Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1220: Taking sides
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Wang Wei laughed heartily, his voice shaking the roof beams. "Haha, 60%, at least 60%! There's hope of getting a title!"

"Our Chang'an College is about to have another Titled Douluo. Which other college in the world can be so glorious?"

There are only a handful of people who can have a Titled Douluo in the world's senior colleges, let alone two titles, which is extremely rare.

In fact, this account-blocking package is a pharmacological debugging plan developed by the Chen family to ensure that they do not conflict with each other and can complement each other.

But what was given to Zhuo Qianren was a simplified version, but the 60% impact success rate it brought was already astonishingly high.

I'm afraid that any peak Soul Douluo will fight hard for the glory of being the top Soul Master.

However, Wang Wei's unrestrained laughter suddenly stopped as if it was strangled by a cold wind.

Because Zhuo Qianren and Zhuang Mocheng both had gloomy and serious faces.

Wang Wei gradually put away his smile, sat down, picked up the "Ice and Fire" spirit wine, and took a big gulp. The wine made a gurgling sound in his throat.

The two men were like statues, neither speaking a word.

He rolled his eyes and asked tentatively, "Boss, these eighth-grade spirit wines and spirit medicines are worth three or four million, plus the Wind and Thunder Soul Tempering Fruit, it's probably as high as tens of millions of gold coins. Did Congyuan put forward any conditions?"

Such a high figure is enough for them to pay for more than ten years of salary to have such a high value.

Although they are vice-presidents, their annual salary is less than 100 million gold coins, of course not including additional income.

Even if they have money, they still have to be able to buy it, and these things are often out of stock.

Zhuang Mocheng also looked at Zhuo Qianren with sharp eyes.

Zhuo Qianren shook his head.

Wang Wei frowned and said, "Boss, at this point, is there anything we can't talk about between brothers?"

Zhuo Qianren spat out two words: "No!"

Wang Wei was stunned: "What?"

Zhuang Mocheng understood and said slowly: "Boss Zhuo probably meant that Dean Chen didn't put forward any conditions."

Zhuo Qianren nodded slightly, twirling his short beard: "Well, Dean Chen Cong said that he is injured now and it is not convenient for him to take action. When Xiaojun and the others go to Gaoying Competition, let me protect them."

Wang Wei slammed the table and stood up, the wine jug on the table clinking: "What kind of condition is this? This is our duty. Saying it is as good as saying nothing."

His broad face trembled, and his copper-bell eyes gleamed, "What else do you want to say?"

Zhuo Qianren lowered his eyes, "Dean Chen only said that he wanted to help his colleagues and uphold the loyalty of his colleagues, and he didn't mention anything else."

Wang Wei clapped his hands and laughed, feeling carefree and unrestrained, "You don't want anything? That's really the Chen family's style!"

Zhuang Mocheng suddenly coughed lightly, and the gaunt old man stood up, put his hands behind his back, walked to the window and looked down at the whole courtyard: "In this world, I'm afraid free is the most expensive."

Wang Wei's thick eyebrows were raised, and he slapped the table with his palm as big as a palm leaf fan, causing the smoke from the incense burner to wisp up and spread out. "Lao Zhuang, what you said is not right. You have always supported Congyuan."

Zhuang Mocheng twisted his beard and pondered, his eyes looking at Mu Yun in the distance: "I support Dean Chen to take over Chang'an College, in order to use the Chen family's east wind to develop Chang'an College better, which is different from the boss at this time."

Wang Wei thought about it and realized that this was what they meant by doing things for the public good rather than for personal gain.

As for Zhuo Qianren's achievement of the title, it cannot be said that there was no public component, but it was definitely mainly personal.

Wang Wei turned to Zhuo Qianren and asked, "Boss, didn't you ask? Did you just accept the gift like that?"

Zhuo Qianren's eyebrows slightly gathered, "I only asked one question."

Wang Wei hurriedly asked, "What did you ask?"

Zhuo Qianren half closed his eyes: "What I'm asking is, will the Chen family take Chang'an College as its own property?"

Wang Wei was stunned, his Adam's apple rolling as if he had realized something: "Boss, you asked a very sharp question. It's so cool! How did Congyuan answer?"

Zhuo Qianren's eyes sparkled with stars: "He asked if the Chen family had this idea. I can keep watching from now on."

Wang Wei slapped his thigh, "It's really the Congyuan style, so grand!"

Then, he continued to shout: "Then what are you waiting for? At least what Congyuan said is right. You can retreat and break through the realm, and then see what the Chen family does, isn't that enough?"

Zhuo Qianren tapped the table with his knuckles: "Well, I'm just a little confused. Let me think about whether there is anything I missed?!"

Zhuang Mocheng's eyes were as bright as lightning: "There is no omission, but..."

The words suddenly froze in mid-air.

Zhuo and Wang looked up and looked at him.

The silk was hissing as Wang Wei's calluses rubbed against it. "Lao Zhuang, you have always had a quick mind and a lot of ideas, but you always hold your words back and hesitate. You're really boring."

Zhuo Qianren's skinny fingers tapped on the rosewood table, making a crisp sound. He looked directly at Zhuang Mocheng and said, "Go ahead."

Zhuang Mocheng sat down, his eyes tilted: "Boss Zhuo, have you ever thought about why our dean, City Lord Xue Churan, is here?"

Wang Wei couldn't help but sneered: "What's the big deal? Congyuan wants to help the boss break through the title. This is a big deal. Of course, he has to discuss it with the Lord of Xueda City."

Zhuang Mocheng glanced at him speechlessly, then stood up with his sleeves swung: "Are these things prepared temporarily? Is this a discussion? I'm afraid they have been prepared a long time ago."

Wang Wei's throat rolled, he was speechless, his face flushed, scratching the back of his neck and hesitating: "Uh... this..."

Zhuang Mocheng suddenly had an idea, and clenched his five fingers into a fist behind his back, tightening suddenly, "Boss Zhuo, did our Lord of Xue City say anything?"

Zhuo Qianren's eyes flickered: "Except for greetings, he didn't say a word!" Zhuang Mocheng's face darkened, "It's true!"

Wang Wei raised the corners of his lips: "What do you mean by 'as expected'? If you ask me, it seems that Lord Snow City approves of the situation, or at least acquiesces."

Zhuang Mocheng was so disappointed: "Don't you want to think about what they both represent?!"

Wang Wei took a sip from the jar of wine: "The top two leaders of our college."

Zhuang Mocheng's chest heaved violently. He took a deep breath and swallowed the air.

Wang Wei grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth.

Old Wang ignored the old man and just drank, and the ice and fire poured smoothly into his throat.

He felt that as long as he was smart enough, he couldn't play tricks, so he just let Lao Zhuang, who was full of bad intentions, think about it.

After all, there is an old saying in the world of soul masters: People who play tactics have dirty hearts.

Zhuo Qianren came back to his senses, "Lao Zhuang, you mean they represent the power of the Chen family and City Lord Xue Churan's faction."

Putting aside their positions, this is their true character.

Zhuang Mocheng replied as expected: "Of course."

Zhuo Qianren fell silent.

Wang Wei slapped his chest and said angrily, "Tsk, I thought you were talking about that. It's just about standing in line."

Zhuang Mocheng's eyes flickered, reflecting the flickering candlelight: "Now you know?!"

"The mayor may change, but the academy remains the same."

"We are an official academy, and we used to have room to maneuver."

"Everyone knows about the two heroes of the royal family over the years, including the recent events in the empire."

"Once Boss Zhuo uses these things to break through, he will be completely on their side."

Wang Wei wiped the wine stains on his beard and glanced at Zhuang Mocheng: "Don't be so annoying. When we let Congyuan take over the academy, we were already labeled."

"Why don't you ask those old stubborn people whether we are already the people of City Lord Chu Ran."

"All the big and small forces in Chang'an City are managed by them. How many of them will be left in the future?"

"Hahahaha..." Zhuang Mocheng laughed so hard that the teacup jingled. "Old Wang, Old Wang, should I say you are rough but delicate? Are you really simple and rough?"

Zhuo Qianren also smiled: "A reckless man has a ruthless mind."

Wang Wei's eyes widened, and he slapped the table with his big hands like a palm leaf fan: "You have many tricks and your problem is that you think too much."

Zhuang Mocheng was choked, then shook his head and turned to Zhuo Qianren: "Boss Zhuo, I just want to say one thing, these things can make you or destroy you."

Wang Wei's eyes widened with anger, "What do you mean? Can't you talk properly?"

Tea smoke curled up, reflecting Zhuang Mocheng's face, "Nothing, is there really so many spiritual objects in this title package that no one wants to use them?"

"It's nothing more than that they are not afraid that Boss Zhuo will do something bad to them."

Yes, today at the ceremony, a new person of title appeared in the Chen family.

It shocked everyone at the time, uh, some people seemed to look normal?

This family, the number one family in the world, is like a deep abyss where hidden dragons lurk. With the rise and fall of the waves, giant dragons keep emerging from the abyss.

Zhuo Qianren let out a light laugh, stood up, waved his hand, and collected a number of rare spiritual objects.

You Ran said, "Zhang Ci said that no one can escape this overwhelming situation."

"Everyone in this world has to stand in line."

……

Then, he hesitated, "It's just that my choice may implicate the two brothers."

The three elders of Chang'an are one, Zhuo Qianren has surrendered, and no matter whether the other two are or not, they are all the same in the eyes of outsiders.

Zhuang Mocheng lowered his eyes and blew away the tea foam. The sky full of stars was reflected in the celadon cup. "This world of soul masters is like a boiling pot, ants and dragons are all sinking and floating in it."

He suddenly raised his head, and the gleam in his eyes broke through the night like lightning: "The world is a game, with magnificent waves, you and I are just pawns crossing the river."

Wang Wei yelled, "Lao Zhuang, stop quibbling over words. You are like a pig with a green onion stuck in its nose."

Then, he took a sip and chewed some peanuts. "Boss, we are trying to make a living in Chang'an. They treat us well. There is nothing wrong with joining them."

"After all, we are from Fasno, a border province. We can't get along with those guys from the Imperial Dao faction in the central area of ​​the empire."

"It's not bad to follow their faction of the One Alliance."

His copper bell eyes suddenly sparkled, "Hehe, maybe one day, Old Wang, I can also enjoy the taste of the account ban package."

Zhuang Mocheng's throat rolled as if a fishbone was stuck, and he suddenly turned around and sneered at Wang Wei.

"Sure enough, among the three of us, you should be called Cong Yuan, Cong Yuan."

"More thorough than I am."

“Let your mother go—” Wang Wei’s angry voice was as loud as a bell. “I am Wang, and I am straightforward. If I can’t beat them, I will join them. I am also a fellow villager, and I can curry favor with them. What’s wrong with that?!”

(End of this chapter)