Chapter 1901: The weaker the better

Chapter 1901 the weaker the better
After sending Lin Shaoqing aboard the yacht back to the port city, Ye Tianlong went straight back to the Magic Sword Garden.
Regardless of whether the four killers will be sent by the Emperor Swords, the current situation is getting darker and turbulent, and many big forces have begun to fish in troubled waters.
Ye Tianlong must re-stabilize the situation.
Therefore, he needs to severely inflict the Royal Sword Association as soon as possible and suppress the forces of Daxiang Nakano and Morita, so that the situation will regain clarity.
Only when the whole situation becomes clear and stable, can all forces not fish in troubled waters.
The next morning, the mountain behind the magic knife garden.
Ye Tianlong looked at the east side where he hadn't seen the sun for two hours. He shook his head and prepared to go down the mountain for breakfast. He just turned around and saw five people rushing forward.
He was about to make a move but found out that it was Han Qinhu and the others. As soon as he felt relieved, he was hugged by Han Qinhu's thigh.
Han Qinhu cried bitterly: "Brother, long time no see, we want to kill you."
Zhao Feng Er was also full of excitement: "Yes, big brother, finally see each other again, I want to take us when I go out to play in the future."
"Brother, have you eaten? Are you cold?"
"We still have three wowotou, a jar of pickles, all honor you."
"Brother, come, put on my clothes, Baleno, ninety-eight pieces."
The five life treasures hugged Ye Tianlong's thighs while putting clothes on Ye Tianlong, and then took out a few nests and a jar of pickles.
They are so enthusiastic, they can't wait to dig their hearts out, let the unknowing son of the sword sigh with deep feelings of brotherhood.
Ye Tianlong, who was wearing three pieces of clothes and holding Wowotou and pickles in his hands, was very helpless. He wanted to move his thighs but was hugged tightly.
"Old Han, get up."
Ye Tianlong sighed lightly: "Let's talk about it, how much does it cost?"
"Brother, what are you saying? We treat you well, not for money, but for brotherhood."
Han Qinhu showed two big golden teeth: "This clothes, this widow, this pickle are our best things."
Ye Tianlong remained unmoved: "Don't cry for poverty in a different way, let's talk, how much does it cost?"
"Brother, you talk about money at all times. It hurts our feelings. We really are not asking for money. We are also people with dignity."
Han Qinhu was clamorous, but quickly turned his head: "But I think you nodded, how about our tiger master taking 80% of the hunt this time?"
The hunting this time seemed to refer to the bloodbath of the eight gangs.
Ye Tianlong bit off half of the head in one bite: "Twenty percent."
Han Qinhu bargained: "Seven percent."
Ye Tianlong snorted: "At most 30%."
"Sixty percent, brother, can't be lower."
Han Qinhu clasped his thighs tightly again: "Recently, the expenses have been too fast, and we have recruited dozens of brothers. We only have tens of thousands of yuan left."
"In the past month, we have suffered a lot of wowotou, there is no oil in the pot, and if we don't get any income, we won't even have to eat wowotou next month."
"The Wowotou and pickles in your hand are the rations for the five of us to eat frugally and honor you."
Han Qinhu wiped away his tears and shouted, "We have no money to buy you a hairy crab, brother, 60%."
Zhao Feng Er, they are also eyes wide-eyed, looking pitiful.
"Well, here you are..."
Seeing their sad expression, Ye Tianlong thought that Cao Qiankun had squeezed the Tiger Master miserably, so he thought about giving them more money, but he caught one thing.
Ye Tianlong's attitude changed instantly, and he immediately changed his words: "Cry less and be poor, you are so poor, you still have soft China in your ear pockets?"
"Give you 40%, just make a deal if you want, don't forget it."
Ye Tianlong gave the final share.
Hearing what Ye Tianlong said, Zhao Feng Er hurriedly covered his pockets, and looked at Han Qinhu apologetically at the four of them:
"Brother Tiger, listen to my explanation..."
"You hammer."
Han Qinhu was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and chased after him: "Bring the cigarettes, bring them up, and don't put them in your pants pockets."
"Do you know that a pack of cigarettes has made us Tiger Master one hundred million less?"
Eight small gangs, one earns 50 to 60 million yuan, and eight is four to five billion yuan, and the difference between 20% is at least 100 million yuan, but it is ruined by the wind ear.
The windy ear rolled down the mountain: "Brother Tiger, this is your cigarette. It fell on the ground. I picked it up and forgot to return it to you..."
Han Qinhu took off a shoe and chased after...
When the other three saw this, they also ran away, worried that Ye Tianlong reprimanded him, and they didn't even need clothes.
Ye Tianlong looked at their backs and took a bite of their heads: "These live treasures."
"Ye Shao, what's the matter?"
At this time, the gods also came up, first to look at the gangster Han Qinhu, and then to look at the pickles in Ye Tianlong's hand, wowotou.
"It's okay, a few tricks play with spears."
Ye Tianlong sat down on the rock again and waved to let people come to bring a bottle of mineral water over: "God, have you given out the gift?"
Shen Ye smiled and took a step forward: "It's sent out. Liu Zhihao and the others have collected the cash. After checking the hairy crabs, they all entertained their men."
"One by one is very happy, and even more rampant."
"They said that if they don't want to be in an alliance with the Royal Sword Association, they can give them half of our site and venue, plus 100 million in cash."
"Liu Zhihao also said that this is already on my face, otherwise the Oriental people promised that the entire Magic Sword Association site would be divided among them."
The sighed: "They said they would give me three days to consider. If they can't meet their conditions, then I'm sorry, see you in the rivers and lakes."
"Liu Zhihao even asked me to give him this magic sword garden, saying that I cannot use such a good place when I am old."
Ye Tianlong put the pickles next to him and smiled: "It's pretty unscrupulous."
"Can't blame them either."
The goddess smiled bitterly: "Shendaomen has been weak for ten years. Although the crowd is the number one gang, Liu Zhihao and the others still look down on us."
"Before, there was no Oriental support. They were not strong, and it was difficult to make alliances, so they didn't dare to provoke the magic knife."
He added the last sentence: "Now that the Emperor Sword will promise to join the eight gangs, they will naturally swell, and it feels that the time has come to exhale."
"I like their mentality."
Ye Tianlong burst into a smile: "Their cheeks now, even if the magic knife gate really cuts the land and gives money, they will not stop there."
The nodded: "Looking at what they look like, they really want to divide the magic sword door."
Ye Tianlong's eyes flashed a bit of playfulness: "God, send eight more envoys to the door and let them bargain with the eight bosses."
"See if the site can be reduced by half, with a 20% discount on cash, etc., just say that we have a tight hand now, and give us some time to slow down."
Ye Tianlong waved his finger: "In addition, I will give each of the eight gangs 300 boxes of hairy crabs."
The hesitated and said: "Do you want to show weakness?" zGsGQ6gPHWsR6VeCaooqaxzXUlnOykhFtO4TfxTir2or1VR37Ffz48qYUF9RXF3Q
Ye Tianlong nodded: "The weaker the better..."