighed in the lower right corner.
The screen was refreshed very slowly, as if afraid of disturbing the beautiful afternoon scenery on the screen.
"Alas, such a beautiful scene will soon be over."
"Cherish your mother, my friends, who still looks so peaceful and beautiful..."
The host’s ID is written in the upper right corner of the live broadcast room——[Mom]
With the warm BGM and the gentle humming of the mother in the rocking chair, the atmosphere of the entire live broadcast room looked very beautiful, but the barrage was full of sighs.
"Who would have thought that such a gentle mother would hunt with her cubs all night last night and take down the entire Twilight Club?"
"Your mother is your mother. If I kill you, I will kill your whole family."
"Compared to our mom, that new anchor who was bragging so much yesterday isn't even worthy of carrying her shoes, right?"
"Screw the upstairs, let alone the new anchor, even if Tang Ze gets it, it's not enough for our mother to fill her teeth. Forgot that our mother is a one-person group, and she should at least kill a corpse club first."
“It’s time!”
The sunlight outside the window suddenly surged up, becoming even darker red, blazing like a crimson flame in the sky. The floral tablecloth and wallpaper were also dyed bright red, flowing around the woman's feet, like bright red blood plasma, climbing up along her white legs.
The music changes from cozy to eerie and magnificent.
Accompanied by the most exciting drum beats, a tragic scene took place in front of everyone.
The woman's stomach began to squirm wildly, and several inky black monsters tore open her stomach, gnawing at her intestines and belly before crawling out.
“Mom…Mom…”
"Mother……"
They opened their black mouths and called hoarsely for their mother.
The loving mother had already hugged their heads and hummed a fairy-tale ballad, "Let me see who my child has chosen for dinner today?"
The dark little hand wrote down the name stroke by stroke.
"Ximujin...right?"
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