If you are very strong, whether your teammates are incompetent or not doesn't really matter much. But if you are only average, then two incompetent teammates together will only leave you vulnerable to being slaughtered.
Since the business was introduced by Shen Jiao, Liang Heng was very generous and gave Shen Jiao several thousand taels more than usual.
Shen Jiao's eyes lit up: We're rich! We're rich!
At the same time, a pale hand with a scruffy hamster painted on it reached out, its voice carrying a cold and shameless tone, "A share for all who see it."
Shen Jiao: "..." No, not again?
If I were to distribute garbage instead of money, would you still want it?
But it wasn't garbage after all, and the tyrant calmly took half of her portion.
Shen Jiao's gaze followed the departing silver note, feeling as if her heart had shattered into dust. "Your Majesty, you see, I draw hamsters for you every day. Even if I haven't done anything special, I've still put in the effort. It's shameful to take advantage of others. Don't you think you should show some appreciation?"
Ji Yan nodded without hesitation: "Okay."
good?
Shen Jiao almost couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth from turning up. Wasn't she at the level of a personal illustrator?
Even if the salary and bonus are low, they shouldn't be that low, right?
If she could get some gold and silver jewelry on top of the half silver notes she was owed, she would be a well-off woman, more or less. Shen Jiao's little abacus was clattering as she calculated, and a smile gradually spread across her lips.
Unexpectedly, the tyrant simply patted her on the head and said, "Not bad, keep up the good work."
Shen Jiao's smile froze: "That's it? That's it?"
She doesn't believe it!
Ji Yan calmly put away the silver notes: "That's all."
Shen Jiao: "..." Ji Yan! Who the hell needs your encouragement?
I'll give you the star symbol!
...
Meanwhile, in the vast competition arena, everyone anxiously awaited the team formation results, and the scene was noisy and chaotic with everyone talking at once.
Everyone has the same mentality: they all hope to be teammates with a pro player who can take on a hundred opponents. Who wouldn't want to win without lifting a finger?
Someone pulled out three incense sticks from their pocket and muttered, "God bless me, God bless me, bless me to be in a group with Young Master Qingfeng, or with Yu Wushuang, hmm, Jiangnan Sword Saint, Moonlight Swordsman, Qinggu Gun God are all fine too, I don't care."
Why aren't you choosing?
You've listed almost all the young people currently active in the entertainment industry.
Seeing this, another person said, "Brother, after you finish praying, can I borrow your incense to pray too? I'm not greedy, I don't care who my teammates are, just please, please don't let it be that pretty but useless dancer. I'm already bad, and I barely made it to the second round."
"Let me borrow her incense sticks too, let me borrow her incense sticks too. I don't want to be in a group with her either. Whoever is in a group with her is doomed for eight lifetimes." The others couldn't wait to take the three incense sticks, their tone full of undisguised disgust for Shen Jiao.
"I really don't understand why this guy surnamed Chen got promoted. It's so unlucky."
Shen Jiao herself was also puzzled as to why she had advanced.
If a few handfuls of melon seeds can bribe a martial arts master, then all she can say is...
We don't know how skilled the Southern Whip King is in martial arts, but one thing is certain: he is definitely a good kid who regards money as dirt.
Upon learning that Shen Jiao was sensitive to heat, Li Wanglai quickly ordered two more basins of ice to be placed on the viewing platform.
Spectators near the viewing platform could feel the cool air spreading out, making it easy to imagine how cool and comfortable the viewing platform must be.
Everyone was envious. Ice in the summer was a luxury that money couldn't buy; one also needed power.
One can't help but sigh, people have different fates. This dancer is really lucky to have won the favor of the tyrant.
I didn't realize how scorching the sun was until I saw the stark contrast, and now I feel like my skin is peeling off from the sun.
Hu Rourou was also in the audience. She had injured her ankle and couldn't walk normally yet, but Liang Heng's medication was indeed quick and effective, and the swelling had already subsided.
She already harbored resentment towards Shen Jiao, and now seeing that lowly dancer living such a comfortable life, she gritted her teeth and felt even more furious.
"She really has a cheap life and a big face. She actually used six basins of ice. I heard that the noble ladies in the royal city can only use half a basin of ice a day when it's hottest. A dancer dares to put on such airs." The one complaining was the little maid who was fanning Hu Rourou.
Generally speaking, disciples of martial arts sects value self-reliance and are not allowed to treat servants like maids.
However, the leaders of Yunwu Sword Pavilion could not argue with Qinglang Sword Saint, nor did they dare to confront the tyrant. But having accepted the money from Songheng Sect Leader, they could not simply ignore Hu Rourou.
This was clearly unacceptable, so they had to find other ways to compensate Hu Rourou.
Considering Hu Rourou's serious injuries and inconvenience, an exception was made and a maid was specially found to take care of her daily life.
The other female disciples of Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion were extremely envious, but what good was envy?
They don't have fathers like Sect Leader Songheng.
The young maid was the child of a personal maid in a wealthy family in Rongcheng. She had seen how her parents served those ladies and gentlemen since she was a child, and her professional skills were learned by observation. She surpassed her parents and knew how to please her masters.
The young maid was very perceptive and immediately noticed that Hu Rourou was quite dissatisfied with the dancer.
She snorted and continued, "This dancer has been with the nobleman for more than half a year, but she is still nameless and has no status. In any case, she is just a plaything. Men love to crave novelty. When the nobleman gets tired of her one day, this dancer will not even be worthy to carry the girl's shoes. She will be at the girl's mercy."
The maidservant, unaware that the nobleman was a tyrant, spoke with unrestrained frankness and boldness in an attempt to please her new master.
Hu Rourou was indeed pleased with what she heard and took off a bracelet as a tip.
"Thank you for your generous gift, young lady." The maid was overjoyed.
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