Chapter 240 Fair Trade

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Your eldest nephew beat him to death, and you still say he is your idol. You old man have dangerous ideas.

Zhang Qiming didn’t know what to say.

“In the world, as long as you can get money and make money, that is a skill!” Nangong Di said incessantly: “Aren’t the money earned from selling your ass and the money earned from your hard work all money? Is there any difference?”

“With money, your Jinfo Temple can spread Buddhism. Our Nangong family can continue the family heritage. Martial arts, martial arts, where can the martial arts heritage come from without money!”

“In life, everything else is fake, only money is real!”

“People like Zhou Xian who want money but not life are heroes! It’s a pity that the world still needs power to speak, otherwise Zhou Xian may have a broad world!”

“Master Yideng is a high monk in Jinfo Temple, and he must have a deeper understanding of this! I also understood these truths after I was dozens of years old and had nothing accomplished.” Nangong Di said with emotion.

I feel that you are MDGB, your remarks will be hanged on the street lamp in our Yangzhou

A person's life cannot be just about money!

People are not slaves to money, they live to do what they want to do!

People also have dreams in their lives!

But at this time, Zhang Qiming resisted the discomfort in his heart. If he didn't want to continue to listen to what this guy was up to, he really wanted to kill him with a sword.

He said lightly: "For money, the Golden Buddha Temple can even sell ropes to hang yourself!"

"Ah, yes, yes! That's it!" Nangong Di was overjoyed. He slapped his thigh and said: "The master is worthy of being a master. What he said is the Zen principle!"

"There is a clause called guaranteed contract for this begging contract, which means at least how much money is guaranteed every year." The more Nangong Di looked at Zhang Qiming, the more he liked him. He continued to show off: "The Golden Buddha Temple suffered a great disaster. The begging was too strong before. Now the people in Picheng are also more resistant to the begging of the Golden Buddha Temple."

That's right, those bald donkeys said that the Buddha would bless your home. In a blink of an eye, they were hanged in the Golden Buddha Temple.

Oh no, the Buddha blessed others, but not the bald donkey himself.

This Buddha... I'm crying.

People in Picheng are not stupid. Who will believe in the Golden Buddha Temple after this?

"So, as long as there is a middleman who talks to the city lord, the minimum amount of alms can be lowered. For example, ten taels of gold per year. When the time comes, it will be one hundred or two hundred taels of gold."

"It's a sure win!" Nangong Di said, "Master, do you understand?"

Zhang Qiming already understood Nangong Di's intention. He was just making money for himself. He asked, "Then the question is, where is this middleman!"

Nangong Di said, "I am not talented, but I have some face in front of my nephew."

"After the matter is done..." Zhang Qiming said, "Three to seven?"

"Why only seven!" Nangong Di said anxiously.

"Seventy percent is mine!" Zhang Qiming said, "You've taken thirty percent, which is not a small amount!"

"Master Yideng!" Nangong Di's eyes darkened, and his voice turned cold, saying, "Master, I pulled you in, and gave up my face, and finally I only got thirty percent! This is not appropriate, right!"

"Appropriate, very damn appropriate." Zhang Qiming also looked at him with a cold look and said, "I killed the monks in the Golden Buddha Temple."

Being stared at by Zhang Qiming, Nangong Di felt the murderous aura coming towards him, which made his back cold.

He remembered that the man in front of him was the ruthless man who destroyed the entire Golden Buddha Temple, and his identity as the third uncle of the city lord seemed to be useless at this time.

But he couldn't be so cowardly.

Thinking of his idol Zhou Xian, Nangong Di faced the murderous aura released by Zhang Qiming, gritted his teeth and said, "Sixty percent! It can't be less!"

Zhang Qiming said coldly, "Fourty percent! It can't be more!"

"Fifty percent! Fifty-fifty, fair!" Nangong Di said, spreading five fingers.

"..." Zhang Qiming looked at Nangong Di's attitude of wanting money but not his life, and he really didn't know what to say.

With such a mentality, you can do anything.

"Okay! It's 50-50, fair!" Zhang Qiming restrained his murderous aura and said, "I like fairness the most!"

"Fairness is good!" Nangong Di also said, "I like fairness too!"

"Then please introduce me to Nangong City Lord!" Zhang Qiming said with a smile.

His original plan was to wait for the subsequent monks of the Golden Buddha Temple. If they were below the level of real warriors, he would kill them directly. If they were real warriors, the disaster would be diverted, and the contradiction between real warriors and Nangong City Lord would be provoked, and he would reap the benefits.

Suddenly, a fool who wanted money but not his life came to the door, and he could take advantage of it and get the alms contract from Nangong City Lord.

As long as the alms contractor was in hand, other temples would break the rules of Picheng if they went to beg without the contractor, and naturally someone would come forward to maintain this rule.

Even the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple.

At that time, he will stir up some trouble, and it will be a good show.

As for making money by subcontracting, how is that possible!

If this matter spreads to Yangzhou, wouldn't he become the shame of Qingshan Martial Arts Academy and be ridiculed for decades!

Besides, such a thing is too far from his idea.

He really can't make money by oppressing others.

No wonder the teacher always compares the world to a cesspool.

Talking and working with people whose brains are full of feces is like eating shit!

Pah!

Don't want to think about it!

"Okay! Today is the day to collect tribute, it's God's will!" Nangong Di said: "I have a good relationship with my nephew, and this little thing will definitely be easy to do! Come with me!"

So the two of them left the teahouse and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion.

As for the tea money?

Third Master drinks your tea to give you face!

Behind them, the ruffian of Xiaofengtang who was kicked by Zhang Qiming just now said to his leader: "Boss, it's that person who always likes to meddle in other people's business."

The leader next to him looked at Nangong Di who was walking with Zhang Qiming and said: "How come this person is mixed with Third Master! Let's go back and report to the leader."

Picheng is not too big, and the City Lord's Mansion is not far away. Zhang Qiming and Nangong Di entered the City Lord's Mansion from the side door.

"Why don't you go through the main gate!" Zhang Qiming said after entering the City Lord's Mansion.

"Isn't the main gate open for us!" Nangong Di said casually.

"Why? Isn't the door meant to be opened?" Zhang Qiming felt weird. Why did you build a gate if you don't open the door!

"Unless a real warrior comes to visit, the main gate will not be open!" Nangong Di explained: "There are many rules in the City Lord's Mansion. Just follow me."

What rules? Sooner or later, the Lord of Picheng will be killed and the City Lord's Mansion will be turned into a public park!

When he was in Yangzhou, the parks he occasionally visited on weekends were all built like this.

But he quickly gave up this idea because the City Lord's Mansion in Picheng was too weird.

Nangong Zhao's home.