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

Chapter 1329 Father and Son Conspiracy (3K)

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When Ma Tianyang heard this, he was immediately furious. He slapped the table hard. There was a loud "bang" that made the teacups on the table jump up.

"You bastard, who are you calling me?! You're giving 200 million to a beggar?!"

Ma Zhibin, however, nonchalantly put his feet on the table, crossed his legs, and said provocatively: "You don't think highly of 200 million? Have you given me 50 a year, you old fool?"

"Also, have you ever given me those 'local specialties' of the family?"

"'Local specialties'?!" Ma Tianyang was almost choked by these words and said angrily, "Why, you still don't like family things?"

Ma Zhibin crossed his arms, curled his lips, and said sarcastically: "You always hide it, stick your butt out and refuse to take out the toilet paper, then you might as well just poop in your stomach."

"I earned it myself, if you want me to pay you back, no way!"

He said this in a decisive manner, leaving no room for negotiation.

Ma Tianyang and Ma Zhibin, the ruffian father and son, were arguing with each other, neither giving in. Their spit flew like dense raindrops, and they were arguing with each other fiercely, as if they wanted to rip the roof of the house off.

As for Ma Wencai, he had already slipped away.

He knew in his heart that once these two gentlemen started competing with each other, there would be no end to it and there was no telling how long it would last.

And in the respective mansions of these Soul Fighters, different scenes and all kinds of people are being played out regarding these huge fortunes.

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"He's gone?" Ma Tianyang glanced at where Ma Wencai had just stood and asked unhappily.

"Well, it would be strange if he didn't slip away." Ma Zhibin continued to cross his legs and responded nonchalantly.

"Has it been confirmed that he will be a follower of that devil Xiaojun?" Ma Tianyang stared at Ma Zhibin with burning eyes.

Ma Zhibin glanced at him, his mouth corners slightly raised, with a bit of sarcasm: "Not yet! What, old man, have you figured it out?"

Ma Tianyang's hair and beard stood up, like a wolf with its fur standing on end, and he roared, "Nonsense, when have I ever objected so loudly?"

"Xiao Jun has done his best to help Wencai's martial soul evolve. That kid is also very generous. He gave him a top-grade soul bone as soon as he asked. That's why Wencai is in his current situation."

It seems that this old guy is not senile yet.

Ma Zhibin was just taking a sip of the tea on the table when he suddenly saw Ma Tianyang's cunning expression reflected in the tea, and his heart moved.

He frowned and pointed at Ma Tianyang and said, "No, that's not right, you old man, your attitude is wrong!"

"You didn't care about it before, but now you seem to be a little interested in it?"

Ma Tianyang chuckled, moved closer, and lowered his voice and said, "I heard that the Yang family and the Ximen family each asked for three Tiangang-level quotas from the Chen family. Now their families are a bit busy because of these three quotas."

He paused, and his voice became even lower: "Before, after the ceremony of Xiaojun's young wife recognizing Jingxue as her relative, the two followers she accepted were also some of Laozi's Thirty-Six Celestial Beings, right?"

He tapped the rosewood table with his fingertips, his voice like a leak, and said slowly: "Even the followers are cultivated according to the title seeds. The Chen family is really rich!"

Ma Zhibin sneered: "I knew that you, old man, have a keen sense of smell. You can keep track of any movement."

"Fortunately, I proposed it early, so I could save some dignity. It would be much more difficult to propose it now."

Laozi again? Ma Tianyang blew his beard and glared, "We have to hurry up on this matter, the quota is very popular now."

Ma Zhibin frowned, looking embarrassed: "This is not easy to do. Wencai's martial spirit needs to evolve again, and it depends on Xiaojun to do it."

"Xiao Jun said that he has a 60% chance of being able to upgrade Wencai's martial soul to the seventh rank, and his innate level to the seventh rank."

Ma Tianyang's eyes lit up and he asked, "Can you break through? Seventh level, seventh grade?!"

Ma Zhibin rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "Nonsense, otherwise how could I have made up my mind to let Wencai be a follower?"

"Wencai's chance in this life is to be in the Chen family."

"I... uh, I don't have any other bargaining chips for your son, so letting Wencai be a follower is a way to solve the problem once and for all."

Ma Zhibin sighed.

Ma Tianyang heard this, curled his lips and said: "You really like to take advantage of others, you are trying to win big with a small investment, and you are not afraid of choking."

Ma Zhibin smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I have no money to gamble, so I can only gamble my life."

"In this world, if you don't fight hard, you will never succeed."

Ma Tianyang sighed, looked out the window and fell into deep thought.

He rubbed his hands together, his eyes flickered: "I'll go to the Chen family with you."

"As long as my father and I can save our dignity and ask for help, the Chen family will still give us this little bit of face given our Ma family's reputation."

"Of course, the premise of all this is that Wencai must be a promising talent."

Upon hearing this, Ma Zhibin slapped his thigh and cursed with a smile: "Fuck, I was wondering where my unscrupulous character came from, it turns out I inherited it from you, an old man."

Ma Tianyang was so angry at these words that he laughed, pointed at Ma Zhibin and cursed: "Okay, okay, my son can dig holes, this is okay."

Ma Zhibin's eyes widened and he cursed, "Damn it, you old bastard, you're even more ruthless than me when it comes to slandering people."

Ma Tianyang was too lazy to curse back, he restrained his smile and became serious: "You are right,"

"With the resources that our Ma family has now, within a fixed training period, we can cultivate no more than five seeds with the potential to become Title Douluo at the same time, and only one or two can eventually achieve success." "Although the path you have planned for Wencai does not sound good in terms of reputation, it is indeed a wise move."

Ma Zhibin rolled his eyes and said nonchalantly, "We are all here to curry favor with the Chen family. Why should we save face?"

"Reputation is worthless in the face of strength."

"Although we have taken a step ahead, if Wencai can really catch Xiaojun's eye, then he really has the potential to become a Titled Douluo."

"Then my life will be worth it."

Ma Tianyang wanted to scold him, but in the end he didn't.

Ma Zhibin suddenly lowered his voice and his expression became serious: "Old Immortal, I have been thinking about a problem in the past few years."

Ma Tianyang glanced at him sideways and said unhappily, "You bastard, if you have any ideas, don't keep me in suspense and just say it."

Ma Zhibin frowned and said slowly: "Although Wencai awakened his mother's Golden Pheasant Martial Spirit, there are still traces of the Neon Phoenix Martial Spirit in him."

"Later, Xiaojun helped Wencai's martial spirit evolve into Sunlight Pheasant. I guess the factor of our Nihuang martial spirit played a big role in this."

"If Wencai's martial soul can evolve further and reach the top seventh-grade martial soul, that would be another path to success."

Ma Tianyang fell into silence, tapping the table with his fingers in a rhythmic sound, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long while, Ma Zhibin continued, "The martial soul is of low quality and inherently deficient, but from another perspective, it also means greater plasticity."

"What about those viciously mutated martial spirits of our Ma family? Is there no way to give them new life?"

Ma Tianyang understood what Ma Zhibin meant, sighed, and said slowly: "You bastard, do you think our Ma family's ancestors have never thought about this?"

"The main reason is that the cost-effectiveness and uncertainty are too high."

"Think about it, how much resources have you spent on Wencai? Millions, right? If it was someone else, would it work?"

"The most important thing is that we don't know if we can succeed."

"If Wencai hadn't met Xiaojun, can you be sure that he would be in the situation he is today?"

Ma Zhibin sighed, what the old man said was indeed true.

Unless a fixed, evolving, and cost-effective route can be identified, or unless one is as wealthy as the Chen family, many problems will be difficult to solve.

Ma Zhibin suddenly remembered and asked, "By the way, old man, why are you here so suddenly?"

Ma Tianyang rolled his eyes at him and said, "Of course I came here with Xia Qingyun and Uncle Xiaoran. Do you think I came here for your reward money?"

"I'm not a god, how can I predict that the Chen family will give you so many benefits?"

Ma Zhibin's face was full of suspicion: "Then why didn't I see you at Chen's house just now? Otherwise, how would you know that I got rich?"

Ma Tianyang chuckled and said, "I just went to see your cousin and got some information from her."

Ma Zhibin suddenly realized: "I was wondering why you were so excited about this all of a sudden. It turns out you have confirmed this with Suyun."

Ma Tianyang glared at him and said, "Nonsense, the Tiangang-level quota is so precious, how can I not pay attention to it?"

Ma Zhibin scratched his head and said, "However, she shouldn't say too much about this matter. After all, the Chen family is her husband's family."

Ma Tianyang waved his hand and said, "It's not like I learned about the Tiangang level from her."

"The Chen family didn't keep this matter a secret. What they kept secret was the training method, which Suyun herself doesn't know much about."

"I just confirmed with her whether the Ximen family and the Yang family had obtained three Tiangang-level quotas."

Ma Suyun, Chen Hua's wife, is a link between the Chen family and the Ma family.

Now she has come to the Duke's Mansion in Chang'an, and is expected to serve as Deputy Minister of Finance and Director of the Finance Department of the Ministry of Economic Management.

Ma Tianyang suddenly changed the subject, revealing a sly smile on his face: "By the way, I'm going to accompany you to the Chen family to ask for favors, and you won't show any appreciation?"

Ma Zhibin couldn't help but curse: "Damn it, you old fool, you really don't let go of the opportunity."

"Okay, okay, I'll give you 500 million, not a cent more. Don't try to squeeze more money out of me."

"If you have the time, you should think about how to cling to the Chen family. If they just help you, won't they make more money than me?!"

Ma Tianyang chuckled: "500 million, that's fine."

With this amount of money, I can at least give an explanation to my family.

Ma Zhibin suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, "Old man, what exactly is the matter with you and Aunt Yun this time?"

Ma Tianyang's expression suddenly straightened, a solemn look flashed across his deep eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Of course something serious happened."

"Let's go to the Chen family!"

After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and started to leave.

Ma Zhibin was stunned and blurted out: "No, so fast? You are so impatient, the iron is too hot."

Ma Tianyang glared at him and said leisurely: "If you hadn't run so fast, would I have come back all this time?"

"They're leaving tomorrow, there's no time to waste."

(End of this chapter)