Chapter 66 Master
Her words were like knives, piercing Lu Jianhong's weak points.
These words left Lu Jianhong's face turning pale and then red, his lips trembling slightly, yet he was speechless.
Fan Yueke still wasn't going to let him off the hook. She turned to look at Lu Yao on the screen, a hint of arrogance on her face, and deliberately raised her voice, saying, "Master Qiannian, he wants to kill Bai An! Why don't you find A-Lian and the others, restore everything, and we'll call it even!"
Of course, she only wanted to use this to threaten Lu Jianhong, not to actually make Alian and the others return to this place.
Lu Yao smiled knowingly. "A-Lian and her daughters have passed away and embarked on the path of reincarnation. It's impossible to call them back. How about this, I'll go catch four more water ghosts and throw them into the lake. This Dream Lake has beautiful scenery; surely some ghosts will be willing to settle here."
[The streamer is so naughty, I love it!]
[Haha, this guy is just trying to fool me. I checked, the person in charge of the Youmeng Lake project is surnamed Lu, Lu Jianhong, from Daguan Enterprise, a real estate company. Everyone, stay away from this.]
[It's not good to open an account upstairs, especially to expose Lu Jianhong's name. That's going too far, don't you think, Lu Jianhong?]
[Oh my god, what do you guys want to do to Lu Jianhong? You're not going to cyberbully him, are you? No way, no way!]
Lu Jianhong panicked immediately, no longer caring about his image, and shouted, "No! Please don't!"
He knew he was unlikely to escape today.
“Miss Fan, Master of a Thousand Years,” Lu Jianhong forced a professional smile, but his eyes twitched uncontrollably, “This 80 million is no small sum, and it is indeed difficult to raise in a short time.”
He glanced at the two people opposite him, swallowed hard, and said, "However, I, Lu, have always kept my promises and have a good reputation in the business world."
“How about this,” Lu Jianhong suddenly said, his eyes darting around, his voice rising three fen, “take 30% of the future profits from the Youmeng Lake project and give it to the master. This project has a bright future, and given time, the profits will definitely far exceed the current 80 million.”
He deliberately ignored the fact that the project had almost caused a major disaster.
Lu Yao's lips curled into a meaningful smile: "Mr. Lu is indeed a seasoned veteran in the business world."
Her voice was calm and unhurried, but it made Lu Jianhong's heart tighten. "Using the uncertain future benefits as collateral not only solves the current predicament but also shifts the risk to others."
Fan Yueke sneered upon hearing this. Her father, Fan Pingwei, often said that the most dangerous thing in the business world is this kind of empty promise.
“However,” Lu Yao changed the subject, moonlight shimmering in her eyes, “I walk the path of the mystical, and what I seek is never material possessions.”
She looked out at the lights and remembered that in her previous life, although she had parents and relatives, she was abandoned alone in a Taoist temple and struggled to survive. In this era, every child can receive compulsory education and is protected by law.
"How about this, if Mr. Lu is truly willing, why not build twenty Hope Primary Schools for children in impoverished mountainous areas?"
Fan Yueke's eyes lit up, and her gaze towards Lu Yao became even more adoring.
[Damn, where are all those people who were criticizing the streamer for being greedy? Haters, speak up!]
[The streamer's haters are really heartless, sob sob...]
Lu Jianhong's expression changed several times.
Although the cost of building the school was less than 80 million, it was still a bottomless pit.
But on second thought, this is actually a good opportunity to reshape one's image.
Doing charity and public welfare are both good topics for marketing and reporting.
He secretly plotted how to turn this expenditure into a brilliant public relations case.
"Good!" Lu Jianhong slapped his thigh, making a determined gesture. "I, Lu, will definitely handle this perfectly." His voice was so loud it seemed he wanted everyone to hear. "Not only will we build it, we'll build the best!"
Lu Yao watched his performance with a half-smile, and added softly, "I will send people to conduct on-site inspections of the construction progress of each school."
These words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the little flame of slacking off that Lu Jianhong had been harboring.
A night breeze swept across the lake, carrying a touch of coolness.
Lu Jianhong suddenly felt a chill run down his spine; this deal was probably not going to be easy to fool.
...
Master Youxu watched from the sidelines for a long time, and only after they finally reached an agreement did he stagger over with difficulty.
His once elegant Taoist robe was now soaking wet and clung to his body, with water droplets constantly dripping from the hem, leaving dark stains on the bluestone slab.
The Taoist priest, who had just been so dignified and otherworldly, was now as disheveled as a drowned rat.
Her carefully styled hair was disheveled, with a few strands of wet hair sticking to her pale cheeks. Even the whisk she treasured had a few broken silver strands, making her look like a plucked crane.
Master Youxu's heart was still pounding in his chest, the fear of being on the verge of death still lingering in his mind.
He clearly remembered how the biting cold slowly eroded his limbs as he was dragged into the water, and how the sharp fingernails of the infant spirit tore through his Taoist robe.
If not...
He shivered violently and dared not think any further.
"Thank you for saving me, Master Xuanjin." Youxu bowed deeply, his voice still trembling.
He deliberately used the most formal etiquette in Taoism, and there was no longer any contempt in his heart.
This movement aggravated the wound on his back where the water ghost had scratched him, causing him to grimace in pain, but he dared not show it at all.
Unlike Xuan Cheng, who was a complete fraud, he was indeed from a legitimate lineage of the Xuanmen sect.
However, Daoist Youxu was by nature fond of leisure and averse to hard work, and was only interested in enjoying himself. He was resistant to the arduous cultivation process and always tried to slack off whenever possible.
His comprehension and talent were only average among his senior brothers, sisters, and junior brothers; his aptitude was not outstanding.
Although he was able to rely on his cleverness to memorize all the formations his master taught him.
However, once it comes to actually using and casting spells, the consequences of being lazy in the past become apparent.
His performance always showed signs of decline.
Youxu is a typical example of a "theoretical king, but weak in practice".
Take today's contest at Youmeng Lake as an example. From a theoretical point of view, the "Three Yin Soul-Suppressing Formation" he set up was flawless.
However, due to his weak spiritual power, if the Spirit Gathering Pearl hadn't played a crucial role at the critical moment, continuously replenishing his spiritual power, he wouldn't have been able to contend with Ah Lian, let alone suppress her.
With the appearance of the three vengeful infant spirits, he was completely powerless to fight back.
In response to his bow, Lu Yao gave a faint "hmm" without even lifting her eyelids.
In her eyes, this Taoist priest, who was nearly forty years old but still stuck at the Foundation Establishment stage, was nothing more than a cunning and deceitful junior.
She tapped her fingertips lightly on her phone screen, then suddenly asked, "Who is your grandmaster?"
"In response to your question, senior, I am from the Lingxiao Sect, and my master's Daoist name is Lingxiaozi." Youxu answered cautiously, but inwardly he was wondering: Although you saved me, shouldn't you at least show some respect to my master?
Lu Yao raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with this common Taoist name: "What about your real name?"
Youxu's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
The master's real name is a taboo within the sect and must not be easily revealed to outsiders.
But the thought that he might be dead if it weren't for Lu Yao...
Youxu gritted his teeth and squeezed out three words: "Sun... Fuxi".
Sun Fuxi?
"puff."
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