He squeezed Ye Feng's arm with concern, then looked him up and down. "Oh my, the difference between on camera and in reality is so huge."
She's gotten darker and thinner, but her physique is still quite robust. She truly is my cash cow, haha.
Makuko chuckled awkwardly to himself, and Ye Feng could only force a smile in return.
Despite disliking the old man, this was his turf, and for a boss worth hundreds of millions to care about him like this was probably the highlight of his life.
"Come on, come on, the bonuses have been prepared for you all."
Makuko enthusiastically took Ye Feng's arm and led him into the building.
I took the elevator, which I hadn't used in a long time, and went down to the 22nd floor.
Soon, Ye Feng and the others arrived at an office.
The soft gray carpet has a puffy feel and looks expensive.
The office is about 50 square meters, with an exaggeratedly large floor-to-ceiling window, and is spotless and extremely clean.
However, it was noticeable that this was different from the figure he had seen when he spoke with Makuko earlier; it was clearly not the same office.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing in the room is the handcart placed right in the center.
The lush green, towering American swords were incredibly eye-catching, seemingly radiating light.
"Oh..." Zhan Pengfei's lips pursed, and the others stared with incredulous eyes before pounced on the cart.
Ye Feng picked up a stack of papers and fiddled with them, unable to contain his joy. His lips stretched almost to his ears; he hadn't laughed so happily in a long time.
That's money—money that can make you forget all your troubles.
Markuco snapped his fingers toward the doorway, and within 10 seconds, a Harley Quinn came in carrying a tray filled with wine glasses and a large bottle of red wine.
The young woman began pouring red wine into the glasses in an orderly fashion, and then respectfully left the room.
Makuko picked up two glasses, handing one to Ye Feng...
Ye Feng didn't like drinking, but he didn't want to refuse anyone, so he accepted the drink. The two clinked glasses and then drank it all in one gulp.
As the red wine enters the throat, a unique flavor, with an unusual grape aroma, immediately fills the respiratory tract.
"Mmm, it smells so good," Ye Feng couldn't help but exclaim.
“This is a top-quality Musigny red wine produced by Lehua Winery this year. A bottle costs more than 700,000 yuan,” said Makuko, pulling out a box of cigars from his desk and handing one to Ye Feng.
Ye Feng waved his hand. "Sorry, I don't know how to do this."
Makuko nodded in agreement.
After lighting his cigar, he exhaled a smoke ring with a look of enjoyment and then got down to business.
"Young man, what are your plans for the future?"
Ye Feng put down his wine glass. He knew what the old man was up to, so he continued to play dumb.
"What else can I do? I've worked so hard for so long, I'll just spend it after I get back to China."
We'll make plans after we run out of money.
Makuko flicked some ash into the ashtray; he wasn't surprised by the answer.
He had already investigated Ye Feng's background thoroughly. Since he was a poor man who had suddenly become rich, he naturally wanted to show off and spend money.
However, Makuko still wanted Ye Feng to continue working for him; such a money tree was hard to find these days.
"Okay, money is meant to be spent, but... this amount is still too little."
"Young man, would you be interested in making big money with me?"
Ye Feng wanted to refuse outright; he wasn't a capitalist, but he knew exactly what Makuko's purpose was. Feigning ignorance, he replied, "Oh? What big sum of money?"
Makuko smirked and pressed a red button on the corner of the table.
Two minutes later, the red-nosed ugly king walked into the office with a document in his hand.
Makuko took an A4 sheet of paper from the blue folder and handed it to Ye Feng....
"Based on your current fame, as long as you agree to renew your contract with me and participate in another game, I will give you an appearance fee of 50 million."
I don't think you'd doubt that I'd renege on the debt, right? Oh, of course, if you're willing, I can give you the money right now.
And you're still eligible to compete for the rewards in the next game. This 50 million is just extra.
Makuko confidently exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes fixed on Ye Feng's expression.
Ye Feng, however, frowned slightly, staring intently at the contract in his hand.
The theme remains unchanged; it still carries the title of "Lone Warrior" and the theme of "Breaking Through the Enemy's Encirclement."
But the prize money has now increased to 30 million...
Makuko assumed that Ye Feng, a child from a poor family, would be thrilled by the sudden windfall of 50 million, but little did he know that Ye Feng had long been tired of this inhuman game themed around killing.
He didn't even look at the contract very carefully; he just glanced at it a few times.
My first thought was to refuse, but as the saying goes, it's best not to offend someone on their turf.
A moment later, he returned the contract to Makuko, neither accepting nor refusing it.
“Boss Makuko, I really want this 50 million, but what I want most right now is to go back to China to see my grandmother.”
"And as you said yourself, the purpose of earning money is to enjoy it. I haven't even experienced the pleasure of spending money yet, so I don't want to work."
Makuko was not giving up and continued to relax the conditions.
"No problem. As long as you're willing to sign a contract, I can adjust the time to next year or the year after."
That way you'll have enough time to enjoy yourself before coming back; I can promise you that.
Seeing him pressing him relentlessly, Ye Feng helplessly shrugged. He was afraid of offending someone if he refused outright, but if he didn't refuse, he didn't want to participate in the game anymore.
After a moment of silence, he could only try to give a response that demonstrated high emotional intelligence...
"Let me think about it. I don't really want to talk about these things right now."
But don't worry, if I ever really need money, I'll definitely come back.
Since the matter had been made so clear, Makuko wasn't stupid.
He sighed, his tone clearly showing disappointment.
If it were anyone else who was so ungrateful, he probably would have turned on them long ago.
But he genuinely admired this yellow-skinned boy, so he had no choice but to drop the subject.
"Alright, come find me when you've thought it through. My door is always open for you."
Ye Feng smiled and nodded, poured himself a drink, and clinked glasses with Makuko.
Makuko wasn't the type to turn on someone if he didn't get what he wanted. Instead of getting angry, he pulled out seven passports from his drawer.
Ye Feng took it and couldn't help but laugh. He had been worried about not being able to return home without a passport, and Makuko was using this as an excuse to force him to participate in the game again.
Unexpectedly, this old fox is actually quite trustworthy; he handled this matter very well.
"Mr. Markuk, I remember that applying for a passport requires the applicant to show their ID card, right? How did you manage to do that?"
Makuko stubbed out his cigar, picked up his glass of red wine, and said disdainfully, "Young man, don't you Chinese have an old saying? 'Money can make...the devil pull the millstone.'"
Haha... It's even more so in Mystic. If you have enough money, you can buy not just a few passports, but even the president.
So... people still need to make money.
He spoke those last words almost deliberately, as if reminding Ye Feng that opportunities to make a fortune are rare and should be cherished.
Ye Feng didn't want to respond, so he could only nod repeatedly in agreement...
For the next two days, Ye Feng and his group did not leave the building. Makuko took off their watches and arranged accommodations for them.
It wasn't that they didn't want to leave, but they had too much money, and it was inconvenient to carry it with them.
After all, Merrick offers a lot of free purchases.
Therefore, Ye Feng could only trouble Makuko to exchange the money for Chinese currency and deposit it into his bank card. This was not difficult for Makuko, but it would take some time for the procedures.
Each of them received 12.5 million, which, based on the exchange rate of 6.7 in 2060 and after deducting some transaction fees, would amount to approximately 83 million.
Ye Feng received an extra 10 million from Makuko, bringing his total to 167 million Chinese yuan.
After receiving the money, the group said goodbye to Liu Sisi, exchanged contact information, and then headed to the airport.
Inside the waiting room, Ye Feng chose a seat near the door. He wore a mask and kept glancing around like a thief, even though there were hardly any other people there.
His long-term experience of fighting in the jungle had unknowingly instilled in him a habit of seeing enemies everywhere.
Every time someone came in, he would subconsciously look at where the person's hands were and whether they were carrying any weapons.
He would jump in fright whenever he heard the announcer's voice coming from the loudspeaker, always thinking that it was Chou Chou calling again.
After waiting for a few more minutes, the door to the waiting room was opened again.
A man of similar build, dressed in a neat suit and wearing a clown mask, walked in.
Even though Ye Feng knew it was probably just a coincidence, he couldn't help but frown and stare intently at him.
Unexpectedly, as the man in the suit passed in front of Ye Feng, he suddenly stopped and turned his head towards Ye Feng...
The eyes hidden beneath the mask narrowed slightly, staring intently at Ye Feng, as if in a smile...
Ye Feng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and instinctively reached for his lower back, only to remember...
The game is over, isn't it? I'm at an airport, in a society with laws.
Thinking of this, he breathed a slight sigh of relief, but his eyes remained fixed on the man in the suit in front of him.
His long experience in fighting in the wild and his intuition told him that this man was definitely not an ordinary person.
Because he sensed a hint of murderous intent in those seemingly kind eyes...
This is something only someone who has killed people would have; ordinary people cannot perceive it, but Ye Feng always sensed it.
"Could it be? That old bastard Markuko has changed his mind? Is he sending someone to kill me and rob me? Or is he kidnapping me to participate in the game again?"
Many questions flooded Ye Feng's mind at that moment, but he rejected them all in the next instant.
Who is Makuko? He's cunning and calculating. Even if he wanted to do something to me, why did he choose to do it in this crowded and chaotic airport instead of on my own turf a couple of days ago?
There weren't many people in the waiting room, but people were coming and going outside. How stupid would someone have to be to cause trouble here?
Just as he was about to ask a question, the man in the suit sat down next to Ye Feng.
Ye Feng quickly stepped back, trying to get away, but there was a wall behind him, so he could only turn sideways to examine the man in the suit.
"As expected of the king of the jungle, even after returning to civilized society, he remains so vigilant. No wonder... hehehe... he was able to break through the encirclement."
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