Upon hearing this, the excitement on Lin Ziqi's face deflated instantly, like a punctured balloon.
He pressed on urgently, "Master, why is that? That's a million in cash, plus a mysterious grand prize! Do you... not know anything about these things?"
Zhou Yang waved his hand lazily, interrupting him, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Money, enough is enough! Fame, can you eat it or drink it?"
He walked straight to a chair and sat down, crossing his legs, saying, "I like being like this, setting up a small stall, making a little money, watching the sunrise and sunset, how carefree."
Although Zhou Yang doesn't mind having too much money, he clearly already has enough, so there's no need for him to fight and earn this meager sum.
Lin Ziqi was clearly not giving up. He took a step closer, lowered his voice, and wore a mysterious expression.
"Master, don't underestimate that mysterious grand prize. I've heard rumors that the grand prize might very well be a long-lost martial arts manual! Just think about it, that's a treasure that could drive countless martial artists crazy!"
Seeing that Zhou Yang remained unmoved, Lin Ziqi rolled his eyes and put on a meaningful smile.
"Moreover, Master, in this competition, the Emei Sect, the Qingcheng Sect, and even some reclusive small sects will send elite disciples to participate."
"Among them are quite a few... cough cough, beautiful and charming female disciples. You, a young hero, might just be able to..."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a cold gaze.
Xu Yao, who was listening from the side, tensed up and secretly clenched her fists.
You, Lin Ziqi, actually tried to seduce Zhou Yang with your beauty?
Who did Zhou Yang think he was?
Don't you even see I'm still here?! Humph!
Zhou Yang felt Xu Yao's resentment, which was almost materializing, and couldn't help but chuckle.
He shook his head, his gaze sweeping over Xu Yao's face, which held a hint of anger yet appeared even more charming, his tone remaining calm.
"I don't care about martial arts manuals; I have my own methods. As for beautiful women..."
He paused, then gave Xu Yao a meaningful look. "I already have the best. The others are not good enough for me."
You know how to sweet-talk me!
Xu Yao felt the alarm in her heart lifted, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, while her cheeks quietly blushed.
Zhou Yang is getting better and better at talking, but... she likes it!
Although Xu Yao doesn't love men who only know how to sweet-talk, Zhou Yang is reliable enough, and with his sweet talk, he's practically a woman killer!
At least Xu Yao couldn't resist his charm; he made her feel incredibly safe.
"Oh dear! Master!"
Du Zhe's eyes shone like two-thousand-watt light bulbs. He grabbed Zhou Yang's arm and started shouting, spittle flying everywhere.
“Go, Master. One million may not be much, but it contains martial arts manuals! If you win the championship, I, Du Zhe, as your first disciple, will also be proud!”
"When that time comes, wherever I go, people will call me 'the champion's apprentice,' how prestigious will that be!"
He became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see his bright future of rising to prominence along with Zhou Yang.
Xu Yao stood silently by, worried. She gently bit her lower lip, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
One million... is nothing to Zhou Yang.
But what if you get injured in a fight?
And what about those female disciples of the Emei Sect... what if Zhou Yang...?
She glanced at Zhou Yang furtively and found that he still looked calm and collected, which reassured her somewhat.
Zhou Yang felt a little dizzy from Du Zhe's shaking and slapped his hand away in annoyance.
"Alright, alright, stop shaking me. If you keep shaking me, my bones will fall apart. I said I'm not going, and I'm not going."
"I have no interest in fighting and killing; I just want to quietly be an alternative gourmet."
His attitude was firm and left no room for argument.
Seeing this, Lin Ziqi knew that further persuasion would be useless, and a deep look of disappointment appeared on his face.
He sighed deeply and bowed deeply to Zhou Yang: "Since the master has made up his mind, I will not force him. It's just... a real pity."
"If the master changes his mind in the future, he can contact me at any time."
He left a business card, then departed with a heavy heart, turning back to look at himself repeatedly.
Just then, Zhou Yang's cell phone rang cheerfully.
He answered the phone; it was Feng Yuxuan.
"Mr. Zhou, I have good news for you!"
Feng Yuxuan's clear and melodious voice came through the receiver, carrying a hint of relief and joy.
"Lu Yu and Huang Long have been officially fired by me, and a blacklist has been issued within the industry. No entertainment company will dare to use them in the future!"
"Those security guards who instigated the trouble were also fired, as for Wang Li..."
Feng Yuxuan paused, her tone becoming serious: "The police found that she had a history of organizing cyberbullying and maliciously slandering others. This time, the acid attack constitutes intentional injury and defamation. The evidence is conclusive."
"The trial will begin in a week. She will not only face imprisonment, but will also be required to pay you civil damages after the trial, including compensation for emotional distress and medical expenses."
After listening, Zhou Yang smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, I understand. Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. This is the end they deserve."
After hanging up the phone, Du Zhe came over, scratched his head, and spoke somewhat embarrassedly.
“Um, Master, the time you saved me before, with the ‘plucking leaves and flying flowers’... I haven’t given you a thank-you fee yet. Give me your bank card number and I’ll transfer it to you right away.”
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